(DISCONTINUED) 𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐓𝐋𝐄 𝐒𝐄𝐂𝐑𝐄𝐓 || Douma

𝙁𝙞𝙫𝙚

'𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐓𝐋𝐄 𝐒𝐄𝐂𝐑𝐄𝐓'
By Yanyujii

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐅𝐈𝐕𝐄
THE DEMON'S CAPTIVE

THE FIRST THING

Douma did the next evening was barge into the room he locked you in. "Rise and shine! My pitiful darling!" He beamed and you backed yourself up into the wall, shaking from his sudden yelling and exposure to a ray of light from the halls.

"W-what are you going to do?!" You spoke, your throat dry after not being able to eat or drink any water from the previous night.

Douma smirked lightly and revealed a hug of water from his back and swayed it in the air before you. "Thirsty? My little (Y/n)?" His voice was so confident it made you want to puke.

It damaged your pride to receive anything from him and so you shook your head, denying him. Surprised, Douma set the jug down and approached you. "Please," he sighed as his hand reached over to caress your cheek "what will I do if that beautiful face gets pale and ruined?"

He clicked his tongue as his thumb found its way down to your bottom lip, tugging it down gently.

He stared at those lips of yours and he swallowed thickly, his Adam's apple bobbing visibly. "My, even still your lips tempt me so."
His calm exterior was beginning to anger you and you quickly shoved his hand away from your face.

His sharp nail managed to form a cut below your bottom lip and blood began to ooze out.

"Don't touch me!" You spat yet Douma didn't flinch. "Ahh~!" he moaned happily with his arms reaching above his head to roam down his neck and shoulders. "My darling, (Y/n), you sure are a feisty one!" He finished with a low chuckle until his hand abruptly grabbed your chin to pull you toward him.

Your hands tightly wrapped around his wrist to try and pry him away but to no avail.

His face grew closer as he eyed the small trickle of blood that ran down your chin.
You squirmed but he was far too strong and you were too weak to fight back.

He stuck out his tongue and licked the cut on your chin. Slowly, his tongue went up to your cheek, tasting your blood seductively. You kicked your feet whilst your eye clenched shut as his tongue grew closer.

You wanted to get out of here. He was toying with you and it didn't help that he was handsome. You thought it when you first met him and you've never felt more guilty. For how could you possibly think of this man as handsome after his revolting act.

He pulled away but his hand remained on your chin. "You taste delicious.." he growled, his piercing rainbow eyes locked on yours. You were unable to look away from his eyes.

Instantly your knees grew weak and stopped kicking. Douma grinned before retracting his hand away and yanking your wrist to get up with you landing against his chest.

"What the hell do you want to do with me!" You growled as he continued to stare down at you. "You needn't ask, for I will show you and you shall see."

Douma had forced you to bathe and surprisingly enough, you found a few dishes prepared for you in the table inside of your room.

"Is it poisoned?" You thought to yourself, staring at the food which had been prepared. Surely his plan was to kill you and eat you like the demon he was but would upper moon two really be so pathetic that he'd rather poison you?

Wouldn't it be more enjoyable for him to watch all hope leave your eyes as he devoured you?

"It's not poisoned, if that's what you are thinking."

Suddenly Douma's voice emitted from behind you and you jumped, causing you to stumble back down on the ground. "D-douma.." you breathed out as he offered his hand to you. "I can't have you skinny and pale. Eat."

He was being.. friendly? No, it couldn't be. He was a demon and all they ever cared about was gaining more power.

You denied his hand and got up by yourself, and Douma's smirk only widened. His former followers were always beautiful young women who gave themselves to him willingly. And yet you had come to him and avoided his touch completely.

He liked a change every once in a while.

You stood there, unmoving and unsure of what to say or do. If you tried to escape, he's most likely be able to catch you and considering your growling stomach and sleep deprivation, you were unfit for an escape.

"Come now, sit down." He spoke, gesturing to the table with his fan. You remained still and your chin dipped down. You were going to die here and your promise to Shinobu would've been for nothing. You'd let her down again.

As you were in thought, Douma moved behind you and grasped your shoulders tightly and pushed your body down.

Your eyes shot open the moment you felt his hands on you but you complied. You had to remember he had the advantage, you just needed to wait a little longer to get your strength back and plan for escape.

He sat opposite to you after he finally got you to sit on the small cushion. He handed you a pair of chopsticks and you hesitantly took them from him.

"Stall him.. please him for now, I'll get out of here soon.."

You began eating and Douma just stared at you, resting his chin at the palm of his hand as he leant on the table. He was studying you, nonchalantly watching you eat.

Your shoulders tensed as he continued and you grew even more uncomfortable than you already were. You were literally dining with your captor and he with his captive.

"We have a guest coming tomorrow night." He purred quietly with that smooth voice of his. You nearly choked on your food but forced yourself to swallow. "A-a guest? Is it.. a—"

"Yes, he's a demon.. and I'm sure he'd just love to meet you."

Another demon.. another dreadful demon to add to the mix. were you ever going to escape this place? But most importantly, were you going to escape him?

Douma watched the fear flash in your eyes. He knew what you were thinking — that you were going to plan for escape. But he wouldn't let that happen, because he was only beginning to grow even more infatuated with you.. or infatuated with the idea of breaking you down for him to devour.