I BOUGHT THE DEVIL

P7

I open the door, just a crack enough for me to spy on Argon while he is busy having breakfast with the other household familiars in the second dining room.
They eat, barely having any conversation amongst themselves. Boring!

My eyes move around, studying him. He seems quite hungry today, eating away all that steak. Bastard! I curse him and immediately, his head rises then bang! The door shuts without a whisper of a warning, slamming right into my face...at my nose.

I stumble backwards, before an intense burning shoot from the interior of my nose like daggers ripping the skin and bones. From within it, I breathe the rusty smell of...blood.

Drip!
Drip!

The crimson liquid falls on the floor and on my shoes, revealing to me that I may have a broken nose. But that's not the problem, I can endure pain. The one thing in the world that weakens me is the sight of...blood. And right now, it's flowing from my nostrils like a bursted pipe, staining my clothes in long strips as it proceeds to the floor.

As the smell of it registers, it causes my head to spin in endless circles till I can no longer stand on my own.
Down, my body plunges, causing more pain to drill through my half unconscious mind.

      My breaths feel alien, my body feels as though it's floating. Floating like a mindless cloud in the sky while I fight to stay awake. I notice the ground is a distance away. I'm really floating. It feels heavenly.

But, why is my speed so sluggish? Why am I flying towards my bedroom?

    I catch the sight of white hair before my world goes black.
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   "I can release you!" I say, my eyes staring at the flower patterns on the ceiling. They look rather spending today, or is it because of the golden light streaming in from the windows? It's evening already, a lovely day wasted in bed from my injury.

    "I don't need your concern. I'll leave when I want to." Argon speaks.
I catch his frame from the corner of my left eye, just sitting there, observing me. His posture reminds me of the villains in the novels, calculating and with a menacing aura.

"So you need me?"

   "Shut up!"

I lift my upper body and place my the weight on my elbows so that my nose remains to the ceiling.

  "Why aren't you in pain?"

Argon huffs before shifting his posture to lean forward, placing his elbows on his knees. "I told you whatever ritual you had does not affect me."

I struggle to keep eye contact, even if it's just quarter of my eye maintaining it. "So you planned this? But why me?"

  My question irritates him. I can tell from the frown descending upon his beautiful face. Beautiful?
    Argon gets off the sofa, straightening to a tower above me. His eyes roam over my entire body, as if he can see under the covers and further beneath my clothes.

Without permission, he sits beside me and proceeds to touch my painful nose. I quickly let my upper body rest back on the bed, evading his hand.

          He glares.
"If I wanted to harm you, don't you think I'd have done that when you were unconscious and talking about a man?"

Oh no! I talked again in my sleep!
My cheeks start generating exaggerated heat and my eyes look away to avoid his judging pair.

  As if his words were the final daggers to a dying man, Argon brings forth his hand in firm confidence. He lets his fingers caress the sides of my broken nose, his brown eyes paying so much attention to whatever he is doing.

As the seconds tick away, his touches slowly awaken the uncomfortable heat that originates from both my chest and...down there.
       It means you have been aroused. Aiden's words echo from my memory.
   
Could it be?

Why am i being drawn to a demon?

"What are you staring at?" His voice breaks the unintentional stare that has been going on.

My hand flies to push his off of my face in a frightened attempt. I can no longer allowed him to do whatever he is doing to me. His caresses are teasing my principles. No man, let alone a demon, has ever touched me the way Argon had. No man has ever 'aroused' me before. These are new waters to me, and I'm afraid I'm not ready to sail through them.

    "Stay still!"
Argon hisses grabbing the hand. Our eyes collide in the most strange manner. His are sparking fury while mine are bleeding confusion and a strange of fear.

"I need you alive for the moment."

     "I don't want you around me!" I breathe, ignoring the spiraling breaths.

Argon leans down as his hands grab both my wrists. Without caring about traditions and rules, he pins them above my head and keeps coming closer.

   "St-sta-stay b-b-back!" I cry.

His stoney face doesn't listen. Instead, he makes skin contact with me, his cheek lie against mine...so soft.

My eyes shut as a rock-sized lump forms in my throat. The beating of my heart sounds like a continuous thudding that will never stop unless I drop dead.

     "Argon!" I whisper. "Please don't..."

"Shh!"

My chest heaves rapidly to the ragged breaths. And every time it rises, it slams my breasts right into Argon, creating a strange feeling within my body. I, I like it. Yes! I think I like the feeling of pressing my moulds into Argon.

   Lord!

"Why are you so nervous?"
His whisper sounds strained and I can detect the change of increasing pressure on my wrists.

Could it be that I'm also affecting him? 'Arousing' him?

    "I...you...you're too-" I stop talking when he pulls back his head.

"Open your eyes!"

"M-m-mh!" I shake my head. "I will no-" My words die back down in my mouth as an alien pair of lips press down upon mine.
  
He is kissing me, a soft kiss that lingers long after he retreats. But in the two seconds he kissed me, it felt as if fireworks were exploding within the cages of my chest, sending heat all over.

      Argon retreats fully, leaving a bewildered girl lying on the bed.

"That is to heal your nose!" Argon explains in a low voice that sounds like a struggle is ongoing.

But at the moment, I'm too shocked to utter a word. All I can think of is how that little kiss melted all my organs.

    I dare not even open my eyes. I cannot face him, or anybody else.