the devils love

Chapter one

Azalea -

Last night was definitely a mistake.

What the fuck happened?

My head is pounding and I cant see straight.

I can't even move. Why can't I move?

My wrists pull against a rough surface and my ankles scrape against what feels like sandpaper.

My arms and legs are tied down?

The ropes around my wrists tighten against me the more I struggle.

A whisper of a scream escapes my dried throat.

What if he found me?

Pain resounds everywhere in my body.

The sound of a door unlocking causes my mind to stop focusing on my suffering.

I squint my eyes, trying to see the reason I've been trapped here.

I try to speak. Nothing comes out.

If I could talk I would be demanding an explanation or even something to numb my pain.

I doubt they would get me anything after kidnapping me though.

When the dull light above my head turns on I shut my eyes before adjusting to the brightness.

Shock fills my body as a tall, muscular man approaches me while taking in my form.

He looks me up and down before sighing and reaching for something in his pocket.

The man lifted a phone to his ear and started ordering someone with harsh words.

"Quién diablos es éste? Te dije que me traigas al chico del bar, no a esta perra tonta!"

"Who the hell is this? I told you bring me the guy from the bar, not this dumb bitch!"

Me a bitch? I'll show him what a real bitch looks like.

At least now I know it wasn't him again.

Finally I can ease the panic attack I had coming on. My chest feels lighter.

His sharp voice causes me to flinch as my brain pounds against my skull harder.

When the man turns back to face me, he starts to come closer and continues to take me in.

For whatever reason he doesn't stop.

But allow me to say this, I know he likes what he sees.

A smirk pulls at my lips and for a split second a look of confusion takes over his face.

I can tell this man is dangerous. Just from the way he carries himself.

His left leg looks more weighed down than his right so thats where he keeps his weapon.

And if a man with a weapon is in a cell with me, I really shouldn't allow him to see that I find the situation amusing.

It's only amusing because I know he didn't find me. 

If I am to be killed, I need to at least have my last words. But as I try to speak, the dryness consumes my throat once more.

The man looks away quickly and resumes his business on his phone.

After a while he turns away from me and leaves.

I don't know how long I've been on my own but even my own thoughts are becoming lonely.

A different man came inside and untied me after leaving a tray on the floor. He didn't talk.

The water he left somewhat subdued the pain in my throat and allowed me to speak again.

The rest of the pain was still there and my attempts to get attention aren't working. I've tried nearly everything and I need to save my energy.

My eyes are starting to become heavy, my legs are slowly easing me to the floor. I can't stay awake much longer.

So I decided the concrete floor was a much better option to sleep on than the broken chair.

Even if the floor is colder than ice, I can't stand for any longer.

I get that this isn't supposed to be comfortable, I just can't fathom what I've done this time to end up in a place like this.

I can't hold myself up.

My body curls up into itself.

Being in a revealing outfit was definitely a bad idea tonight. Or last night?

If only I knew where my day would've ended up.

I slowly lower my head to rest on my curled up knees.

This sleep wont be peaceful but at least I can save some energy. I'm really hoping my dreams dont start again.

Especially with the situation I'm in. It'll only bring back the memories.

Its one thing being taken and held against my will but being awoken from necessary rest because of some pathetic dream is another.

My prayers will most likely be ignored so all I can do is close my eyes and stop focusing on my worries.

However much I need it, sleep still doesn't come easily. My heart and my head pounding to the same beat is what's keeping me awake.

My breathing isn't as hard as it was but no matter how hard I try the panic attack keeps trying to take over.

Deep breaths. In and out. I'll be fine.

Its not the same as before.

But thats a lie isn't it?

I don't know where I am or why I've been taken. I just wanted one night of normalcy before I had to go back to my shit life.

And even that one night I had for myself, I still get dragged into the world I've been trying so hard to escape.