Chapter Twenty-Seven: Hell:

Then there were days when they were both at their worst. Jessie wanted to walk away, but she couldn't. Hisoka would attack her if she tried to walk out the door. He was always that vile when in a mood. The demon understood that she made him this way. Hisoka glared at her on the couch, clutching the beer bottle in his hand.

"Liar," he said. The demon gave him a puzzled look.

"What did I do now?" she asked.

"Liar!" Hisoka snarled. "You did this to me!" Jessie put up her hands.

"Okay," she admitted. "I'm sorry for that. I was wrong." Hisoka smirked.

"No, you're not," he remarked. Jessie frowned at him.

"Okay, I'm not," she said. "What do you want from me?" Hisoka took another sip of beer. Jessie noticed the look in his eyes.

"What?" The shinigami chuckled.

"You don't get it, do you?"

"Get what?" Hisoka shook his head, trying to keep from cracking up.

"Brilliant," he muttered. "Fucking brilliant!" Jessie gave him an odd look.

"What are you talking about?" Her lover rose to his feet.

"You know, you've gotten really ugly lately."

"Excuse me?" the girl asked.

"Ugly, lying bitch," the shinigami hissed. "You ruined me with your lies."

"Okay, so I did," Jessie said again. "What do you want me to do to fix it?" Hisoka pinned her to the wall.

"Give me back me!" he demanded.

"How?!" He grabbed onto her shoulders with such pressure that the demon gasped. "Let go!"

"I hate you!" Hisoka cried. "I hate you! I hate you! I hate you!"

"I hate you too!" Jessie screamed back.

"So you do admit it!"

"Yes!" the demon cried. "I hate you! I hate you because I love you!" Hisoka stared coldly at her.

"Why should I believe you? All you ever do is lie." Jessie shook her head desperately.

"I'm not lying!" she wailed. "I really do love you." Hisoka pushed away from her.

"That's all you do." Jessie clenched her fists. Hisoka froze when he heard her speak.

"What did you say?" he asked. Jessie looked up with burning rage in her eyes.

"Fuck you!" she snapped. Hisoka gritted his teeth and raised his hand to strike. This time, she didn't flinch.

"Hit me," she dared him.


"Hit me!" Jessie yelled. "Hit me again, you son of a bitch!" The Shinigami froze at her words. Jessie noticed his hesitation.

"What?" she challenged. "You scared? It hasn't stopped you before! Why are you pussying out now?"

"Shut up," he snarled. Jessie raised an eyebrow.

"Why?" The demon smirked as a thought crossed her mind. "Oh, I see now," she said. "It's because you don't want your boyfriend to see you like this, isn't it?"

"I said shut your god damn mouth!" he barked. He landed one smack across her jaw. Jessie turned to him smirking.

"Go on, hit me again!" Hisoka glared at her as he readied himself for the second strike.

"I'm warning you," he said coldly.

"Or what?" The demon put her hands on her hips. "Oh come on, big man! Hit me!"

"I said, shut the hell up!" he snapped.

"Hit me!" the demon pushed. "Here's my head, here's my chest! Hit me! Hit me, damn it!" Hisoka charged at her like a wild bull. Yes, come at me!  Show me how angry you are, you bastard. I don't give a fuck anymore! Hisoka landed the second blow to her ribcage. Despite having the air knocked out of her, Jessie still stood. Hisoka came at her blow after blow. The demon didn't scream out. She grinned and held down her pain with each punch. Even huddled on the ground, she wouldn't give. That's it! Come at me, asshole! I can take what you have! Once he got bored and tired, Hisoka looked down at her, sneering.

"Fuck you, you dirty lying whore," he growled. Jessie stayed on the floor until he walked out the door. In that moment, she knew this had gotten out of hand. The demon knew of only one way to fix it.