The Wild Card (Devil x Reader)

Chapter 10: Protect, perceive and, persevere

~Your Pov~

It felt like only a few seconds after you closed your eyes when you opened them. You looked up and saw that it was still dark, but then you noticed little white crystals floating down from the sky. 'Oh no.' you thought. 'It's the first snowfall.' Usually, people would see snow as a fun thing, and you used to as well. But, ever since you've been homeless, the snow has been bad news. It meant you would have to struggle for survival, and you would end up getting less sleep. It also meant you were prone to getting sick easily, since you didn't even own a pair of shoes or socks to keep your feet warm. The last year, you nearly got frostbite from the winter snow. But thankfully, Porkrind let you hang around inside his shop for most of the day during the winter season.

"You look cold, sis." a voice said. You whipped your head in the direction the voice came from, and saw your brother and his buddies from the casino, still scarred up from the beating the Devil had given them. You went wide eyed, got up and backed away. "Stay away from me, Jacob." you said. "Or what?" Jacob said, pulling out his knife. "The Devil's pet will call for her master?" You were shocked that he called you "The Devil's pet". He never even treated you like a pet. "Don't make me tell you again!" You snapped. "Stay back!" Your brother just chuckled, and then pointed to you, and his buddies all tackled you to the ground. "Flip her over, onto her back." the knife one said, and they all flipped you over. You struggled, kicking your feet, trying to hit what ever came close. "Don't worry, sister." your brother said. "It'll only hurt a bit." You snarled, and attempted to get up. "Get away from me, you bastard!" You growled. He slammed his hand down on your chest, and drove his fingers into your ribs, making your scream in pain. He pulled up your shirt, and you heard him pull his knife up. "Let's see the Devil come for his pet, now." he said, sadistically.

It felt like hours since they started their torture on you. They cut up your skin with their blades, letting blood trickle down your sides. They cut your sides, your stomach, your arms, and your legs. It felt like the pain was never going to end, even when they stopped. "Mother will be so disappointed to know what you've been up to, sister." You felt them grab your limbs and begin to drag you away. You could barely move from the pain of your wounds. You blurred vision could only pick up the sight of your blood trailing on the ground around you as you were dragged. You shook as you tried to struggled free. 'I can't speak.' you thought. 'The pain is too unbearable.' You lifted your head and saw that you were already on the third isle. That meant you would be getting close to your parents' house soon, and you did NOT want to go back there. 
You then remembered the last time those men had pierced your skin, the Devil had King Dice heal your wounds. But those two would be fast asleep now, and you were being held in a tight grip by your captures.
You looked up and saw your parents' house was a few meters away. Your eyes widened at the sight. The white pillars that held up the balcony, the fence that surrounded the house, and the large, double doors that held as an entrance to the house. You knew that once you were through those doors, there would be no escape. 

You squeezed your eyes shut, and began to dig your feet into the ground, struggling to pull yourself free from your capture's grip. "Where do you think you're going, girly?" The one holding you said. "Your home is this way." You brought your head back as hard as you could into the man's face, making him let go. You staggered, but managed to lift yourself. You weakly began to run your mutilated body through the isle, hearing the thumping footsteps of your captures running from behind you. "You can't avoid this, (y/n)." your brother said in a sinister voice. "Soon we will be one, big, happy family again." You kept running, even though you were barely even getting anywhere.
Inevitably, you were tackled down to the ground by your captures again. More tears poured down your face as you felt your wounds become bigger. You needed help. You weren't going to escape by yourself. 
You squeezed a hand underneath your abdomen, and began to draw a little pentagram in the dirt. After you finished, you placed your hand over it, feeling your blood enter the little craters in the dirt you had made."Devil... if you can hear me... please... help." You felt your body being pulled off the ground, and being dragged backwards towards where your parent's house was.