He took in the red raw marks around the man's wrists as a result of the chains. It would leave scars that would last the rest of his life. He noticed ...hat there were no scars on his back."I'm glad to see you, Sid. For a while there I was beginning to get worried," the man said without sounding as if he had been worried at all."Gregor, it is good to see you. I have need for a man of your talents," Sid said while dismounting. Turning to Fred, he said,"Fred, I need someone who can remove these. I was ripped from my body.I was falling, falling, falling into darkness.Into fire.A great, fiery being rose, following the path my soul fell, using my death to escape into the world. His name was seared on my soul. Molech. I was his, sacrificed to him by my God, my soul chained to the demon's blackened soul. I landed on coals, my flesh cooking as other blackened skeletons howled around me.I screamed and cursed my hatred of Brandon. He was no true god.No god would brutalize his worshipers like. And why was the past (especially the recent past) something he feared deeply? He closed his eyes making the 180-degree turn and opened them warily only when facing squarely down the embankment. Resting at the bottom like some dead solider was the traumatized remains of a four-door sedan — his four-door sedan. Barely recognizable, it lay on its side: lifeless, passenger side up, propped against a splintered tree. The windows were little more than a tangled spider web of busted glass, every. "My mom moaned in apparent delight as her ass received more spankings from her next door neighbor. If her body wasn't arched in the other direction, I just knew she'd raise her hips to meet Jillian's stinging hand.After ten slaps, she rose and strolled back to my mom's head, pulling her hair up and spitting squarely in her face. Mom shivered when she did. Moments later, Jillian dragged a chair in front of mother and sat before kicking off her sandals."Be a good neighbor and suck my tired toes..