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It was close to 10 pm when Damian lifted his scrawny self through a strangers window. It had been semi-open and all he had to do was pull the safety screen up. He was already shaking from nerves. There the boy stood, carrying an empty duffel bag in the pitch black house. He prayed that the resident didn't hear him enter and he could grab a few items without being noticed. As he fumbled around to find a light switch, he could hear an all too familiar voice. "You idiot. You don't turn on all the lights when you're in the middle of a robbery! Maybe you want someone to catch you? As fun as it would be to watch you rot in prison….I wouldn't recommend.", he couldn't make it out in the dark, but he could almost hear the menacing smile in the demons voice. Damian didn't respond to the creature, as only he could hear him, and speaking aloud was a big no no in this situation.

When he first came to Janhall, he held at least a tiny bit of hope that he would find someone to cast out the demon that haunted him. Of course, with no money, and a huge fear of the non-human people that lived here, he had limited options. After the incident at his old school, his parents have stopped sending him his allowance, and of course he hadn't managed to get a job since fleeing his old life.

With trembling hands, Damian opened up a cupboard, only to find tupperware come tumbling out onto the floor. "No no no no, I'm gonna die. I'm gonna die!" he thought to himself.

Before Damian could go about tidying up, he was suddenly lifted into the air. He let out a startled scream then laid eyes on the creature that had him suspended. Now, Damian has seem some freaky stuff, but this was downright frightening. Shivering in fear, he could only manage a small reply, "I-I'm sorry…". Even the demon was at a loss for words for once, a bit concerned that the monster would kill his favorite meat puppet. That was short lived, however. The shadow, lost in the dark, started barking at the boy, "Well? Better start groveling! Even I can't help you now."

Inside, he was shouting in protest, but he could barely manage an audible sentence. "No…please…", he said as he shook his head. He never would have suspected a monster like this woman lived in this house. If he had known, he never would have set foot in the neighborhood, let alone her lair. His words sounded more panicked now, louder, "Don't eat me, please don't eat me! I'll do anything, anything you want, please!". He squeezed his eyes shut, too scared to look the woman in the face.

Damian was still terrified even with his eyes closed. He felt like she was just taking her time deciding his fate. He swore she was going to bite his head off then and there, though soon enough, his feet were firmly planted on the ground. He opened his eyes just before the light flicked on. He winced at the brightness. That's when he saw the woman. Pity, he was just about to calm down too. He let out a startled noise, not loud enough to be a scream. It was clear that he was just as much frightened as he was in the dark, maybe even more so.

"Tea?", he asked weakly, still trying to process what she had said. The color had long since drained from his face. Before she could respond, he had a flash of realization. He frantically scanned the kitchen and went about looking for tea bags. It took some searching, like it would for all unfamiliar kitchens, but he eventually found them. Finding a tea kettle was much easier. It felt so strange going through her things, even though that's what he came to do in the first place. After he filled the pot with water and put it on the stove, he turned to her meekly, not giving her eye contact, "Is….Is this kind okay?", he was talking about the kind of tea. He had only grabbed the first one he saw.

He got chills from the way her eight legs moved around. It was so creepy and it made his skin crawl. What was scarier was that the woman was approaching him. Had he made a mistake already? "Oh god…", he thought to himself, "She isn't making this easy". Damian took a deep breathe before examining the box he had grabbed. It was a sleepy time blend. "Wait, are spiders nocturnal?", for the life of him, literally, he couldn't remember. He figured he'd be dead either way, so he decided to go with his first pick. Though it was not without a lot of sweating and fighting back tears.

"Oh no", he thought as he saw the look of displeasure on her face. He thought for sure it was over for him now. "Please….at least kill me quickly", he thought he had spoken that last part, but he was too fixated on the woman to open his mouth. Instead, she started talking. It just keeps getting worse, doesn't it? She expects him to be her slave for the rest of his life, merely postponing his death. Damian couldn't see any way out of this. Arguing about the injustice with her would just hasten his demise and he couldn't see himself outrunning the monster, fast as he was. Even if he could escape her, he could see the woman turning him in to the police (the monster police? monster jail!? How awful!). He stared at her with his mouth gaping in disbelief and fear, at a loss for what to say.

"O-okay", was all he managed before searching the closet for cleaning supplies. The only mess he made was a few tupperware containers falling on the floor. Since she mentioned cleaning supplies, he assumed she meant clean her entire kitchen. Besides the looming threat of getting killed, the things she was asking him to do weren't that difficult, and for that he was thankful. After getting the supplies, Damian picked up the containers and put them in the sink. She wouldn't be too happy with him putting her dishes that were on the floor back in the cupboard.