13/31 (Kinda On Hold)

Alternative Ending Part II: Burn

A/N: Once again, find a place to cry, probably a little harder than last time.

Four days later....

A knock on the door beckons me from my fitful slumber. I push the covers partway off of my body, just as the door opens, revealing Elvera and two other servants. Her familiar face eases my agony, but not my fear.

"Elvera? What is occurring?" I question as I slowly rise from the bed.

"Lucifer requests that you be prepared for the party," she utters, her voice barely above a hoarse whisper, her tone cracked and wispy.

As she moves about the room in the darkness, the light from the partially drawn curtains, casting across her pale her, skin and revealing the dark bruises peeking out from beneath the collar of her dress. I make my way to her, pulling back the fabric to see the large bruise in it's entirety.

"Who caused this?" I question, the frustration that anyone would dare lay a hand upon her filling me.

"It doesn't matter," she mutters.

"The Hell it doesn't, no one is to ever lay a hand upon you in such an ill manner." I grab ahold of her wrist, tugging her along, "follow me."

I walk away, heading towards the door, I push through the doors, and down the hallway, even as several burly guards relentlessly trail after me.

As I reach the largest set of dark doors at the end of the hallway, I push them open, disregarding the guards and Elvera's pleads.

I am met with the disturbing sight of a woman hanging upside down from the ceiling, her body criss crossing with ropes, a ball gag shoved in her mouth as she screams desperately. William stands beside her, a bemused expression on his face, as he cracks a whip against her back.

Her cries fall muffled against the gag, and the brutality of the situation sends shivers of fear down my spine.

He stops his actions, coiling the whip and setting it down on the large wooden table,filled with other terrifying instruments of torture. My eyes widen in shock, and I lose my grip on Elvera's wrist.

"Like what you see?" Will's voice questions.

The suspended woman's eyes meet mine, quaking with the fear of an unwilling participant. I recognize the look all too well, as I've held it within myself every occasion Lucifer has had his way with me these past few days.

"You're-"

He saunters over to me, grabbing ahold of my jaw, lifting my face to his, "I'm what Doll?"

The words die in my throat, as he backs me into the corner, his eyes dragging over my body as it lays hidden beneath a dress, "Elvera...."

"What about her?"

His hand drifts from my jaw to my neck, gliding down to my breast. I push his hand away as much as I dare, "she is hurt."

"And? What does that have to do with me?" He mocks, his fingers drifting through my hair, yanking it back and forcing my neck up. "Hmmm?"

"I think you seem to be forgetting that you submit to me, not the other way around." He pushes me back,releasing my hair, "you'd do well to remember that, you wouldn't want anything to happen to your precious Bloodmate now would you? Or Gods forbid, your children."

He saunters away, Elvera rushing over to my side and quickly ushering me away.

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