Lost To The Devil

Chapter 5: inside of me

As I yelled at him yet again for blasting the stereo and then the TV, I lost it even more when I heard all the drawers in the kitchen fly open and crash to the floor, forks and knives were everywhere and I was so tired of cleaning the mess up. As I got on my hands and knees I muttered under my breath how much I hated the demon and that I wished he would go, he obviously heard me as next thing I knew I felt the backhand of a slap strong enough to send me flying to the other side of the room. I barely had time to get up again before I felt myself being kicked back down. I had never felt anything with such strength before as I was kicked and punched repeatedly in the stomach and along my legs, it felt like a thousand people attacking me as there was no pause between one punch or kick to the next. The attack finally stopped after what felt like hours but had only been about five minutes. Feeling sore and winded I forced myself up to my feet and froze in terror as the carving knife flung inches by my head and embedded itself into the cupboard door next to me. I took it as a clear warning and ran out of the room crying and up to my bed where I stayed for the rest of the day.

Ten o clock came when I woke up From crying myself to sleep, and in agony I dragged myself to my mirror where I looked at myself long and hard.

The slap around my face was no longer visible with the red mark but lifting my top up I gasped, my body had a rainbow of black, purple, green and yellow bruises there was no skin left untouched and the same was for my legs too. It felt as though all the muscles in my body had been stretched and snapped and with every movement came pain, it even hurt to breath.

Two nights later I dreamt of the demon again and he was certainly deceptively beautiful as I had read.

“My sweet Grace, I have missed you so much.” He whispered in that husky voice and wrapped me in his embrace.

“But you hurt me.” I whispered into his chest.

“ I am so sorry my sweet, but I only did it out of love, you hurt my feelings when you said you wished me gone and hated me. You needed reminding Grace that I love you and so I will never leave you, without pain we would not know love would we?” He spoke to me as though I were a five year old child having a tantrum. The problem with these dreams was that it was so easy to believe him, to agree with him and worse forgive him, after all he was so incredibly beautiful and I found myself kissing him until I felt him so tight against me it felt hard to breath, but before I could pull away I felt him stick to me and then he was inside me and I woke up gasping for air.

It was a bright sunny morning and I woke up happy, it was going to be hot out today and I could hear the birds singing as I got dressed in a black tank top and cream shorts. After breakfast my mood soon changed as mum dropped a bombshell. “Grace honey, my project for a house in America has won the hearts of a rich couple who are moving into the house so I'm going to have to travel there, but I will only be gone for three days.” I could see how pleased she was, but I didn't want her to go, I didn't want to be alone but I was alone most of the time anyway so I just pretended to be happy for her and then headed out.

I was strolling through the town when I saw a lady doing palm readings for a fiver at her own set up table inside the mall. I gathered up courage and went over to her as the last people left.

“Hello, take a seat.” She smiled.

I sat down nervously and handed her the money.

I don't know what she saw as she stared silently at my palm for about ten minutes, longer then it had taken her to sit with the last people and when she finally looked back up at me she was no longer smiling, in fact she looked at me with terror.

“What's wrong?” I stuttered.

“My dear, I'm not supposed to say anything negative during a reading but I fear I will do more harm then good if I don't tell you now.” I nodded staring at her with wide eyes as she carried on,

“You have such a dark entity surrounding you, so dark it has to be demonic and I fear it may be close if not already to possessing you. I can't even see your aura.” I tried to control my breathing as I took it all in. I mean I know the place was haunted and that he spoke only to me, but I had no idea he was trying to take my body I thought that was just for movies and the thought terrified me, “Do you mean that Belial is definitely a demon?” I whispered, I knew it myself but that didn't mean I wanted to believe it. As soon as I said his name though her whole face turned pale, her eyes grew wider and before i I knew it she was folding up her stuff muttering that she was done for the day, apologised and fled leaving me standing there terrified and in no way ready to go back home.

I started heading for our local church, my head still swimming with everything she had said and when I entered I collapsed on to the pew bench in exhaustion.

I had intended to pray but five minutes being in there I was up and running back out and threw up in a bush.

As soon as I was ten minutes away from the church the nausea disappeared and that scared me because I knew what it must mean, he was already halfway to being inside me.

As soon as I got in the front door and closed it, I found myself flung against the front door as I got slapped around the face. For just a second I thought it was mum angry at me for the cups and glasses that now kept disappearing and reappearing in odd places like the bath tub. But it was too powerful to be human, it was the demon again and he was even angrier then before. I was punched and kicked everywhere except my face, and then I felt a searing pain as I was bit on the arm. I screamed at the top of my lungs in pain but it didn't matter as the stereo was on full blast again, this demon was clever for he made sure no one would hear me.