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someone had knocked her unconscious and was using her as an experiment, but now, she felt, she really got it. The presence of the gargoyle confirmed her worst possible fear and the beliefs that had been hammered into her since her childhood. She'd had sex out of wedlock. She'd left the church. She didn't believe.
    Now she was in hell with a demon to torment her. Because surely this could be nothing but hell. No fire for her... no. Hell for her was being locked away from the outdoors forever, her lungs burning with agony, and water she could never go into. No wonder there was no way out of here. It was hell, literally.
    She stared at the hulking stone form of the gargoyle as he returned and immediately went back to his stone form. Indistinct, it was nearly unrecognizable... though it had been nearly impossible to take as a natural formation, it was even harder to recognize as an actual living gargoyle's stone form. It looked like it had melted or been in an explosion.
    Pity swelled in her. From what little she understood, gargoyles spent most of their time in their stone form. What must it be like to have such a terribly ugly stone form?
    Staring at the water, she wondered if she was his punishment as much as he was hers. Poor fellow if that was true. On the other hand, it could have been a lot worse. It could have been a lot worse for her, too, she supposed.
    So far he hadn't raped her that she knew of. Maybe he wanted her conscious for that, though. She looked at him again. He sat silent and still in his stone form and nothing displayed any reaction at all to her presence.
    It seemed that if he was going to rape her, it wouldn't be anytime soon. She settled on the floor to wait. Soon, the shivering began. God knew that she hated the cold far more than the heat, apparently. Great wracking shudders passed through her body and she curled up against the damp stone wall of the cave. Moments later, she felt herself lifted. She struggled against the stone arms around her, but the demon just shushed her, pulling her closer.
    Too tired to fight long, she gave up. He sat down, leaning against the wall of the cavern. Then she was surrounded by golden wings that began to glow slightly. Warmth seeped into her from his body and his wings. She was cocooned inside a warm shell, and slowly the warmness brought relaxation, and with the relaxation, came lethargy.
    It seemed this demon wasn't very good at torture. Didn't he know he was supposed to let her suffer for her sins? Instead, there she was, curled up in his arms, warm and dry.
    He leaned his head back against the stone and closed his eyes. She shifted position and found her cheek brushing against his chest. Against her will, she noticed the astounding softness of his skin. It was like expensive suede; softer than human skin. Unaware that she was doing so, she brushed her cheek against that soft skin again. Then again. It was so soft and it smelled of sun-warmed ocean rocks like those she had laid on at the beach as a child.
    Her mind too far gone to the nitrogen narcosis, Sarah rubbed against the gargoyle like a cat.
     
     
    Chapter 4
     
     
    Abaddon stilled when the woman began to rub against him like those small domestic creatures humans always kept as pets. He couldn't remember what they were called just then, but they made pleasant sounds not unlike those the woman was making. He liked those better than the loud companions the humans had kept.
    He knew the woman was out of her mind. He didn't remember a whole lot about humans, but he did understand well enough that she was acting impaired in some way. She didn't know what she was doing. He couldn't bring himself to stop her, though, so he sat as still as his stone form and simply let himself experience what she was doing. Alternately, she would rub on him and then stop to take deep breaths against his skin, sniffing him.
    The heat from the exhaled breath made him want more, while the rubbing brought up strange emotions that he