Caged

Chapter 9

     He embraces me, squeezing the air out of my lungs, forcing me to wheeze for air. Confusion swarmed my thoughts like a thousand killer bees swarming their target. 

     "Wait, what?" I placed my hands on his chest creating as much distance between us as I possibly can. Max gripped Abigor's muscular arm, a warning to let me go.

     "You can relax Max, she's been mine since the day she was born and we all know that. Now, back up boy, before you regret touching me." Max stepped away in defeat, Abigor was extremely strong and crossing him would mean certain death. 

     "You can't just claim me, asshole, I'm not a pawn that you can move back and forth however you want." He threw his head back in a fit of laughter.

     "Whatever you say sweet cheeks." He slithered his arm across my shoulder and heat sizzled beneath my skin.

     "Sorry to burst your bubble, but you should know that heat doesn't bother me. But damn, I like 'em feisty." He winked at me and I don't think I've ever been this conflicted in my entire life. He's extremely attractive, yet he's an asshole and I want to hate him, but I can't. 

     "I've just met you, don't be gross." 

     "Oh, but honey, I've been watching you for a decade, so technically this isn't the first time I've seen you." How much has he seen exactly? How much does he know? 

     "Everything." 

     "Get out of my head!" I stumble away from the extremely, annoyingly, hot, male standing in front of me. 

     "That's enough Abigor, I think she's had enough of you today." Max chimed in, reminding me that I have no time for messing around. 

     "I don't think she's had nearly enough of me." 

     "Next time you invade the privacy of my own mind, you're a dead man walking." I smear Mr. Moore's blood on Abigor's naked torso, warning him to keep his distance. With my mind set on a relaxing shower, I turn around and walk up the stairs. I'm sure Abi has a few important things to discuss with Abigor. 

     Men are stupid, thinking they can just waltz into your life and sweep you off your feet. This isn't some fairy tale, life never has a happily ever after. The water cascading down my back calms my nerves, and I tell myself to take things step by step, day by day. 

     "A penny for your thoughts?" Is there no privacy here? 

     "Why don't you just read them yourself, since you love doing that so much." Continuing my shower routine, I try not to think of anything explicit, I didn't want him to get the wrong idea about me. 

     "I'll only do it if it's necessary okay? It's been ten years of standing on the sidelines and I just want to get to know you while I can." 

     "What do you mean while you can?" I stop running my fingers through my hair and give him my full attention. 

     "Shouldn't you be screaming at me, telling me to get out or something." 

     "Well, I'm guessing you've seen it all before so I won't even bother." 

     "Slow your roll girl, you may not think so, but I am a gentleman. I'd never go so far as to creep on you during your private moments." 

     "Isn't this one of my private moments?" 

     "Do you want to know how long I've got left here or not?" His cockiness set me off so I began to mimic his stupid, low, kinda sexy voice. 

     "I only have nine weeks tops and that's if I don't get hurt. Our contract only allows me to stay that long before my body begins to wear itself out since I wasn't built to be on earth and all. " I lather the rose scented body wash over my raw body, still feeling the pain of the wounds I had received throughout my life. 

     "I'll just leave you to do your business, but we have some serious talking to do once you're done." When I hear the door close behind him I exit the shower, once again stuck looking at my body in the mirror, I guess it's average, not much to be excited about. I don't have big breasts and I definitely don't have the lovely skin. Mine is covered with grotesque scars and still healing bruises. As I throw on an outfit Abi got me, I know this thing is too forward for me, I don't really like the tight jeans and the low v-neck. So on my way downstairs I steal Max's hoodie and put it on for good measure. 

     "Let's go." Abigor pushed me along until we were sitting on a few steps outside. I was awkwardly fidgeting with the hems of the hoodie and Abigor was looking me over from head to toe. 

     "Why are you wearing that?" 

     "Wearing what?"

     "His hoodie." He words were laced with venom and hatred. 

     "I don't understand why you're holding a grudge against Max, he's done nothing wrong. And, he was the one who saved me, remember that. At least I'm wearing clothes Mr. My body looks so good so I might as well show it off and distract others while I'm at it." I've never seen such a well built human, no, demon? whatever he is, laugh with such ease, aren't they supposed to be all scary looking tough guys.

     "Not all of us."

     "huh?" He looked me straight in the eyes and it felt as if he was flicking through all the dark corners of my soul, I didn't like it, so I looked away.

     "Technically I shouldn't be here, the big guy really doesn't like when we make contracts like these. I came here because your parents made a deal that I couldn't pass up, after they died their souls would belong to me and you have no idea how much leverage that would give me. possessing the two most powerful souls to ever roam this earth. That's all I thought until I saw you, seeing you locked up in that sick bastards basement for so long really gave me a soft spot when it came to you, Athena."

     "I thought Satan himself made that deal with my parents? What do you mean my parents sold their souls to you!" I speak through clenched teeth.

     "How else do you think I have this kind of bond with you? I can't watch over you without anything in return, those are just the laws of the land below. Don't get me wrong, your parents were very strong, but they never took on Lucifer." 

     "I don't understand, why are you being so...not rude?"

     "Honey, just because I may work for the devil certainly doesn't mean I have the same mindset as him. Okay, that definitely sounded better in my head, let's go get something to eat, I'm starving." The giggles that slip past my lips filled the tense air around us, seeing an adult male struggle with a conversation is pretty adorable if you ask me. 

     "Don't call me adorable, that hurts my manly pride." He got up and began making his way back to the cottage. 

     "You can't just invade my mind like that, get back here. I take it back, you're not adorable!" you're fucking hot.