Devil

Ch.2

I hurl my head forward jerking it every which way. I threw my body forward getting ready to bolt. My hands were jerked back by cold, hard steel cuffs. They sliced into my wrist drawing blood. In attempt to keep from screaming I bit my lip also drawing blood from it. The taste of blood in my bone dry mouth wasn't as bad as realizing where I was... locked in a dark, damp cell. "LET ME OUT!" My voice was hoarse from the lack of liquid and my throat burned from being choked."Your feisty aren't you?" This was a voice of a teenage boy around my age,17, and he seemed quite amused. "Why are you doing this? I have done nothing to you!" My eyes started to fill up with tears threatening to spill over. "Your right you have do nothing to me. But you are MINE now, and mine only. No other male shall touch you." "I'm not yours! I  have a boyfriend and I don't even know you!" The tears spilled over my cheeks, leaving me feeling defeated. "My love do not cry. You will be safe here. And you will be a queen." Footsteps started to get louder and closer. "I don't know you!" "I am the devil himself." The steel cuffs bursted allowing him to scoop me up and toss me over his shoulder. "T-the D-Devil?" "Yes" when we arrived at a room he gently set me down on a king-size bed with red, silk sheets. Now that we are in light I can see his features, and I have to admit I've never seen someone like him. He has midnight black hair shaved on one side, flipped to the other. He has eyes the color of steel. He has a six pack showing through his white skin-tight t-shirt. I have to admit, he was beautiful for a devil.