Trapped

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"So am I crazy or what? I mean.. first she was in my dreams and now.. she's real. Please tell me I'm crazy so I can get treated."

"Charles you are not crazy, I'm sorry to disappoint you. I think you are just going through a lot of things at home, what with your mother and things, and you're mixing fantasy in with reality. Just be sure you are getting plenty of rest and soon the girl will just go away like a dream."

"Doctor... She's real. I've talked to her, not only in my mind. She says she's in.. Limbo. Is that even real? You know what else happened? She sprouted wings and flew away saying she is the devils daughter. What the hell, right?"

Dr. Sikes, Charles' therapist had lost all color in her face. She twitched her eye once.

"Charles... What did you just say?"

"What? Oh, Stephanie said she's Luci--"

"DON'T SAY HIS NAME IN HERE! GET OUT! GET OUT NOW!"

Dr. Sikes throws pocket bibles at Charles repeatedly saying some chant in a language that Charles didn't understand. She was mad. Charles runs out of the office screaming just that.

"Doctor what are you doing? Why are you doing this?! You're mad! You're a mad lady, you hear me? MAD!"

Charles goes to his car and starts the engine only to do he last thing thing he thought he'd ever do.

We need to talk.

Charles waits to see if Stephanie will respond. After a while, he gives up and starts to drive home.

About?

Charles was at a stop light when she said it and he almost had a heart attack. He'd have to get used to this Mind-Talking thing.

About whether or not this is real. Am I crazy? Are you really the devils daughter? Why did my therapist freak out when I told her about you??

This is all real. You are not crazy, like I told you you've been 'chosen'. I really am the daughter of Lucifer. He isn't that bad of a father once you get past his pure evilness. He gets me what I want.. sometimes. Your therapist had.. a 'run-in' with my father once. Let's just say she isn't perfect.

Stephanie appeared in the passenger's seat of Charles' Corvette.

"What do you mean? What'd she do?"

"Well your therapist is really big on obeying orders and all that bible talk, sorta like the mother from Carrie. Long story short, the daughter who was 16 at the time went out to a party one night after being told not to. Once she returned well past her curfew, the therapist, Dr. Sikes, tied her daughter up and beat her into a coma. To this day, her daughter, Melissa, is in a coma and has been for 3 years. She is 19 years old. So, after taking her to the hospital, of course the police were looking for the culprit of this abuse. Dr. Sikes had disappeared for a few months in Cambodia but when the police found her, she had no choice but to be sentenced to death in Cambodia. Right before she was killed, my FUCK ASS father appeared and offered her a deal. And of course, she took the deal." **mumbles under breath** I wish he would cut me a deal like that when I needed one. " I don't know the exact stipulations of the deal but I know it involved blood and it got her out of that stucky situation with the police for good."

"Soooo you mean to tell me that my therapist has made a deal with the devil? Who are you going to tell me made a deal next? My kitten?!"

"I'm not telling you to believe me. I'm just telling you what I know. And what I DO know is that your therapist is nowhere near saintlike. All those bible folk are the same. They speak the garbage about doing others how you wanna be done but then they turn around and try to kill their daughters."

"Wow. I can;t actually believe I'm saying this but... I believe you. So what do we do now?"

"She probably pplans on reporting your communication with me back to my father to prevent me from finding my body. We have to silence her."

"YOU MEAN WE'RE GOING TO KIL-"

"No you idiot. We're just going to... persuade her, heheheh."

"Oh gosh."