One Mistake Sent Lila Straight to Hell
Lila Voss knew she had made the worst mistake of her life the second she pushed open that door.
Earlier on, The bass from the club music vibrated through her chest as she slipped through the crowded VIP section, heart pounding with a mix of fear and excitement.
Her father would kill her if he found out she had snuck out. But after years of being locked away like a precious doll, she just wanted one night to feel alive.
One night where she wasn’t the sheltered mafia princess everyone protected.
She pushed open the wrong door and inside the private backroom everything went deadly silent.
A man was tied to a chair, blood dripping from his mouth. And standing over him was a tall, terrifying stranger covered in tattoos, holding a knife like it was an extension of his hand.
Lila froze in the shadows, her hand still on the doorknob. A tall, terrifying figure stood over the bleeding man tied to a chair. Tattoos covered his arms.
His voice was low and cold as he pressed a knife into the traitor’s flesh.
“You thought you could spy for Victor Voss?” the man growled. “Big mistake.”
The knife flashed. Blood sprayed. The screaming stopped.
Lila’s phone slipped in her sweaty palm. She had been recording a silly voice note to her best friend only seconds earlier.
She tried to back away quietly, but her heel scraped the floor.
The killer turned fully toward her. His face was stone-cold, eyes darker than anything she had ever seen. Before Lila could scream or run, he moved like a shadow.
A large hand clamped over her mouth. A sweet, chemical smell pressed against her nose from a cloth. Her legs buckled and then the world spun and went black.
When she woke up, the first thing she felt was cold.
Freezing metal cuffs bit into her wrists, yanking her arms high above her head. Her ankles were chained too, forcing her legs apart on a thin mattress. She was completely naked.
The air in the dark basement room felt heavy and damp against her bare skin.
There were no windows or sound from the outside world. Just the slow footsteps coming closer.
Lila’s heart slammed against her ribs. She tried to curl up, to hide her body, but the chains kept her spread open and helpless. Panic rose in her throat like bile.
The Devil stopped at the foot of the bed. He was even bigger up close. Tall, broad-shouldered, with tattoos snaking over powerful arms and scars marking his chest.
In his right hand, he held a black gun. His face was expressionless, eyes cold as he looked at her exposed body; her full breasts, the curve of her waist, the soft, untouched place between her spread thighs.
Lila’s whole body started shaking violently. She couldn’t breathe properly as tears burned her eyes immediately.
“Please…” Her voice came out small, broken, barely above a whisper. “I didn’t see anything. I swear on my life. I’m just a normal girl. Let me go home. My father will give you whatever you want. Money, anything. Please don’t hurt me.”
The man said nothing, he only stared. His gaze moved slowly over every inch of her; lingering on her breasts, her stomach, then lower.
Lila felt completely exposed, like an animal on display. She tried to close her legs but the ankle chains held them wide open.
Shame and terror burned through her.
He raised the gun slowly. The cold barrel pressed against her inner thigh. Lila jerked hard against the restraints, a terrified whimper escaping her throat. The metal was ice against her warm skin.
“I-I won’t tell anyone,” she cried. Hot tears rolled down her face. “I have a mother. A brother. I’m only twenty. Please… I’m begging you. I’ll do anything.”
He moved the gun higher, letting the barrel slide slowly up her thigh. Still completely quiet, watching her face as she cried and trembled.
Lila’s heart pounded so hard she felt dizzy. Her breathing came in short, panicked gasps. “I’ll do anything,” she whispered desperately. “Just don’t kill me. Please. I’m so scared… I'm so scared.”
For the first time, the Devil spoke. His voice was low, rough, and terrifyingly calm.
“Too late for that.”
He lifted the gun and pressed the barrel directly between her breasts, right over her racing heart. The cold metal dug into her soft skin.
Lila froze. Her eyes widened in pure terror. She couldn’t even scream anymore. Her lips parted but no sound came out.
His finger rested on the trigger.
“Any last words, princess?”
