Angel Low Devil High

A private jet. It soared over Leon’s head. A twinkling thing. The evening sky. Dark navy.

Leon hoped this meeting with Nadia would set them on track. Back to the way things were. Even with the hurt of Alice's death. They could get through together. As a couple.

Little did Leon know. That private jet held the perpetrators. Mila rested on Greg’s tummy like a cat. She purred. Her long red painted fingernail. Glossy. Killer.

Killer? No, that was Greg. He smiled. Blinking fast here and there…

They sat comfortably in the private jet sipping on expensive bubbly.

“My Greg… Mmm you’ve been such a good boy. I want to treat you. Do you want to see me being fucked hard? I want to show you my screams…” Mila bit her lip.

“Fuck… I can’t wait —“ he said. She had his dick chastity cage. Greg, unable to feel. Imploding.

Nadia’s flat complex was shady. Drug dealers. Meth hookers. Leon climbed the staircase and there was a dead mouse in the corner.

He stepped around it. Made it to Nadia’s front door — number 24. He knocked.