Desire becomes Her

Chapter 5

5

Sitting on the edge of a bed in an ER somewhere in Boston, she clenched her jaw until it hurt. She was pissed. Her lip was split and she had a concussion. Bruises around her neck...her throat hurt. Lucian sat in a chair in the corner, furious but hiding it. They were only there for formality. Someone had heard the struggle, heard her scream and called the police. Lucian would have just let her heal on her own. "Addy..."

"f**k you Lucian."

"He misunderst--"

"f**k you, I don't care." She said, cutting him off.  She sat quietly for a minute. "Did--"

 “I don't know."

"This is your fault." More silence between them. She played with a strand of hair; a nervous habit, waiting for a nurse to come. "Are you going to kill him?"

"It's being taken care of." He looked to her, gave a reassuring smile and re-adjusted his seat, uncrossing his legs, and crossing them again in the opposite direction.

"Why can't you just take care of this, and we can go ho—“ She stopped herself from speaking, from calling that place she was kept “home”.  The door to her room was pushed open, and a female nurse came in.

"Okay, Addison?"  The nurse asked her put her legs up on the bed, looked to Lucian.

"Sir, if you could"

"I'm staying"

"Get out." She looked at him, and then up at the ceiling while the nurse explained that a doctor was going to come in and examine her, perform a r**e kit for the police and then she could go home. Lucian reluctantly left the room. A few hours later, she walked out of the hospital with her things, some prescriptions and most of her pride intact. Hospitals had never been her forte.

When they arrived back at the hotel, she slammed the door behind her and continued to walk toward the bedroom. "Addy...please." She turned around quickly,

"Why would you let that happen to me? You cannot do that, Lucian. I am not your w***e; you can't just lend me out to people. That was not okay!" She continued to walk toward the bedroom in the back of their suite and slammed that door behind her too. The lock clicked and he walked up to it, putting his forehead against the wood and sighing. If any human being could make a demon speechless, it was she. She could be completely terrified but make her angry and she didn't care who you were, you were going to hear how she felt.

"Addy...Addison...Let me in."

"f**k off."

"I'll break the door."

"Go ahead." She was laying on the bed, trying not to cry. But she was upset and it was hard to hide behind anger when she was so upset. “You promised that would never happen again.”

"He wasn't supposed to do that. He was only promised that you would let him see your wounds. He's respected. We had a business arrangement, he needed one more case to validate with the Vatican, and I said you would let him see..."

"I don't care. I want to go home." Her voice was thick with held back tears

"We can go in the morning. I have a few things to tie up before we head back..."

"No. I want to go tonight."

"Tomorrow..." He walked from the door and left her alone the rest of the night.

.......

He kept his promise and took her back to the pit the next day after meeting with a few people and cleaning up the mess that had been left behind. She had refused to talk to him, to even see him for days. Lucifer had come to see her a few times to speak with her. He was a terrifying man and the thought of being in a room alone with him was un-nerving. But he only apologized, and assured that Lucian knew what he had done wrong and that it would not happen again.

The area of the Pit where Lucian lived had been fashioned much like a manor; vast rooms decorated with unbelievable wealth. Comforts only the rich of the earth were afforded. Each of them had their own style; Lucian just preferred the more refined and modern. When Addy was not with him, she had her own rooms in the Pit, which is where she had locked herself for the last week.

Stepping out of the shower and pulling a towel over her face; she let out a long breath when she was startled by a voice. "Miss. He wants to see you."

"I don't want to see him."

"He said you have no choice."

"Fine..." She looked over at the woman who was speaking to her. A lost soul, unfortunate to be in hell. It seemed a mistake, but nobody ended up here by mistake. She dropped the towel to the floor and pulled on a dark blue silk robe. "Where is he?"

"In the hall Miss." Addison nodded, rubbed her hair with a towel, threw that one on the floor as well and walked from her personal prison.

Walking down a long corridor, lush carpet tickling her feet, the holes that went right through feeling every pinch of each tuft of carpet as it hit exposed nerves. The ceiling above her, not a ceiling at all, just darkness that expanded forever upward. When she reached the hall, she could hear agonizing screaming and she reached up to cover her ears before letting her hands fall. The torturing scream of souls was something she would never get used to. The endless moaning and agony was a part of this world she would never understand. Walking in she stopped a moment and looked around. Lucifer was there, sitting in Lucian's chair and patted the chair next to him for her to sit. Feet slapped the stone floor as she moved toward the Dark Prince and sat down beside him.

In front of her, Mr. Caringer was being slowly and agonizingly nailed to a cross upside down. His screams were both in fear and pain. Lucian was in a corner, hooks through his shoulders and sides, his legs chained to the floor. Another chain around his neck bending him backward in a very unnatural position. "What's going on?" Looking to Lucifer she was wary as to what facial expression she let through.

"Charles wants to know what it's like to be you. He wants to covet your gift and take advantage of it, then he will know what it's like to be nailed to a piece of wood and hung there for hours." His voice was cold, and he gave her a smile. Caringer was struggling against the black leathery hands that were holding his feet in place and slowly driving a stake through them. "Lucian...he knows what he did wrong. I warned him and he ignored me." He looked over to his friend, chained to the floor. "Don't you Asmodeus? I told you to keep her safe, to keep her from getting hurt again and you were reckless. You left a trail a mile long on the surface that is still in the newspapers in Boston. This looks very bad for our enterprise. Shall I take her away from you? Is that what you want? Of course you don't. I worked hard to get her; I was kind enough to give her to you."

"How...how long will he stay there?" Her voice came out shakier than she expected and she cleared her throat, looked to the Morning Star and then to Lucian. She felt his hands on her chin, pulling her eyes back to his face. Water dripping from her hair was hitting his skin and sizzling.

"He will stay there until I think he's suffered enough for what he did." Long, elegant fingers reached to touch the fading bruise on her neck where hands had pressed so hard they had nearly crushed her windpipe. "Such a shame to damage such a pretty neck." Addison leaned back in her chair, averted her eyes from Lucian's painful and forceful back-bend and watched as the cross Caringer was nailed too was hoisted up, upside-down and tilted forward. Blood dripped, and hit the stone floor with a sickening and steady tap.