Alone

Chapter 29

Bill's POV

"Star no!" I yelled and tried to get up to stop Tad, but I was too late. I blinked and they were gone. "No..." I stared at the spot they disappeared from. "No, NO, NO!" I screamed. "Fuck!" I stood up, ignoring the sharp pain stabbing through me. "Ahg! What the fuck did he do to me?" I then remembered when he gave me the power, to get me out of the mindscape. That little shit must have done something to me when I accepted the power. There was no other way he could have defeated me. And there was no other way he could have taken her.

I stood up and ran out of the kitchen. I didn't know where I was going, but I needed to get her back. I needed to help her. Tad is a sick bastard, and if she thought I was bad, she has no idea what's going to happen now that he has her.

Though I can't blame her for going. It probably wasn't hard to convince her. Not with what I've done to her. I just couldn't believe she was gone, I needed to get her back, now. Before I ran out of power and couldn't save her from him.

I was about to teleport away to find Tad when suddenly, I started glowing blue.

"Wait, what- oh shit." I was being summoned. Great, which asshole picked the best possible moment to summon me?

Mabel's POV

I have never been in deeper shit than I was now.

I was stupid to trust a demon, especially one that Bill specifically told me not to. Why the Hell did I even listen to him?

Tad said he'd cure me if I went with him, and in the moment of when he said it, all I could focus on was someone curing me. Which he said he would. But again, he was a demon, and apparently, I have not learned anything about not trusting demons.

Long story short, no, he didn't cure me. Douche bag. And then threw me in a cell. 

I don't know where he went, or when he'd be back, but all I knew is that this wasn't good. The only hope I could cling to was the fact that Bill would come to save me, but that was only because he needs me to live. At least he'll have motivation.

"But that won't get him very far." My head snapped up to see Tad walking towards my cell. Great, he's a mind reader, I thought sarcastically. "Yes, I am. So watch it." I stared at him and pressed my back against the wall as he walked over to the door of my cell.

"What do you want?" I asked, trying to sound confident. Though judging by his smirk, I don't think worked.

"I told you, I want what you want."

"You really think I want to be chained to a-"

"You wanted to get away from Bill," he cut me off. "Now you are."

"Yay," I mumbled. "I get to be a slave from one demon to the next." He looked at the ground and chuckled then looked back up at me.

"I know this isn't exactly what you wanted." He snapped his fingers, unlocking the door, and walked in. "But, I wasn't the one who trusted a strange demon," he smirked and knelt down next to me, raising an eyebrow. "That was all you." I inhaled deeply and looked away from his face, which was uncomfortably close to mine.

"So what do you really want?"

"the real question is, what do you want?" He smirked.

"Quit doing that and answer the damn question!" I snapped. Apparently, I shouldn't have done that because the next thing I feel is the all too familiar feeling of a sting across my cheek. "Agh!" I whimper and hold the side of my face.

"DON'T! Talk to me that way. Do you understand?" I slowly nodded and cowered away from him. 

"And as for what I want," he continued while standing up. "I don't have enough power to acquire a human slave of my own. However, rules state that if I were to overpower Bill, I can take his." I kept my eyes glued to the floor and my hand on my cheek while he continued to talk. "It wasn't hard to do. I just had to wait for the bastard to need help. Offering my own infected power was the easiest part. I can only cripple him once with it, but that was all I needed to trick your sorry ass into coming with me." He laughed. "I think Bill sometimes forgets that while he may be a dream demon, I'm still a hoax demon. He should have known I could pull this trick off. I'm actually surprised he wasn't able to stop me. I thought he was smarter than that. I guess he really doesn't care about you." I looked up at him and he was smirking. "That's too bad." And with that, he turned around and walked away, leaving me on the cold, hard cement of my locked cell. 

Does Bill care about me? I honestly didn't know anymore. I wanted to believe he did, but I knew that was a lie. He's beat me, raped me, abused me, manipulated me, and to top it all off, he couldn't even take me to see my twin after imprisoning me just because he needs me to live. He doesn't care, and he never will.

But then there was another factor.

The kiss.

I still thought about it every day, the way he listened to me that night, and helped me. How he looked at me. Even after he told me to forget about it, I couldn't help but notice the pain on his face he so desperately tried to hide. Which only confused me more. I know he's a demon, but if he did... love me... then why wouldn't he just tell me? Why does he keep doing this to me?

Well, I guess that wouldn't be a problem anymore. Now I needed to worry about Tad, and what he would do to me. I know Bill didn't trust him, but how terrible is he really?

The sting that still covered my cheek answered that question for me.