The Man Of My Dreams Is The Devil??

"W-where the hell am I...??!" Sabrina said frozen in shock looking at the ruins before her. The ground was cracked and smeared with dry blood. Swords and arrows laid scattered with fallen lifeless soldiers. Black towers clawed into the blood red sky, they were so tall they could reach the seventh heaven. Burning upside down trees appeared as ash drifted down like snow....soft and suffocating. Her chest heaved as she panicked 'Where am I??! Where the f**k is this place??!' This wasn't her room! This wasn't even earth!!! A strangled breath escaped her as she spun around, her eyes scanning frantically. There had to be a way out. A door. A window. Something. Anything. She broke into a run. Her feet pounded against the cracked ground as she moved blindly, turning left, then right, then back again—her breathing growing harsher, faster. But no matter where she went… It was the same. Endless ruins. Endless death. Endless silence. Like a cage. Like she had been trapped inside something that didn't want her to leave. "No… no no no—" Her foot caught on something and she stumbled forward, crashing hard onto the ground. Pain shot through her palms as she hit the rough surface, dust and ash puffing up around her. Tears clouded her eyes L THEN She felt it - A heavy presence was watching her . Her skin prickled, every hair on her body was standing. Her head snapped around, with chills running down her spine. "W-whos there..?" She whispered, afraid that someone or something might answer SUDDENLY -- "What's a pretty girl like you doing here?. All alone..." The voice was low, husky and sounded close ...too close. Sabrina's heart almost jumped out of her chest, but she still forced herself to speak. "Who are you. Show yourself!!" A low cackle hummed in the field, Sabrina jolted upwards and quickly grabbed a sword from the ground and assumed her battle stance . There's no telling who he is or what he is capable of doing. The same spine chilling cackle from before sounded again. But this time. Louder. "Do you intend to fight me with that rusty sword?" He said in a mocking tone . Sabrina spun around and darted her sword in every direction "Show yourself. You coward!!" she snapped, swinging the blade blindly toward the empty air. Suddenly she a felt a magnetic and powerful presence watching her. She squinted her eyes and moved forward towards the shadows and saw a tall figure standing in the smoke with a pair of red glowing eyes. Silently watching her like a predator eyeing it's prey. She froze, beads of sweat formed on her face....her forearms shaking from fear while holding the sword still. 'w-what is that t-thing??!' Footsteps began to echo as the figure moved closer. Her instincts screamed at her to move. To run. To do something.... anything but her body betrayed her. She started taking a few steps back till she hit something hard. Immediately she spun around, her blood ran cold. Before her stood a tall raven haired man dressed in all black, his skin was so pale he looked like the undead....with those piercing red eyes from before, up close he was a striking beauty, too beautiful to be real. Her lips parted 'H-how did he move so fast..?!' The man stared at her with this irritated expression, his eyes traced towards the sword she was pointing at his chest. He put his index finger on the tip of the sword and slowly it dissipated into thin air . Just like that. It crumbled into nothing, fading into the air as if it had never existed. Her grip tightened around emptiness. Her last defense—gone. Then he moved forward . Everything in her being was screaming run but as if she had just stared into Medusa's eyes, she just stood there. Frozen. With her breath trapped in her chest. The man tilted his head and stared at her with unreadable intensity. His hand rose, brushing against her hair . He tucked a strand behind her ear and trailed down her cheek. Slowly caressing it. Sending shivers and chills down her spine. Her chest tightened when his lips curved into a smirk. "You're trembling" He murmured, his voice sounding like a master seducer. Sabrina wanted to scream, to shove him away but no sound left her throat. Her heart hammered so loudly she thought he could hear it. Then suddenly he leaned in, closing the distance between them till it was left with only a centimeter. His hot breath fanned against her lips, warm and steady. Her knees weakened , she shut her eyes as if bracing for impact and then--- His lips brushed hers