chapter four
217 Words
DEVLIN
The chamber does not feel like a prison anymore.
It feels like a system that has learned my shape.
Time no longer passes—it circles. Breath after breath, silence after silence, I exist inside something that refuses to acknowledge my refusal.
And then—
food appears.
Not gifted. Not offered.
Generated.
I stare at it like it is a lie meant to test whether I still believe in reality.
“…You’re feeding me now?” I finally spit out.
The devil stands across from me like he has always belonged to the void.
Cold. Precise. Unmoving.
“You are weakening,” he says. “Your degradation destabilizes the contract.”
A bitter laugh breaks out of me before I can stop it.
“So I’m maintenance now?”
His eyes do not blink.
“It is correction.”
That word—correction—hits deeper than pain ever did.
Because it means I am not suffering.
I am being adjusted.
I straighten anyway.
“I’m not your system error.”
And for the first time—
I see it.
A flicker.
Not emotion.
Not softness.
Attention.
Like I have stopped being noise in his world… and started being data he cannot ignore.
He steps closer.
The void does not crush me this time.
It listens.
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