Demon // EXO

Chapter 6

Baekhyun returned that night, he told me Jennie took their memories and went off to torture some poor soul. I didn't respond, I couldn't. I was glad but, I was still somewhat terrified.

I felt helpless, weak and stupidly vulnerable. But that's what they do in Hell, isn't it? They torture souls in the way they know would break them, even if Satan says I can't be harmed. If I could kill myself, I would. I'd end it right now. But I can't. I literally can't.

I spent the whole night crying, vomiting and lay in the bathtub. I was so frail, so malnourished. It was a wonder I hadn't wasted away, but I knew I couldn't. I couldn't die.

Two days I stayed in the empty bathtub. Skin and bones, eyes red and swollen. The brothers had tried knocking, tried asking me to come out. I refused. Jongin had been selected to teleport in, try and keep me company. I'd thrown a pair of scissors at him and he didn't return.

Now, I was close to falling asleep until my door was knocked again. This time a voice I never expected to be trying to lure me out.

"Lina!" Minseok roared. I didn't even flinch. "You're pissing me off, come and eat. There's only so much we'll respect your privacy and not come in there and drag you out!"

I hummed, knowing he could here me. I heard his frustrated growl. Then it went quiet and I relaxed again.

"Lina." Yixing spoke this time, softly. I blinked. "Can I come in? Don't throw scissors at me."

I rolled my eyes, Jongin is such a gossiper. I didn't reply, but I hummed quietly. Out of them all, I could actually stand Yixing. He was kind, to some Demonic weird extent. He tried, and that's what mattered.

He teleported inside, stood in the room. He glanced at me and blinked, seeing my state.

"You're not doing yourself any good." He said,
coming into the bathroom to help me out of the tub. I was so tired, exhausted. I could barely carry my own weight.

"Come on." He pulled me towards my bed, the sheets welcoming. "Sleep."

I passed out before I made it to the bed.

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I awoke, feeling just as ill as usual. I moved, I was dressed in pyjamas I don't remember changing into and feeling... clean. I scowled, whichever of those fools stripped me naked and bathed me will be given a good beating. I pulled myself up, my whole body aching terribly.

Two bodies teleported into my room and I stared at them. Chanyeol and Jongdae. Wonderful.

"Sleeping beauty awakes." Jongdae teased. I didn't react, I wouldn't give him the satisfaction of seeing me react.

They strolled towards me, holding me between themselves. "Come on, time for food." Chanyeol ordered.

We went downstairs, the smell of food luring me successfully. My stomach growled and I ate the food so fast I became breathless. My stomach was full and I became bloated, the feeling of a full stomach made me relax slightly.

"We're your carers for today, doll." Chanyeol cooed, sitting opposite me, sipping a cup of red substance I didn't want to know the contents of.

I eyed my food, fork poised in my hand as I moved the pancakes around. I remembered Jongin's back, the slab of scars. Had Satan done that to the others?

"Jongin showed me his back." I whispered, neither of them reacted, except Chanyeol who froze for a moment before carrying on drinking.

"And you want to know if Satan did anything like that to us?" Chanyeol guessed, grinning.