Dark Intentions

5: Release

Chapter 5

When it looks like it is mid-morning by just taking a glance from the sun, Devon visits me again. The sun isn't at its highest point in the sky yet so it doesn't shine as brightly as it did the first time he came to see me. Instead, it lets in enough light to give everything in the room a dull color. Devon's face is shone with the little amount of light provided, softening his facial features. His eyes are the color of storm clouds rolling in for a monsoon, hiding something behind them.

"You don't look so good." Devon says. He lightly runs his fingers along the trail of bandages on my arm.

When Devon had left last night I stayed awake for the rest of the time until sunrise. My aching arm kept me attentive, bringing me a stabbing pain up my limb every time I tried to move it. When I did move it i had to bite down on my lip to prevent little moans of pain come out, tears running out my eyes.

I can imagine how bad I look right now.

"You think?" I sneer, snatching my arm away from Devon's touch. I didn't want him to ever lay a hand on me again.

"Oh okay, I guess you don't want to hear what I was about to offer then." Devon shrugs, making his way back to the attic hatch.

"Gee, what kind of offer? Is it the kind of offer that you make to cut someone's arm off so that they wouldn't experience anymore pain? Hm, that sounds tempting but no thanks." I spit out. This catches Devon's attention, bringing him back to my side. For a second I think that he's actually going to cut off my arm with the way he looks at it, his facial aspect contorted in yearning.

"Yeah, yearning for my shed blood." I think, feeling my lips thin out.

"No," Devon starts, his own lips thinning out in anger. "You seem like you do want to get yourself killed with all of your audacious comments though." He leans against my bed, his hands grasping the sides of it. He tilts his face towards mine, only mere inches away. "Is that what you want Stephanie?"

"Well if it's going to make my short lived life any easier, then be my guest." I answer, fighting back the quacking in my voice. I must have succeeded because Devon pulls back, straightening. He smiles.

"If that's what you want, then you're going to stay here for the rest of your life." He takes a step back from my bed and walks out of the room, sliding the bolt back into place on his way out.

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"Are you ready to hear my preposition this time? Because if you don't want to, this is the last time I'm going to offer." Devon asks, crossing his arms.

This time when he visits me it's later in the day, guessing from the position of the sun I think it's maybe around four. During the time in between I thought about what I had said before he had left the last time he saw me. I had decided that I was going crazy too, that I was slowly inheriting that trait from my captor. Had I really wanted to die? It was stupid for me to say; Devon couldv'e killed me there if he have wanted to.

"Fine. What is it?" I blow a loose strand of hair out of my face.

"Would you like it if I let you stay downstairs instead of up here?"

This takes me by surprise. Just last night he was cutting into my arm, and now he was offering me a room in his house. However, this made me inquisitive. I did want to get out off this room with its appalling surgical tools and sickening shelves laden with jars. The thought of laying in a clean bed without the smell of blood in its sheets was gratifying as well. So overall the offer was favorable in my situation, instantly making me want to answer with a yes.

"What's the catch?" I ask.

"Why, does there have to be one for you to accept?" Devon raises an eyebrow.

"No, I just wondering if there was something behind your..." I pause, thinking of the right word. "motives."

Something flashes behind Devon's clouded eyes, something that makes his face contort in annoyance. But after a second or two of displaying this emotion, his face changes back to nonchalance, as if I hadn't said anything.

"Well do you want to go downstairs or not?" Devon demands, his patience wearing thin.

"Yes I do." I answer. "But on one condition. You're not allowed to harm me again."

"I don't think that's going to swing well for me Steph. Besides, it wouldn't be much fun if I couldn't." Devon chuckles at my half-hearted attempt of trying to get him to stop him from hurting me again. While he takes pleasure in my mistake, he unbuckles the leather straps holding me down to the bloodied bed, letting my limbs free. For the first time in about a week I'm able to stretch, my muscles and bones popping and relaxing from the restless days of tension. When I try to sit up my head feels dizzy, my vision going blank for a few seconds. I take a couple of minutes to get used to sitting upright before finally letting myself stand up, relying on the bed to hold me up. I realize that I don't have my heels on from the party - where they went I don't know - but I'm glad I don't have them anymore. I wouldn't be able to keep my balance if I did.

When I look up Devon is watching me, his head slightly turned to the side, his eyebrows scrunched up in concentration.

"I knew you were different. By now others would've tried running or shying away from me. But you, you show no fear what so ever." Devon smirks. I roll my eyes.

"Can you take me downstairs now?" I say sharply, letting go of the bed. I sway, wooziness washing over me again. I can feel myself tipping forward; it's only a matter of seconds before I face-plant into the floor.

But before I can, I feel arms catch me under my own arms, holding me upright. I look into Devon's eyes. He doesn't say anything but just hooks me under my back and knees, carrying me out of the attic and down the steps that lead down into the house. He brings me into one of the rooms that have a queen sized bed, laying me down. He lifts the blanket from under me and lays it over my body, allowing me to wrap myself in it and fall asleep for the first time in awhile.

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