Be Careful What You Wish For: A Zombie Apocalypse
Chapter 153: All My Wishes

Chapter 153: All My Wishes

Like the gentleman he was, Marcus got up from his desk and escorted his wife out the door. Murmuring something softly into her ear, Delliah giggled softly before raising up on the balls of her feet to kiss him on the lips.

The moment the door shut behind her, though, Marcus became an entirely different person.

Locking the door, the man my mother married turned around and walked over to his desk. Taking off his jacket and tie, he unbuttoned the cuffs of his shirt and rolled them up to his elbows.

Dante had done something similar before, and I remember being incredibly turned on by the show he was unknowingly putting on for me. Marcus, on the other hand... didn’t have the forearms that Dante had.

"You will grant me every wish I could possibly make, and you will keep your mouth shut about it. If you think for even a second to defy me, I will make your life a living hell. You and I both know who your mother would choose, so save yourself the beating and be a good girl."

Sometimes, when Tank or Chang Xuefeng spoke to me, I thought I had a praise kink, but when this man called me a ’good girl,’ I just wanted to rip his spine out through his stomach.

Yeah, I was probably going to have to see someone about my new obsession with blood.

Nodding my head, the man in front of me growled low like some type of beast. "You will use your words when I expect a response," he snarled at me, his neck turning red as his blood pressure started to rise.

Yup, I don’t speak, and he will beat me. I speak, and Mommy-Dearest will beat me. The husband and wife were so much alike that I almost believed that there really was a Jack for every Jill.

"I understand," I replied, my voice husky and innocent all at once. I watched as his pupils expanded before they dilated again, and he looked me up and down.

"Sir," he grunted, shifting in his seat. "You will always respond with ’Sir’."

Fucking bullshit power play.

The demon that seemed to be sleeping inside me for the past little while perked her head up as if asking if I wanted help. Smiling brightly at the man, I reassured my demon. I could handle this guy all by myself.

I never understood the idea that revenge was a dish best served cold. It made absolutely no sense in any way. Instead, I like to think of revenge as something that they will never see coming, but they’d feel every second of it.

And let’s face it, my wishes have a bit more of a kickback than just taking an arm, leg, or soul as punishment.

"My first wish is to be immortal," announced Marcus, pulling me out of my thoughts. I blinked rapidly as I tried to figure out what he had actually said. I mean, there was no way he was going straight for that type of wish... right?

No warm-up of food or shelter? How about not having to deal with zombies? How about invincible walls or an army? But no...

Clearly, this guy has a God-complex.

"Well?" he demanded, his face twisting into a snarl.

"Of course, Sir," I nodded, even as I wondered how I would collect the soul of a man who was going to live forever. Meh, I’m sure the Devil will figure out the finer details of this particular wish.

"Well," demanded Marcus, slapping his hand on the table. "What are you waiting for?"

"Nothing, Sir," I replied, my eyes wide as I looked at him with ’fear’. "Your wish has already been granted."

He narrowed his eyes as if trying to figure out the truth of my words. Seriously, I was more than happy to shoot him if it meant that he believed me.

Taking out a long knife from his drawer, he plunged it into the top of his left hand.

Letting out an ear-piercing scream, Marcus quickly threw the knife away from him as blood gushed out. "What the fuck!?" he screamed, trying to apply pressure to a wound that was bleeding more and more. "I asked to be immortal. Why is this happening?"

Cocking my head to the side, I blinked at my newest Stepdaddy. "Immortal means can’t be killed, right?" I asked, just to make sure that we were on the same page. "That knife wound isn’t enough to cost you your life, so you can’t really use it to determine if your wish was granted or not."

"I didn’t expect pain!" screamed the man as the bleeding started to slowly stop.

"But feeling pain has nothing to do with being immortal," I pointed out before quickly finishing my sentence. "Sir."

"I wish I couldn’t feel pain!" bellowed Marcus as he found something to bind up his wound with.

"Wish granted, Sir," I smiled up at him as his entire body relaxed as the pain fled. Why didn’t people understand that you needed pain in order to live? Without pain, how would you know if something was hurt?

Silly man.

I looked down at my lap as if I had done something wrong. However, I really couldn’t keep the smile off my face as I thought about all the fun ways this wish could backfire.

"The pain is gone," murmured Marcus, completely amazed as he stared at his hand. Blood was flowing through the fabric band aid on his hand, but he didn’t seem to be able to see it. "And if the pain is gone... then I am immortal."

"Of course, Sir," I replied, looking up at him. "Whatever you wish for, remember?"

Marcus hummed as he sat back down and continued to stare at me. "Fine, I believe that your power really is to grant wishes," he stated like I was lying all this time. "Now. I want you to strengthen the walls and gates around the compound so that nothing can get through or over them. From there, I want you to strengthen all of my guards. I also want a year’s supply of food and hot water."