Danced With The Devil And Drank With The Demons

I cant really remember what happen that day. I remember having the worse day of my life. My fiance turned out to be a lying cheater with my best friend. Clique much? I remember going down to the local bar, Don Dons Bar. The sweet old man that owned it greeted my and gave me drink after drink. Something was off about that man that day, it was as if all his normal sweet and kind vibes turned into something darker then the night. Perhaps it was all the drinks I had before i notice his vibes. I remember a young man no older then twenty-five come up to me. A sweetheart, blond hair and blue eyes. The face of an angel not the devil. Jokes on me. He asked me to dance, I agreed of course. Later we became very friendly, I think. Its still fizzy. I had more drinks with his friends. All freakishly tall and dark hair and eyes. The blued man asked me something. Then after that, everything went blank and I woke up in this room.
A room made up of four big red walls, a mirror, a bed, and a note. Curiosity got the best of me as I picked up the thin note off of the bed.
My Beloved Stormi,
As of last Midnight you have agreed to become my beloved. I will send one of my demons to fetch you. Your current clothing will due for now. Please have my regards for the room you are being held in, you will be moved in to my room, later tonight.
-C. D.
My mind began to spin, picture after picture of what happen the night before flooded into my mind. That man was the cruelest man alive, the devil and I agreed to be his wife. Everything rushed, the quiet room seemed loud, my body began to sweat. Then my legs bucked under me. What have I done?