Back at The Styx

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I was yelling at myself internally as I found myself at The Styx yet again. I couldn't say why I couldn't stop myself from going into this place that I truly hated. I was telling myself that it was pure curiosity as the doorman waved me in with a sinister smirk and I was nearly knocked off of my feet by the music and mass of bodies. I didn't look at the faces as closely as I had the first time, I'd learned my lesson.

I followed the hanging lights to the back and up a small set of stairs. I was about to knock when an arm wrapped around my waist.

"You keep coming back," Nick's lips were at my ear, "but you never quite…deliver." he hissed. I tried to ignore the chill that settled in as his fingers traced up my thighs.

Before I could really react, he was gone, opening the door and sitting in his chair, but he used it more as a throne, lounging as he glared at me. "Why?"

I don't know. But I wasn't going to say that, so I said this instead, "Why, with all of your followers, must you deal with me personally?"

He smiled, it was quick, there in a flash, but there wasn't a gleam in his eyes, especially once it was gone.

I'd hit my mark. I pushed back my own pride. He couldn't have anything to use.

We had a bit of a stare down, though it seemed more like he was thinking since his hands had slowly moved to being folded under his nose.

"Sit." He said suddenly.

I looked around, but there wasn't any other chair in the room. "On the floor?" I tried to clarify.

"NO!" the tone of his voice sounded almost like a possessed child and he grabbed me and yanked me down into his lap. "Here." His voice had changed now, seductive once again, his nose grazing my neck, but his grip wasn't kind.

I found myself fighting somewhat for breath.

"Why haven't you just killed me already?" I panted.

Nick's hand that was nearly breaking my arm was now stroking my hair, the other caressing my face. "That…" he began looking me over, "Would just be a waste." I was precious again.

"Waste of what?" I dared to ask.

He chuckled slightly, "If I killed you now," he was talking to me as if I were a child that had asked why my puppy had died. "you would still be too pure." His eyes were then boring into mine, something sinister in their depths. "Where's the fun in that? And it would completely defeat the purpose."

"Of trying to bring me down to your level?" I glared.

It was Nick's toothless grin that I was getting accustomed to meaning I was on the right track. "Precisely."

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