The Devil Wants Me To Be His.

I ran to the girls restroom with tears in my eyes and feeling my throat closing in.

I walked into a stall and slammed it behind me while, sitting on the seat hugging my knees to my chest.

I was all wet from Stacey's little water bottle 'joke'. Hot tears stained my jeans and saliva was running down my chin.

I probably look like an idiot right now.

"Oh, what a poor mortal you are, aren't you?" Said a voice echoing through my mind.

My head shot up with fear, "W-who's there?!" I croaked out.

" Oh, I think you know who i am."

That's when I found myself in a dark place with only a candle in my hand, like if it was all a dream.

"My sweet Hazel, such a fine virgin." The voice echoed tauntingly.

Tears slipped out of my eyes, I shut them tightly. "This is all a dream! This is all a dream!" I shouted over and over to calm myself down.

"I'm afraid it's not my dear. Open your eyes if this is your so called 'dream'."

I was hesitant about it, but soon obeyed only to see the most horrifying creature of all.

And his name was Lucifer, the so called Fallen Angle.

And he wants me to be his.

The devil wants me.