ℂorruption➼ Devil Louis & Dark Angel Niall

❉ Chapter 5 ❉

"I need to pee!" I wailed into the dark while I shuffled uncomfortably, trying to hold it in.

The chains hurt, and the shackles attached to my wrists and ankles pained me exotically, leaving bruises and cuts to eat away at my skin.

There was no one around, and that irritated me. I'd been sat there for more than a day with the need to let it go, and at moments I'd been so desperate I pondered what would happen if I peed then and there.

But I wouldn't do that.

Heck, I wouldn't sit in a pool of my own piss for God knows how long.

I groaned as I curled my toes and shook my knees at the attempt to distract myself. I was hungry. My stomach twisted and turned while it roared and danced.

I had no other option than to scream like I was burning in hell.

"I. Need. To. Pee!" I screeched with all I could, and I cried as I did so, leaving the shadowing echoes to find their way alone.

I rested head against the cold wall for what seemed like hours until a sudden 'bang' was heard nearby.

Outside the metal door, I heard a loud grunt, and and the twist of the handle. My heart leapt and emotionally, I was feeling terrifyingly excited. Especially for somebody trapped in darkness, alone, with nothing.

The figure stepped in, and I wasn't surprised when it was another of the devil's slaves, roaring hopeless threats at me.

Blankly, I stared at the creature while it cried what punishments the devil would do if he heard me. I didn't listen. I wouldn't. I just sat there and sighed, sinking deeper down to the ground while I stared out the door at what little light I had.

The slave was excrutiatingly ugly, with horns on the top of its head, and a large torso. It's skin tone was unnatural, a sort of ivory tone, too pale for me to recognize, and it's facial features were inhuman.

"What do you want?" the creature spat.

I chuckled, amused at its behaviour, and I ushered it to move closer to me.

Disturbingly, it sighed and it moved closer. I shook my head, silently asking it to move even closer.

When it was just inches away from me, I whispered, "Has your mother ever taught you to respect women?"

With it's red, almost bloodshot eyes, it stared at me, confused.

"I am a woman. Respect me. Go get me something to wear." Exaggeratedly, it sighed and breathed out several phrases of cuss, and it stormed out.

I chuckled darkly and breathed in. At the sharp intake of air, I coughed and spluttered desperately, and the rotting stench of flesh and dust burned my nostrils until the creature returned.

In it's enormous, untouchable hands, it held a rag.

I pulled a face of disgust and pulled my arms away from the wall, until I cried out in pain, and realised they were stuck there.

"Fuck!" I screamed but there the creature stood, soundless. "What is that?" I breathed.

"It's what my master told me to give you." I sat there agape, my gears turning, until I realised,

Oh yes, the devil. Of course he would make me wear that.

I laughed harshly at the thought of murdering the devil with my bare hands, but that lasted only seconds until I turned my foot to one side and it hit the shackle, sending a burning sensation of fire around my ankle.

A tear managed to escape, and I shook my head harshly at the attempt to brush it away.

"Well, could you at least get me off this metal piece of shit?" I gritted my teeth.