Exiled

Chapter 5: Scared Out of My Mind

The only thing I remembered about Nirva was that multiple times Angel had said she was a witch of a woman, as evil and demanding as they get. Now that I was allowed to know he was a demon, he also privileged me with the knowledge that he worked for the Underworld and Nirva was the Queen of the Underworld, sister to the Devil (not by blood, of course, but acknowledged as such). I did NOT in not possible way WANT to meet HER!

“I refuse,” I said standing up.

“You will go,” he commanded in such a way that I could feel his voice vibrate through my body.

“No, I won’t,” my voice shook as did my head.

“If you don’t, I will kill Alice.” He was serious and I knew he was ruthless. I had no choice, but to go, especially when Alice looked so scared. I wasn’t yet as heartless as Angel. I gave myself a couple of years living with him though.

“I just want you to know that this is completely unfair and I hate you.” He laughed sadistically and left the room without a word. I wanted to break the chair in the corner and stab him through his chest with its leg. And before you think or say anything, yes, I know he isn’t a vampire, but that doesn’t change the fact that I wanted to do that.

“You’re so cute, Saphira,” Angel yelled in a condescending tone. “I’m going to give you ten minutes to yourself, then I’m coming to dress you.”

"Well you might as well come do it now. Ten minutes is nothing to me," I growled.

"Strip," he demanded as he walked through the door.

"No, not with people in here." He glared at me then pointedly looked at Alice.

"Out," commanded and she left hastily.

"I meant you mostly, buttface."

"Either you do it yourself or I will do it for you."

"I said I'm not doing it with you in here." Before I knew it, Angel was right in front of me with his hand around my throat squeezing hard enough to make it difficult to breathe.

"And I said for you to strip. I don't know when you're going to realize this, but you do not own anything anymore, especially not here. You don't even own yourself anymore. You need to submit and understand that when I say something it will be done right away. Got it?" His voice was low and forceful, commanding and powerful. I nodded as best I could. I didn't even realize he had me inches above the ground until he let go of me causing me to fall to my knees hard. I coughed a bit and looked up to meet his glare with my own, even though I'm sure it wasn't as blood-curdling as his was. His glare made me want to kill myself before he could first, not that I would do such a thing. I began slowly unbuttoning my shirt while watching him watch me. And yes, it was as creepy as it sounds. He watched and studied every one of my movements until I sat there completely naked with the eyes of a predator.

"Are you gonna help me up or not," I asked holding my hand out to him. His gaze sized me up, and then he turned from me.

"Not." He walked over to my closet and started digging and throwing. He even got into a rhythm. Dig. Throw. Repeat. Change pile. Repeat. After what seemed like ten hours of me sitting awkwardly naked, watching him, he finally came over to me with clothes in his hand.

"This is what I want you to wear. Put it on, so I can see how it looks." I separated what was now in my hand. There were some black high-waisted shorts, a short black leather jacket, and a thin black silk sleeveless shirt to be tucked into the shorts. It was actually cute.

"Can you turn round now?"

"No." I was extremely nervous to the point of fidgeting now that he was looking at me compared to being almost laissez faire when he was turned around. I walked to my drawer and began digging. "You aren't wearing a bra or undies." I turned quickly towards him in panic.