The Angel and her Demon

Thirty

The guy started to drag me away from the door, still keeping his hand tightly over my face. I tried to scream, but it came out muffled due to the fact his hand was tightly clamped over my mouth.

I squirmed, trying my best to get away from him. He only chuckled darkly and wrapped his other arm tightly around my waist. His touch made pain shoot through my body and I flinched.

The guy tightened his grip even more, dragging me away from the house. I could do nothing, I couldn't make a sound and I couldn't get away from him. I felt the guys grip become even tighter and I felt his lips brush against my earlobe - burning my skin.

If I could, I would've screamed from the pain it was causing me. The guy chuckled coldly and then I could hear his voice speak in my ear:

"It's unfortunate for you that you got involved with Justin, that choice just might be the worst one of your whole life." His voice sent shivers down my spine. His tone was so cold and threatening.

All I could do was hope that Justin would see me. But he didn't - no one came to the door. I felt myself being dragged into a van and I felt a pinch on my neck. After that everything became a blur - I fell into unconsciousness.

Once I woke up for the next time, I didn't see anything. Someone had blindfolded me and I felt something around my wrists. I couldn't move for some reason and I felt weak and cold. Yet my skin felt like it was burning - a horrid pain could be felt all over my body.

It was the worst on my lips and on my left hip. I quietly whimpered in pain, wondering where the hell I was. All I could remember was that guy who dragged me in a van.

Then, I remember this pinch on my neck and I suppose that after that I became unconscious. As I was sitting there, a voice was suddenly heard. It was a familiar, cold voice.

"I see you're awake." I could hear footsteps coming closer to me but because of the blindfold that was covering my eyes I couldn't see anything.

My breath hitched as I felt a hand on my cheek. His touch was nothing like Justin's, it wasn't gentle and soft. It was rough and it his touch seemed to always burn my skin. I didn't know why. Hell, I didn't even know who this guy was.

"Oh don't worry sweetheart, you'll find out soon enough." I felt a lump form in my throat when I realized, that this guy just read my thoughts. Who was he? How could he read my thoughts?

Suddenly the blindfold was ripped off of my eyes and I could finally see. I squinted my eyes due to the sudden light hurting them. I was in a room, that seemed quite tidy to my suprise. I was sat on the floor in the middle of the room.

In the room wasn't that much furniture; just a bed and a small nightstand. Other than that, the room was completely empty. There was light shining into the room through the window, but it was quite an odd light.

The light was reddish and dim, but it still lit up the room as if it was day.I looked up and saw the guy, who was at the door earlier, the guy who looked just like Justin.

Well, except for his eyes of course. They were the most frightening thing I had ever seen - they were such a deep and dark shade of bloody red and they had an evil look in them, they were cold and emotionless.

"W-Who are you?" I whispered, maybe more to myself than to him. I studied him carefully, noticing every single detail about him. He remained silent for a while after my words and then chuckled coldly. His lips curled into a smirk and he shook his head seeming amused.

"Justin didn't tell you?" He asked laughing a little. The laugh however was low and cold, frightening to say the least. I scrunched my eyebrows together confused, wondering what he meant by those words.