Demon ∞ l.h.

∞ Chapter Two ∞

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I wake up with a gasp. The room I'm in is dark and silent, the only noise I can hear being the dripping of a faucet or something on the ground. I open my mouth to scream for help, but the only sound that comes out of my mouth is an animalistic croak.

I go to stand up from the damp ground I was seated on, but the clanking of metal halts my movements. I was by shackled by my wrists to the ground by heavy, rusted chains, restricting any movements I could make to escape. Wait. Where even am I?

Swallowing what little moisture I had in my mouth I try to call for help again. My screams clearly don't go unheard because whatever room I was trapped in was banged on from the outside.

"Shut your racket up! No one's coming to help you!" The voice barks. It's surprisingly feminine, but from the low growling of it you could hardly tell. I let a small sob escape me, and I fall back against the wall I was chained nearest to with a rattle.

I don't know how long I sat in the dark with my thoughts swirling darkly in my head, occasionally pulling on the chains, hoping they would break and snap off me. The pulling of it slowly broke the skin around my wrists.

I don't know how I went from selling my soul to suddenly being trapped in what I was imagining as a dungeon, being held captive for an unknown reason.

It could have been minutes, hours or even days later that a sudden commotion outside the room pulled me from my thoughts. A series of yells followed by a quiet voice captures my attention. I recognised the quieter voice as the feminine voice from earlier. Another bout of yelling follows the females words, and seconds later a bright light floods the room I'm in.

I cower back into the wall, using my hands to shield my eyes and face from the light. Small whimpers escape me as I hear the sound of heavy boots thudding on the floor towards me. A light touch to my hair immediately stops my shaking, leaving me frozen in the fetal position.

"Why is she being held like a prisoner? These were not my orders!" The voice barks, and I suddenly understand that it was the man from earlier. This was the supposed king of hell. I peak between the gaps I make in my fingers to see his face hovering close to mine, blue eyes filled with concern.

I fling my head back, trying to remove his hand from my head. "Get away from me!" I screech, thrashing against the chains. My sudden movements make him jump back in surprise before he speaks again.

"Stop your flailing, you're only going to cut your wrists up further." He speaks, grabbing my forearms, restricting my further movements. I glare up at him, and attempt to yank my arms from his grip.

"Go to hell." I spit, pulling my face into a sneer. His mouth twitches in amusement, like he had an inside joke I didn't understand.

"Honey, I don't mean to spoil it for you. But I am already there, and so are you."

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