Becoming Satan’s Property

Donjae Knight kicked in the door and forced Dedriana Cole into the closet. He ripped open her sweater and shoved his cock right into her vagina. She bled and started to scream. He clamped a gloved hand over her mouth. He wore a white skull mask, which contrasted with his dark skin. He sprayed inside her and slit her throat. The serrated blade made a crunching sound as it sawed through bone and windpipe.

He looked into her eyes as the life left them. Donjae left her corpse in the closet and shut the door behind him. He walked out the front door and got into his shitty little green Nissan, that he bought washing dishes after school. His dad kicked himself out last month. Donjae lived in his car but was glad to be away from that dreadlock having asshole.

He turned on some rap music, trying to drown out his thoughts. It was Halloween night and Donjae was a lover of slasher films. Tonight was Donjae's way of paying homage to them. ''Someone had to die for my fantasy,'' Donjae thought. ''No one has to die for real in a slasher film and I didn't make a dime from my crime.''

He thought about how people were going to hate him once they found out what he did to Dedriana. She made his dick feel good. He loved her tits. He would often steal glances over at them while he was sitting in Geometry. her nipples would really poke through this one pink sweater she would wear every three weeks or so.

Now she was dead. ''Niggers are animals,'' Donjae thought of a phrase he had heard a sheriff say once. ''Maybe I am an animal.''

He ripped off his mask and threw it in the backseat. Sweat matted his curly hair. The world seemed so bigger and much easier to breathe in without wearing the damned thing. As a kid trick-or-treating, Donjae felt like a badass killer, breathing his own stale air, staring through eyes that weren't his. He liked getting the chance to be someone else. But he was not someone else.

He was the murderer, Donjae Knight. ''I'm a murderer,'' he thought.

The cops would find out he killed Dedriana. They would arrest him and he would go to prison. The devil appeared next to him in the front seat of his Nissan. The smell of smoke stung Donjae's eyes. He spoke Latin. The devil's forked tongue shot in and out of his mouth every once in a while, just like a snake.

Donjae didn't want to look over at him. He could feel the heat radiating off of him. A weird feeling came over Donjae. He felt an invisible force slide his tongue in Donjae's ear. He felt a weird pressure on his neck, as if a powerful man, or perhaps a beast, was nuzzling his neck. He felt an an alien force, an immense pressure enter his bum, through jeans, through clothes, did not matter.

He tried to stop the car but the brakes were shot and the car would not stop. Donjae felt the demon, invisible, but definitely present raping him. His anus burned and he could feel the scar tissue of the burnt demon against his thighs, butt and back.

A semi came hurdling toward him. The horn honked and Donjae swerved and went right through the windshield, ripping him in two. His bottom half remained in the car, but his top half went through the windshield. The moon was bright yellow that Halloween night and one passerby, a young girl traveling in the backseat described seeing a black teen, fitting Donjae's description, with a collar around his neck, and some gnarled, burnt creature, holding his leash.