Demon // EXO

Chapter 15

Isla

Isla

Isla

Isla

ISLA

Gasping, I shot up, my eyes flying open wide as I searched for the source of the voice. I instantly found the face that I was sub consciously looking for, and sighed.

"Isla. Are you okay?" Yixing asked me, a hand on my upper arm as I eased myself off of the damp floor. I looked around briefly, my mind seemed clouded, as if I couldn't really think straight, and there was a mental block put in place.

I seemed to be in an underpass, with flickering lights overhead, revealing the dirty surroundings. Something about this place seemed familiar, but again, I couldn't seem to remember what my body was urging me to.

"I'm- okay." I breathed, feeling oddly safe knowing I was with Yixing. I looked at him, his eyes wide with concern. "Where are we? What happened? The children of Eve-"

Yixing drooped my arm and tried to smile in reassurance. "Everything is fine. Jimin tried to take you, but I managed to grab you before he got too far. Junmyeon told me to hide you here until he sorted some things out with Namjoon about the pair coming to the house and causing trouble."

Something within me felt uneasy about the whole situation, but I nodded. "Where are we exactly?"

"Just a humanised area of Hell thats pretty abandoned. It's pretty hard to locate, and demons tend to avoid this area anyway is there is more of a connection to the Earth in this area," he then tapped the side of his head, "it tends to give us headaches. Do you feel odd at all? It would have some effect on you too."

I nodded again, biting the inside of my cheek as I looked over at the steps leading upwards and out of the underpass. A memory wanted to resurface, but it was shoved down as Yixing grabbed my arms and moved me towards the wall quickly, my back hitting the tiles with a quiet thud.

I blinked up at him in surprise, "what's wrong..." I began, but the words died in my throat as I looked up and into his features. He was the most handsome out of the nine brother's, I concluded, and something about being so close to him set every one of my nerves on high alert.

"It's just-" he began, and his eyes flickered across my features as he observed me. "I think you're beautiful, Isla."

My eyebrows raised, that certainly wasn't what I was expecting. But before I could reply, he leaned down and our lips collided smoothly. I gasped into the kiss, feeling his body press mine against the wall, heat pooled in my stomach as his mouth began sensually moving on mine.

I seemed to forget everything and everyone, and I couldn't push him away, even if a part of me wanted to, even if a part of me told me that this wasn't right. I'd always had some inner lusting for Yixing, with his kind eyes and gentle soul, he seemed so human sometimes, and it made me want him.

But I'd never really thought about it.

Somethings wrong. My mind was screaming at me, and my body seemed to go taut as Yixing's grip tightened on my wrists. He bit my lip hard enough for me to bleed, and I yanked back slightly, the metallic taste coating my tongue as I licked my lip.

"Yixing- wait-" I spoke, but somewhere deep down inside of me was yelling. Yelling to leave, to run, to find the other brothers.

This isn't Yixing. This isn't him. My soul and my heart knew, something was different.

I looked up at him then, and his face seemed to twist and change, to contort and melt into a new face. One that I didn't want to be so close, one that I didn't want to be around at all.

"Jimin." I gasped in shock, pushing the demon away from me, watching as he stumbled and his body fully transformed into his own. His eyes were amused, but his smile was smug.

"Quick of you to figure out, for a human." Jimin laughed, my body going suddenly cold as I realised that the brothers didn't know where I was. That Yixing didn't save me from Jimin. That I was now alone with this demon, who'd managed to outsmart four of his brother's.

"What do you want?" I questioned, wiping my mouth with disgust as my head was still swirling.

"Does it matter?" He laughed again, soft and beautiful. "Because I know what you want. Even if you didn't know yourself. You want Yixing. You want his body, you want-"

"Shut up!" I yelled, looking around for a place to run away. But that's when the underpass seemed to become familiar, and I took a ragged breath in as my eyebrows shot up so high I was sure they were touching my hairline.

"Recognise it?" Jimin cooed as he leaned against the wall opposite my own. "This was the place you first gave in to lust."

I cringed, remembering when I was a seventeen year old teenager, passionately kissing and touching a boy in my class who I'd been flirting with all month. We'd gone out to a gig as a date, and come down this underpass early in the morning to go home, when our own desires began to take control and I'd embarrassingly lost my virginity on the floor of a grubby underpass in my city. Public sex for my first time was not how I'd expected it to be, I almost laughed out loud at the memory of it.

"You're playing a dangerous game, you know." I tried sounding confident, tried putting on an act that I wasn't absolutely mortified.

He smiled in a way that had my toes curling in my boots. "I know. But we're not just going to stay here, my darling, we're going on an adventure."

"No-" I began indignantly, but Jimin had lurched forward and grabbed my hand tightly, already pulling me towards the stairs as I tried pulling my hand free to no avail.

We ascended the steps, much to my displeasure, to be met with the smell of burnt roses and dying flowers. I choked on whatever I was going to say as I noticed we had walked up and into a strip club, with gorgeous female dancers pole dancing, and Male and female onlookers seemed to be bound to their seats with ropes and leather.

"What the fuck." I whispered, barely hearing the blaring music that the dancers were moving to, and only focusing on the people that seemed trapped here.

The more I stared, the more I noticed the wounds and gauntness that the audience honed. They seemed to be torn apart nearly, with missing limbs, missing ears and mouths set wide in a quiet scream. Coated in blood, they looked like they'd escaped a torture chamber, only to find themselves being forced to sit and watch these oddly blank faced strippers flaunt their body for them.

I nearly gagged, but Jimin pulled me closer to his side as we strode through. "Welcome. To the Second Circle of Hell."

"No." I breathed, as Jimin pulled me through a door that seemed to lead into another room.

He continued this, and for what seemed like hours I went through different places. Prostitution centres, dance clubs, bedrooms with porn stars filming, sex clubs. All things that are related to the lust of humans. With each human inside these places seemingly in pain, with open wounds and injuries that had me on the edge of vomiting or blacking out.

Just when it seemed to never end, as Jimin laughed loudly, a deep voice called my name. Everything stopped and I turned, almost in a daze, spotting Taehyung with a menacing grin on his features.

"Are you ready to play, Isla? The fun is only just beginning."

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