How to Turn on The Devil

Chapter 2

All of us were so sick of being here, and the gratitude of being saved from all the death in the outer world had ceased, so when a man named Michael Langdon walked in after tonight's supper and told us there's a sanctuary where we can actually survive its safe to say it caught all of our attention. He was tall, with a thick, long blond mane that looked like silk...I definitely had to refrain myself from asking if I could stroke it. The hair I mean. He was intimidating, and kind of terrifying. He said that we were going to have a special test the co-operative call 'co-operating'. Wonder what genius came up with that. Mr. gallant volunteered to go first, and Michael kept staring at me even while talking to him, but I shook it off because I was just trying not to piss my pants.

He probably noticed and was just eager to talk to me, although it didn't feel that way.

I walked up the stairs and across the corridor to his room, and it looked just like mine which was a little comforting, and large black doors slid open between his fingertips. He was standing by his desk, with his chin in his palm and large silver rings on his fingers, as he analyzed my every move. He looked at me with the darkest piercing eyes that gazed into my very soul as if he were reading it. I felt so judged and like someone took a huge spotlight and shone it on me.

"Medeya south, you seemed to be very much invested when I showed up here earlier this evening" he spoke softly, with a rich voice and he folded his arms across his chest.

"weren't we all? It's kind of a big deal when somebody shows up here...seeing as we aren't usually expecting company" I responded with a nervous chuckle.

The more seconds that passed by in silence the more awkward it felt, but he seemed to be enjoying this. "you know it kind of feels like I'm being interrogated" I laughed nervously.

He bit his lip and cocked his head towards me. "would you like to be?"

"Uhm I..."

"I'll tell you the rules, If you lie, I will know, if you try to trick me, this test will be over and I will kill you, painfully and slowly".

"gotchya," I said with a thumbs up.

Every time he took a breath I could feel every single nerve in my body being caressed, the hairs on my arm were each pricked up on end, even as I felt a shiver down my spine and a heat spreading between my thighs.

"Can I ask you something?" I said slowly, and waiting for his nod.

"What is this, like a morality test, trying to figure out if whether or not I'm a good person, like can I ask you about your morals or personal things about you ...no offense but I just find it really difficult to tell all of my secrets and personal things to someone I don't know anything about...I mean...I tell the same thing to all of my therapists" I explained to him.

"well I'm not your therapist" he stated plainly and confidently.

"so that's a yes? If you're implying that you're not my therapist then you're saying I can ask you and you will tell me things about you"

He smiled again.

"Are you tricking me?" I asked him.

"are you" he replied, and I chuckled, letting out a breath.

"I don't know how to act, I mean obviously I should act like myself, but I don't want to put on this role of the girl who just acts like she doesn't give a fuck about life, and she's a hard druggie and you don't want to get mixed up with the likes of her...but I also can't sit here and pretend to be this innocent soul who doesn't even know what a vape is and gets straight A's and goes to church.

"Are you religious," he asked me.

"sort of".

"what do you believe?" He asked me lifting out his hand and cupping my jaw with a pout.

I shied away for a second worried he would laugh in my face, and then cleared my throat to say

"I come from a family of Satanists".

I bit my lip, anxious for his response but held my head up.

"Medeya why do I feel like there is something you're hiding from me"? He asked slowly parting his lips, and parting mine with his thumb, and tilted my head to look at him straight.

" because there is..." I mutter, confused as to why he is still smiling.

"so why don't you tell me?"

"well that's not really fair, why don't you tell me what you're hiding from me?" I asked puzzled, trying to just avoid his stare.

"you think you're clever, don't you? But this isn't about me, if you don't want to take this test then you can stay here in this outpost and slowly die, but you don't seem like the type to give up like that" He said looking me up and down.

He placed his hand on the desk and traced the edge of mine.

"So what'll it be?"

"Uhm...I don't...know I"

"why don't you tell me how you really feel?"

"you make me really nervous because you're extremely attractive, and I don't know what to do because I'm trying to make a good impression but all I want to do is just have you choke me with your hands around my neck and kiss my chest while you fuck me into oblivion and the only reason I'm saying this is because you told me to be honest, and now that I'm embarrassed enough to kill myself, I think I'm ready to leave." the words just sort of spilled out of me, and I felt like the world's biggest idiot.

He started at me with a subtle grin the whole time I spoke, as if nothing I was saying shocked him, and whatever it was is a good tactic to not make things awkward.

He grabbed my wrist tightly and swiftly as I sat up from the chair. He pulled me into him and tilted my head back to meet his eyes.

"There is nothing wrong with craving something powerful, so long as it doesn't become an obsession". Everything he said made my nerves tingle, it was in no way I had ever felt. You know how with guys you meet at bars, they try to act all seductive and like they are a total badass but it just feels so fake but with Langdon, I felt owned, controlled, dominated.

I could barely open my mouth, any words that I tried to form at that moment came out as stutters and I didn't want to look like an idiot...or at least more of an idiot.

He tucked a strand of hair behind my ear and smiled letting out a large exhale, which somehow let me know that I was free to leave.

I smiled before walking away and said to him "I know what you are Michael, and I won't tell if you won't" and after those words, I could feel his eyes glued to my body as I left his room.