Headaches & Hazbins: Book 1: New Kind of Life, New Kind of Hell

Chapter 19: Dazed and Confused

Asher: (Drearly) My... Spark~...

Her: *Quiet Giggle*

[The woman quietly giggles at Asher's response. She then slowly moves her right hand down to Asher's neck, gently rubbing his skin as she does. She carefully grabs onto the silver locket around his neck. She looks at the shining silver in the dim fireplace light and admires its elegant engraving of a few roses on the top and side of the locket with a few small red gems as the petals. There seems to be something missing from the locket. There's an empty space in the middle of it where it looks like something used to be. The woman covers the empty spot with her finger.]

Her: Oh- Darling~... You are such a precious thing~.

[She brushes against the necklace with her thumb before letting go of it, allowing it to fall back onto Asher's chest. She moves her right hand to the left side of Asher's head and starts rubbing his left cheek. She's still careful and slow with her movements, making sure not to bring any sort of pain to him.]

Her: Always so kind~.

[She takes her right hand off Asher's cheek before poking his nose with her index finger, followed by a cute happy giggle.]

Her: *Happy Giggle* Just relax, darling~.

[She places her left hand back on Asher's cheek and goes back to slowly caressing it gently. She also begins to tighten the grip on his right hand with hers.]

Her: You always work so hard for the both of us...

[The two seem to move their right hands a bit before putting their palm and fingers together. She continues to caress his cheek with her left hand as she speaks.]

Her: Please, relax. There's no need to worry about anything, my love~.

[She then moves her left-hand fingers between his, interlocking them. The two both grab onto each other's hands and tighten their grip on each other.]

Her: Everything will be fine. I promise~

[She speaks in a sincere and loving tone. Removing all doubt and worry in Asher's head.]

Her: I promise...

Her: I pro mis e...

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??? 1: Don't worry, boss-

Hell, Somewhere in Pentagram City...

??? 1: (Fuzzy) Well, get it out of him. Promise! Even if we have to beat him to death.

[Asher's eyes begin to slowly blink open. His vision is blurry, and his head hurts like hell. His vision is also partly messed up, so it's hard to tell where he is. But despite his hearing being fuzzy, he can make out a voice speaking in his vicinity. He can make out a few of them speaking but can't recognize any of them.]

??? 2: (Fuzzy) NO! Don't kill him! We're questioning him!

??? 1: (Fuzzy) Right! Question him, then kill him! Right?