No one's POV
The demon grabbed her legs and buried her face in her knees. She started to cry, disappointed in herself. She was so stupid, why did she think that she could fix her problem, her father was right... she was a failure. 🅱️oland looked at her and grinned, amused. It was going to be fun having her as a pet. He got up and wiped his bloody mouth clean. The sound of her cries was satisfying, until it got annoying.
She wouldn't stop.
🅱️oland pinched his nose bridge in annoyance, growled and knelt down. He forcefully grabbed her by the under arm and pulled her to her feet. "Stop crying! It makes you look pathetic." He growled as he dragged her away from the wall and towards the stairs. Satan Jr tried to pull her arm away from him, but his grip on her was strong, so strong that she felt his fingers dig into her skin. Tears still streamed down her face, as she staggered to keep her balance, the adrenalin from the 'fight' had made her legs feel like jelly.
"Either you stop crying, or I'll make you." He growled in anger, showing off his set of sharp teeth. The demon looked away in fear and whimpered, she tried hard to prevent any sounds or tears fall, thus making 🅱️oland chuckle in amusement. He hardened his grip on her arm and earned a nice high-pitch yelp from her. "P-please... d-don't hurt me..." Satan Jr yelped weakly as she tugged her arm away from him. 🅱️oland looked at her with wide eyes and started laughing loudly.
He let go of her arm, grabbed her by the metal collar and pulled her close to him, pressing his nose against her and gazed into her white pupils, with a dark twisted look in his eyes. "Do you really think... I WON'T hurt you?" He asked sarcastically, tilting his head a little. Satan Jr looked away, slightly shaking as she gripped his arms in fear. She didn't say anything, she was too scared to do answer.
🅱️oland lowly growled at her quietness and pulled at the collar forcefully. "ANSWER ME!" This made the demon whimper in fear and softly, with a shaky voice responded. "I-I d-ont kno-w.. m-may... mayb-be..." Her eyes were squinted shut and puffy, tears were still streaming down her furry cheeks, her hands were shaking, her body was trembling and her legs felt like jelly. 🅱️oland grinned and pushed her away, failing to keep her balance, Satan Jr fell down and looked up at her capturer with moist eyes full of fear.
He started to slowly walk towards her with a wide grin on his lips, making her immediately start to scramble away from him. He had a dark, insane look in his eyes, his face, clothes and body were stained with blood as he approached her with menacing slowness. With each and every step he took, Satan Jr dragged her self away from him, her jeans were drenching themselves with her train of spilled blood as she followed the same path, she had taken a while ago. Even though her whole backside, legs and jacket were covered in her own blood, she had her eyes glued onto 🅱️oland, the numbness of her arm was slightly gone, but the fear remained.
The fear she felt skyrocketed when she felt the cold wooden wall press on her back. Her eyes widened, her body started to tremble, tears started to silently flow down her face and her tail slowly coiled itself around her leg. 🅱️oland saw her tremble, the fear that had eradiated from her before got stronger as it filled the air, this made his grin widened, and his appetite grow.
She grabbed her knees and buried her face in them. Once he got close enough to her, he knelt down and placed a hand on her head, feeling the long tuff of soft black fur that she had in between her unusually colored horns, she started to vigorously tremble at his touch. "My, my, darling... control that delicious fear of yours..." He purred leaning into her ear and roughly tugging her helix with his sharp teeth. "It's making me hungry." A delicious, but unwanted shiver ran up Satan Jr's spine as more tears ran down her cheeks and soaked themselves into her jacket sleeve. She was too scared to look at him, she didn't want to feel his touch, she desperately wanted to leave, to go home, to wake up crying in her mother's arms as she cradles her and tells her this was just a bad dream.
Chuckling at her response, 🅱️oland stood up and made a chain attach itself from the ceiling, to her collar, thus locking her in place. "Stay. Or there WILL be consequences." He began to walk away from her curled-up body, leaving her alone, startled, hopeless, crying and in complete darkness, just like Y/N.
The moon light helped him find his way back home, sure he had to dispose of his bloody clothes, maybe take a quick shower and curl up beside his beloved Germany. But that demons question still lingered in his mind.
Why do you do this?
Why did he do it? For the thrill of course. There's nothing more satisfying then seeing someone summit to you, witness them crumble before your feet out of shear fear, fill them with false promises, watch them tremble out of pure terror and hear them scream.
You clearly enjoy doing this, yet you're in a relationship with him.
He does, he enjoys harassing humans in every single way, sexually and fiscally. He doesn't have a grudge towards mankind he also does it to a few countries, very, very few in fact, mostly because it's a pain in the ass to kill. But humans on the other hand were easy to dispose of. These are easier to scar, to scare and most importantly, their weak, delicate and fairly tasty.
And yes, he is in a relationship with Germany, this has lasted long and he loved it.
How fucking sick of you doing this with no regret or guilt.
It's true, since he was a child, regret was something that was never present. Nor was guilt. He killed animals of all sizes, he feasted on them raw, and he liked it.
He still gave those questions a looksee and eventually shrugged it off. I mean, if he wants to do this he could, not like he had to ask for permission anyway. This was HIS town and this was HIS playground. A wave of satisfaction coursed through his veins; dear Lucifer was he glad this marvelous feeling was back.
