Demons Are Only Skin Deep - Chapter 2
After about twenty-three minutes on the road Scythia forgot she was even wearing a suit – if only for a moment. Highway driving always made her zone out, especially late at night when no-one else was around. Sometimes even driving felt automatic. When her phone suddenly announced her exit (just two miles away), the reality of what she was about to do hit her again. “Turn around” she mumbled to herself “just turn around and drive home. Don’t do everything now, just save this for when you’re more comfortable.” Still, she kept going. Deep down she knew what she was hoping to find at Club Tartarus, but she wasn’t ready to admit it to herself yet. ‘Besides’ she thought to herself ‘if it gets uncomfortable, I can just stop myself.” Only five more minutes to go. A pickup truck rushed past her, zooming into the distance well above the speed limit. She was amazed by how in-focus it stayed even as it rounded the far away bend. Normally she needed glasses while driving at night, at least whe