Stolen Breath

Stolen Breath

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The scales seemed to glow in the darkness of the room. Their pale blue color seemed as smooth as glass and I couldn't resist reaching toward them. You shouldn't touch them, a voice in the back of my head warned, it's not safe. But I push the voice aside and step closer. It's asleep anyway, stroking it won't wake it. So I close the gap between myself and the pedestal. I gently lay two fingers on the scales and slowly brush downward. I was right, they are as smooth as a glassy sea. I eye it's head, still stroking it in the same manner as before. It's a diamond shape, and has scales rimming it that look almost like rubies. They couldn't be, could they? Attached to a living creature? I gaze in the opposite direction, down it's long body, about 5 feet long. Almost as long as I am tall. I don't know why this doesn't scare me. I've felt a weird sense of calm sense I entered this room. And I like it.
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"You're the only thing that I have ever truly loved," he states, leaning in closer. I try to scoot away, but he corners me on the bed, placing his body over mine. "Get off me!" I exclaim, angrily. "I'm not who you think I am. That can't be possible." His face comes closer to mine as he pins my wrists to the bed. "It is possible. I loved you for three, short, human years, and then you left me. Now that I have you back, though, I will never let that happen again." ***** Salem's earliest memories were of her parents preforming odd rituals. She never really understood anything they said in them, but she would always sit in the middle of the big, circled, star and giggle. At age 10, both of her parents died. She was thrown into foster care. Without them around to explain to her exactly what the rituals meant, Salem was never told that she was a sacrifice to a demon king in exchange for all the money they could ever ask for. On her 20th birthday, at the stroke of midnight, the demon king finally comes for her. She is completely unaware of the situation, and she begins to try her best at resisting his advances, but he is very possessive, very persuasive, and very determined to claim what is rightfully his.

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