𝐒𝐔𝐂𝐂𝐔𝐁𝐔𝐒: 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐄𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐋 [𝟏𝟖+]

v. five | ✓

V. FIVE

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SCARLET
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I DID NOT KNOW what to expect after the words left his mouth, we had a history, Zeke lied to me. It all made sense in a way, I felt exhausted like I was being used to entertain others. "I'm sorry, I don't care." I look at him, the hope in his eyes fading.

"What?" I ignore him, looking at the rope around his wrists. This is bullshit. Frustrated, I jerk the blade from my holster strap, I cut the rope. I watch it fall to the ground like a dead snake and wonder if I made a mistake.

"Leave." I sigh, crossing my legs at my ankles. "I'm done." I study the fire and I can feel his eyes burning into me.

"I'm not fucking leaving you." He huffs, "Let me take you home." He suggests, his eyes never leaving my face.

"I don't have a fucking home." I shake my head, I couldn't remember my past life or him. I had parents and everything, the only thing I felt in this moment was complete stupefaction. I didn't seem to feel comfortable anywhere and I didn't relish the idea of men toying with my mind, I was a goddamn person. "I'm going to kill him." I grit, rage filling my chest.

"Let's do it together." He suggests, loving the idea. He's leaned in, his eyes fixed on my face. I could understand why he hated Lucifer, they were two completely different creatures.

"Did he do it to be with me?" I ask, the words finding their way under my skin.

"He's in love with you. So yeah, he's going to do anything he has to. He imprinted on you which isn't good, he won't stop until we force him to stop." The only solution for Zeke was death, part of me still wanting to save the little boy I held in the vision.

"If I find out you're fucking with me, I'll slit your throat." I promise, his face pales and he searches my face for any sign of playfulness and he finds none.

"Put on the fucking rope. I can't babysit you while I'm there so whatever happen remember this." I show him how to create a portal to and from hell, something only people in hell knows. He seems interested as I open the portal. "Take my hand, run and don't look back. Follow me." I take his large hand in mine, it's warm and soft. He intertwines our fingers and I roll my eyes, he seemed to not worry about entering hell.

I pull him into the darkness, he stays on my heels and the moment we begin to run, I hear those hooves. "What is that?" He asks, his voice echoeing in the darkness.

"Not something we want to meet." I see the sliver of light. "Run to the light." I let his hand go so he can run faster, within a single second the darkness turns into a cell. "What the fuck?" I turn, it's old and dirty. I turn and study the bars of silver.

Dawson takes a deep breath, our surroundings are similar to the portal. It's dark, empty, like a single cell placed amongst nothing. "You didn't think they was going to let me stay in a five star hotel?" I can hear the amusement in his voice, he steps towards the bars.

The moment he goes to touch the bars, I snatch his hand away.

"Silver." I tell him, "This whole thing is silver." I didn't like the conditions they was keeping him in. If I were being honest, I don't fucking like the situation at all.