ℂorruption➼ Devil Louis & Dark Angel Niall

❉ Chapter 4 ❉

I woke to the sound of a horrifying bellow and the crack of multiple bones.

Someone had obviously been either beaten or killed.

My head throbbed and my body ached like never before. Surrounding me were walls of plain, dark grey and what I could tell was a hard metal door was everything that isolated me. The only light I could see came from the lonely moon outside the window and even then, the light wasn't enough.

I was in a prison cell.

Cuts and bruises layered my pale skin. Dried blood chipped off as my body rubbed itself against the ground, and my back was stiff, where all my bones felt vulnerable. I lay my frail hands on the cold ground beside me, and I hissed at the pain that shot across the palm of my right hand. Shakily, I lifted it to observe the cut, and I pulled a face.

"Fucking angel," I spoke as I gritted my teeth.

My eyes bored into the grey wall ahead of me, until my harsh laugh interrupted the sad silence that engulfed the room. "How is he even an angel?!" And just like that, I laughed. I laughed even more than the beginning. I laughed and laughed until I felt the need to hold my stomach, but couldn't do so. I laughed until tears burned my sore, swollen eyes, and that was when I burst.

I cried.

"Why? Why me? Why anyone?! This isn't right! I shouldn't be here!" I didn't know who I was screaming at, and I didn't know why I was screaming. All I knew was at the pit of my stomach, there was a part of me that'd been trapped for far too long. It wriggled and it gasped, it yelled and it begged. But nothing, no one had fulfilled it's desire, until now.

"Why am I crying?!" I yelled even louder as tears streamed down my reddened, pained face. I groaned in frustration as I struggled in the shackles, and I calmed down by only a fraction when I realised the pain release had helped. "Stop crying," I breathed and my head hung low as I attempted at controlling it all. "Don't cry. It's okay," I convinced myself. I reminded myself of the years as a little girl, able to cherish every moment that passed. I always smiled. I always laughed, and I never cried. Only when Caleb and I fell out or fought did I cry. But that only lasted hours until Caleb and I ran back to one another, our words a loud mumble of useless apologies. My lips parted at the thought of Caleb, but met again after breathing in the cold, dusty air surrounding me.

"I lost him," I whispered to myself. "It's not okay. How can it be okay?"

I was wearing nothing. I could vaguely remember myself clothed just a few hours ago.

Who the fuck undressed me??

Well I knew one thing. Whoever the fuck undressed me would get beaten if they were within my eyesight.

Shackles held my wrists firmly against the wall behind me, and I whimpered softly at the exotic pain that scurried across my skin.

My head rested against the wall and I sighed heavily, only to be interrupted by the large metal door that was opened.

Muffled footsteps shuffled against the ground slowly and the pace of my heart quickened.

Hurriedly, I adjusted the long chains so they covered my body. Only my legs and feet showed and that's how I wanted it to be. I wouldn't expose myself to anyone.

"Ah, Scarlett," the figure chuckled not even a few feet away as they closed the door gently. Even still, the sound echoed off every wall that created this dark, unneeded room.

My breathing couldn't be controlled, and I should have tried to move, but I wouldn't. I felt paralysed.

I squinted at the struggle to see the person, but it was no use. They were as dark as darkness itself, and only they could reveal themselves to me.