Have you ever seen a demon cry? | Lisa x Female Reader

Chapter 24

As I struggle against my restraints, the adrenaline coursing through my veins, I can't hold back the scream of frustration and anger that escapes my lips. "No! Stop! You won't get away with this!"

But my cry is met with swift punishment. My grandfather turns abruptly and approaches me with a cold, menacing expression.

Before I can react, he strikes me with a harsh, brutal blow. The force of his hit sends a jolt of pain through my body, and I cry out, the sound piercing through the forest.

The impact leaves me gasping, my vision blurring momentarily as I try to catch my breath.

Pain radiates from the spot where he hit me, and I wince as I struggle to maintain my composure.

My grandfather's face remains emotionless, his eyes cold and unfeeling. "You need to learn that resistance will only bring you more suffering," he says, his voice icy. "This is your final warning. Accept your role, or face the consequences."

I try to steady my breathing, despite the pain throbbing through me. "I will never accept what you're doing. I will fight you every step of the way," I manage to gasp out, my voice hoarse but defiant.

He narrows his eyes at me, his expression hardening further. "Then prepare yourself. The more you resist, the harder it will be for you. This is your last chance to reconsider."

The air grows tense as your grandfather studies me, his gaze unyielding.

I refuse to back down, even as the pain in my body screams at me to submit.

"Very well," he says finally, his voice low. "You have made your choice."

He turns away from me, gesturing to his followers. A man approaches me with a rod in his hand, his eyes gleaming with a cruel curiosity.

He runs the rod along the chains that bind my wrists, the sound sending a shiver down my spine. "I hope you're ready for this," he sneers, before raising the rod high above his head.

I steel myself, gritting my teeth as I prepare for the impact. He hits me hard with the rod, the pain intense and sharp as it connects with my skin.

I cry out, my voice echoing through the forest as the man continues to rain blows down upon me.

Each hit is like a branding iron, searing my skin and leaving me breathless with agony.

I can feel my resolve beginning to waver as the pain threatens to overwhelm me. I cry out, "Lisa" my voice is hoarse, barely more than a whisper, as I call out the name of my loved one.

The man with the rod hesitates for a moment, his eyes flickering with confusion before he continues his assault.

Each blow feels like a hammer striking an anvil, the sound ringing in my ears and drowning out all other thoughts.

Through the haze of pain, I catch sight of my grandfather watching the scene with a calculating gaze. The man with the rod finally steps back, his chest heaving with exertion.

I hang there, limp and battered, my body aching from the brutal beating. Tears stream down my face, mixing with the blood that runs in rivulets down my arms and chest.

As my grandfather's hand rises again, ready to deliver another brutal blow, the air around us starts to change.

The sky darkens ominously, clouds gathering as if a storm is brewing out of nowhere.

A chilling wind picks up, rustling the leaves and making the trees sway violently.

I feel a sudden shift in the atmosphere, a palpable sense of something powerful and supernatural descending upon us.