Devils Den

2

Jude and I went for four rounds.

Some may say that is little, but he lasts longer than most men do. He stayed true to his word and fucked me senseless. I had fallen asleep with Jude next to me after a few minutes of catching my breath. He was right, that was the best sex I've ever had in my life.

During intercourse, his eyes continuously flashed red when he was nearing his finish and when I'd moan his name, his nails would dig into my skin as if they were claws, during the moment I couldn't care, but now my flesh stung slightly painful.

My whole body felt sore when I woke up again. I had woken up in the same position I fell asleep in, however, Jude's arm was now around my waist.

I bit my lip trying not to whimper out in pain as I sat up–Jude's arm falling onto my lap. My head was pounding. I slowly removed Jude's arm around my waist and continued my journey throughout the house, disregarding everything Jude had said.

Just because I followed him back to his room doesn't mean I decided to stay.

My pace was slow, the pain between my legs and back decreasing with every step. I was confused as to why the pain was going away so fast but dismissed my thoughts, walking down some stairs that I hadn't seen before.

I continued down the stairs, bumping into Ren in the process. "Where are you going?" He stared up at me, he was a few steps below me making me taller at the moment.

"Oh, thank God it's you." I let out a sigh of relief.

"Ugh, don't thank God. He's a foul man, really." Ren grimaced, waving his hand in the air to dismiss the topic.

"I guess..." I shrugged not knowing how to respond to that. "Can you please show me the exit? Jude refuses to." I crossed my arms, tiredly. I want to go home.

"Didn't he tell you there wasn't one already?" Ren stated confused, looking at me with a quirked brow.

"You guys have to stop messing around with me, my head is pounding," I brought my hand to my head, hissing in pain, and looked at Ren.

"We're not messing with you, and I for one don't really care to mess with you." He answered calmly.

I pursed my lips. Red eyes, claws, super strength, fast reflexes, and a big ass house with possibly hundreds of doors that I had yet explored into. I don't know why, but I refused to believe this was Hell.

Why would I be placed in Hell in the first place? I can't remember doing anything bad in my life.

I hissed in pain, my head pounding even more. "Why is this headache so bad?"

"Are you hungry? I don't think you've eaten yet." Ren asked before walking back downstairs without waiting for my answer. I followed behind.

"How would you have known if I've eaten yet? Isn't this our second time meeting?"

Ren took in a sharp breath before answering. "Of course, I was just assuming." He chuckled.

I nodded hesitantly. "It's just you and Jude living here?"

"No, they're more of us." We passed the living room, walking into the kitchen, stopping at a doorway.

"More of you?"

Ren opened the dining room door to reveal three more men, sitting down peacefully, eating their breakfast.

"Come on." Ren walked in. "Elise, this is Malcolm." he pointed to Malcolm. Malcolm looked up at me and went straight back to his food without saying anything. His messy brown hair fell to his eyes, he would push his hair back only for it to fall back into place. His eyes were brown and his skin was fair-looking.