Dammit, a guy, why a fucking dude tonight? Jo thought, you know why, to punish. He hated this the most, it made him sick when they touched him… or worse… though it rarely got that far. But tonight…

The stretch limo picked Jo up at the hotel and drove him to the club. This wouldn’t take long… it never did. They would recognize him and that was it. It made him irresistible.

The guy was perfect, everything Mathusta had request, and then some. A little flirting is all it ever took. Soon he and Jo were in the back of the limo making out, headed for the hotel.

No sooner had they entered the room then clothes were off, he was going down on Jo in the bed. Pretend you like it.

He flipped Jo over and entered him. Oh god, let him die now, please! Jo felt guilty for the thought. He’d die soon enough, but not tonight, not before he finished.

Jo could feel Its hunger. It waited, It NEVER waited… not this long, not this hungry. I’ll suffer, suffer good.

A dark presence began to fill the room.