Human pet short stories

Demons little lady

I croaked as my chin was held, keeping my head tilted upwards as the demon scowled at me, dead bodies littered around me, my body sore and beaten. His eyes going from all black to normal brown looking eyes.

"Well, well. Seems we have a survivor. What do you say we do with this girl? She may not live long alone" He spoke, dropping my chin and letting me collapse, feeling my body hit a dead body. Demonic soldiers moved closer, I looked at them, glaring hatefully, wishing I could move, yet my body merely twitched as I tried to make it move, exhausted and in pain.

"You're right, maybe we should just kill her. No other thing to do" the soldier grumbled, embarrassed to be called out.

"Don't be so quick to such simplistic ideals, she survived... And judging by that hateful expression, she will make some fun. You can carry her, leave her at my quarters." The general ordered, I gritted my teeth as I was flung over a shoulder.

"I thought you found sex disgusting with them?" The soldier asked.

"Not to fuck her! Besides, I'm a killer not a pedo, I think I'll just play with my new pet" laughed the general.

What a horrible man! As soon as I can, I will slit his horrible throat. I will gauge his eyes out! Thoughts of revenge swirled through my head.

The soldier climbed onto a giant demon bug, sitting on it's back as it swiftly scurried across the ground.

Time ticked by, my wounds aching more and more, my vision failing as I lost consciousness.

I awoke slowly, blinking my eyes open, I lay on something cold... Like metal, light surrounded me, heat could be felt nearby, I turned my head, my neck feeling stiff. Bars entered my vision, then warm moving light, like demonic fireflies with actual flames on them. Locked in jars that hung on the ceiling. Sitting by a desk and writing calmly was a familiar figure, a long twisting and moving tail lashing behind him. Sharp, yellow glowing horns on his head, nestled in light blonde hair.

I gritted my teeth and moved to sit up, loud scraping and jangling sounding behind me. I glanced back, seeing a chain, it was tied to my ankle. A low chuckle being heard.

"Good evening. Seems my little plaything is finally awake" he commented. I scowled looking back at him, he had spun his chair and slowly stood, his steps quiet and slow, intimidating. I didn't react, glaring at him, thinking of the dead, my own mother and father now with giant holes in their chests.

"You horrible monster. They're dead! They're all dead!" I screamed. He chuckled and crouched near me, only the bars blocked him from touching me.

"It's what they deserved, if they don't pay their dues... Shouldn't you be celebrating? You're alive, my pet" he laughed, I scowled, glaring at him.

"I am no pet! Do not call me that, you monster!" I yelled.

"So loud, you want me dead? Like all those others? Let me guess, we went and made the angry girl an orphan" he laughed. I screamed and dove at the bars, trying to grab him through them, he easily swayed back and squeezed my wrist, it burnt and hurt. I screamed, trying to yank my hand away.

"I'm excited to see you try" he chuckled finally releasing my hand, causing me to crash backwards, panting and clutching my sore and throbbing wrist.

"I'm going to kill you! Just like you did to them!" I screamed. He laughed and stood, turning back around, the sharp tip of his tail dangerously scraping along the bars, a part of me wanting to grab it and hopefully have him fall and hit his head and die.

"Do you think that town was full of good people? People who will make deals with us to allow them to get away with their crude desires? Paying the king off?" He chuckled, I scowled, I won't fall for his trickery and taunting.