Dance With the Devil

Chapter 5// Hell

Chapter 5 / / Hell

Previously

"Bathroom, in there", he gestured. I got up slowly from the bed, unsure of what he meant. " If you have not noticed you are covered in blood".

I did not dare glance at the door , for fear of Harry realizing what I was up to. "Okay", I whispered, intentionally for once. I had a plan, the Devil may own my soul, but I'm not dead yet. So until then I'm in fuck.ing in charge of my life.

I slipped off the bed and walked in the direction of the bathroom. Not bothering to speak or even think, I ran to the door with every last piece of strength I had.

Star

" Starlett!" Harry roared behind me. Damn it. I was sprinting faster than my body could carry me. Leaving Harry behind as I raced into another room entirely. A door, come on there has to be a door. I dodged and jumped over furniture, and then I saw my saviour. Mahogany like the rest of the furniture. I have never been more happy to see a door in my life. I reached out and swung open my passage to freedom.

Bricks.

Behind the door was a wall of bricks.

No. Fuc.king no. In desperation I clawed at the wall, breaking most of my fingernails in the process as I continued to slice repeatedly. "Please dear God No!" I screamed as the blood coated my fingers.

I heard Harry grunt behind me, my body stiffened. Heavy breathing in the back of my neck. I didn't dare move.

" Starlett. Turn around. Now", he ordered.

My ears heard the command, but my body refused to act. I couldn't move, the adrenaline wearing off fast as I felt pain run along both hands.

" Starlett , I don't like asking twice", he snarled, violently spinning me to face him.

I gasped in pain as I looked down at my shaking, mangled fingernails. It was a disgusting sight, part of me thinking there was no way I could have done that to myself.

Harry roughly took my hands, and on instinct I tried to jerk them away.

"Stop it" he hissed, while inspecting the damage, before sighing ( bloody hell he does that a lot). " Could have been worse, they could have fallen off".

He clamped his hands around mine and squeezed tightly before removing them again, my fingers, they were fixed.

" How did you-

" I'm the damn Devil, don't you think I can fix a couple of fingernails?" He snapped. "Now if you don't mind", he beckoned me forward, making me walk in front of him and back into what was obviously the bedroom.

I was marched into the bathroom, this time accompanied by Harry. I felt the fool, what hope had I of escaping now? I had acted on pure impulse and look were it got me. Harry would most likely never let me out of his sight now. I should have waited, calculated and planned carefully. But no, I had to go and act recklessly out of fear.

Harry's strong hand positioned my head as he used a cloth to wash away the blood. I squirmed against his harsh movements and grip, not wanting to comply so submissivly.

" Hold still", he muttered, reaching my neck, the wound seemed to heat up at his touch, if that was possible. Which it most likely was.

"I don't get it", I whined as he dabbed (more like jabbed) my flesh roughly. "Why don't you just use magic again?"

" Because there wouldn't be a mark, you idiot", he snapped.

Reflecting on his words, memories flooded Starlett my dear, I prefer to mark my property.