Naming Demons three

Max's head was still throbbing and his ears were still ringing. His eyes couldn't completely focus, but he could feel things in addition to the several flavors of pain running through him. There was he short stabbing pain, the dull constant, pain, and the burning pain. He could also feel oily tentacles slithering under his head and neck. He felt a muscular shape constricting around his arm, and driving pointed elastic tendrils into his veins.
     As he moved his head he began to focus on the only illumination he could see, there were two pulsing red spheres hovering above his head in the engulfing darkness. as he focused the spheres became two catlike demonic eyes, with the pupils glowing in pulses with a warm red light. the spheres lit the middle of a mask-like flawless beautiful pure white feminine face. The eyes looked down on the injured man and the face offered up a wicked smile as fresh blood ran from her mouth a small agile tongue came out of the mouth and licked some blood of a fang.
    Max recognized the look in the creatures eyes. Demonic eyes pulsed like that after after they had gorged themselves on blood or flesh, and rendered themselves partially intoxicated. As he wondered where the demonhad received a fresh supply of food, the inventory of his present state max was running in the back of his mind discovered that the only part of his body that didn't ache was his injured leg, and he could not feel it at all.
   more tentacles wove there way under max from out of the blackness and began to life him towards the bloody mouth.

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as he was being lifted he let out a deep breath, closed his eyes and spoke in a soft voice
"..I missed you, baby.."
     The demon purred from the back of it's throat and caressed max tenderly on the chin with a tendril composed ofsolidified darkness. It brought the tendril affectionately down his neck. when it hit the raw burnt skin of hischest he screamed out in pain, but he also screamed out in horror nearly as genuine of that he had experiencedmere moments ago.
     His chest hair had all been burnt off. his manly pelt of pride he had primped and coiffed for decades was nomore.
     The demonic spoke in a familiar sultry and melodic voice as the eyes looked down at his chest ." I am going to miss it too, But we need to focus On getting you a name, before they are done looting, and there isa lot to be done."
   The warm black velvet feeling embraced him again spawning tiny mouths to kiss him on different parts ofhis body, as she removed the remaining shreds of his burnt and tattered suit.
don't forget the next action-packed episode " A Name From Hell"