𝐃𝐞𝐦𝐨𝐧 𝐒𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐞𝐫 𝐨𝐧𝐞-𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐭𝐬

5. Douma (Angst+Smut)

ILLUSIONS.

WARNING: BEFORE YOU START READING, YOU SHALL BE INFORMED THAT AHEAD OF YOU LAY VIOLENCE, GORE  AND NO-CONSENSUAL SEXUAL ACTS: RAPE.

(CREDITS GO TO THE RESPECTIVE AUTHOR OF THE FANART I HAVE USED).

The Entertainment District was your home. You had been sold at the age of nine by your father. He needed money. His older sons worked day and night to help him. However, you were just a cute little girl. A worthless human being. You were nothing, but just another mouth to feed. They did not need you, but they could get advantage of your rare beauty.

You still could vividly remember the moment your heart broke, shattered by your own family. Tears streamed down your puffed cheeks, as a beautiful woman picked you up and waved a goodbye at your father.

You felt betrayed. Since then, you waited every single day for your family to come back to you. You usually sat on the porch, scanning the faces of the people passing by, hoping to spot their familiar visages among them.

Why did they abandon you? Were you not enough? Were you not a pretty little girl?
Yet, all the girls you had been raised by, the ones who motherly took care of you since the day you arrived, never ceased to glorify your beauty.

On your twelfth birthday, you stopped waiting for them and began to work for your House.

You were the sweetest girl to have ever walked this Earth and clients enjoyed your company. None of them ever laid a finger on you. They loved talking to you, sharing their secrets and stories, or drinking some tea together. You were showered in gifts and, by the age of eighteen, a lot of men had already asked for your hand.

You did not like the idea of leaving your home again. You had hated that place, but eventually you had inevitably grown fond of that House and the girls working in there.
You were still traumatized. Further more, the idea of giving your heart to a man, a man like your father, who could easily crash it in his hands sounded awfully unbearable.

However, you soon found yourself enticed by a tall man wearing expensive robes. That long black cloak draped on his large shoulders, his glimmering eyes, so unique yet terrifying, and his mild voice had you waiting for him to ask for your hand. You were not scared of him, on the contrary you keened to know more about this mysterious man.

He usually strolled down the streets of your district around midnight. You watched every step he made until he became one thing with the shadows. He was so magnetic. You spied on him from the balcony of your room, sighing as he passed by without noticing you.

You wanted to meet him, to talk to him, but you were not bold enough to call him out and offer him your company.

During a summer night, though, your preyers seemed to have been heard by the Gods.
You were watching the crowd apathetically, searching for him, hoping that he would show up again but he was no where to be seen. Where was your mysterious favorite stranger?
You pined for him and you did not even notice someone had entered your room, until your friend's voice reached your ears.

«Y/N, are you okay? I have been searching for you everywhere» she softly said, but you did not turn to face her. You were too busy tormenting your mind over someone you had never talked to in your whole life.