Chapter 13
Sexual dreams are … really self-explanatory.
“You are mine,” Lucifer spoke into her mind and it sounded like a purr. Her head shook as she fought against the unnatural sleep into which he’d placed her. She was too weak. Her doubts and fears only continued to make her weaker.
Lucifer slipped into her mind and found her sitting in a field of dead things. Graves, bones, dead animals, and plants surrounded her. It was quite lovely. “What are you doing here?” he asked her.
She turned her head slowly to look at him. Tears streaked down her face, and her eyes were swollen and puffy. Her lips trembled as she stared at him. The hate for him that filled her was thick in the air. He could feel it radiating off of her like heat from a fire. Hate was good. Hate kept people from thinking
