Chapter 4
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I don’t know what to do. Do I kick him? Do I bite him? Do I scream?
Who am I kidding, he’s huge I can’t do it.
And if I scream, no one is going to care. What do I do!
He starts getting closer to me and all I do is close my eyes.
“No need to be scared you chicken.” I hear a familiar voice say.
Is that-
I open my eyes. It’s him. The so called ‘devil’.
“Wait, where’s the other guy? There was someone here!”
He starts laughing uncontrollably.
“What’s so funny about it?” I ask clearly agitated.
“It was me you idiot.” He simply declares as he moves away from me and sits on the couch in the middle of the room.
“What?”
“It was me. I can change forms. I can be whoever I want to be.”
“Why did you do that?” Tears start forming in my eyes but I’m sure as hell not going to give him the satisfaction of knowing he made me upset.
“Just for fun. As I payback for running away from me.”
“You burned my feet? That wasn’t enough of a payback for you?”
“Torture is my thing. I never get enough of it.”
“f**k you.” I yell as I turn around and try to unlock the door.
“It’s still locked.” He mocks me.
“Open it.”
“No. I was messing with you right now but this is your actual job. I was just giving you a preview of what’s waiting for you tomorrow.”
No.no. No way.
“What are you talking about?”
“You’re job is to keep my visitors happy. And do whatever they want.”
“I don’t-“
“You don’t what?” He interrupts me. ”You don’t want that?” He puts his hands to his eyes and start imitating a cry baby face. He’s making fun of me.
“Can’t you just kill me? Like actually kill me? I don’t want to exist just like put me to eternal sleep or something like that.”
“And where’s the fun in that?” He smirks as he gets up.
He starts walking around the room.
“I want you to be miserable here.” He adds.
“What did I ever do to you?”
“How many times am I supposed to remind you that I do bad things for fun? You don’t have to do anything to me for me to want to torture you. I just enjoy doing that.”
“Look-“
Wait.
“What’s your name?” I ask.
“Oh the usual names people call me by. Fallen star, Lucifer, Ruler of Darkness and so on and so on. You can call me any of those.”
“But what’s your actual name.” I ask again.
He looks at me. Straight into my eyes.
“You can call me your highness.” He smiles a devious smile and pour himself a drink.
I know he has a name. Different than everything he just called himself.
“I’m not going to call you your highness.”
“Oh you are.” He says.
“No.”
I’m so stupid he’s going to end up hurting me.
“You’re right. If you keep being a brat I’ll hurt you.”
“Get out of my head. And stop reading my mind.” I scream.
“I own you. And your mind.” He continues “Now come on. I need to introduce you to someone.” He drinks the last of the whiskey he recently poured himself and walks towards me.
He leans in and I move away thinking he wants to touch me.
But turns out he was just reaching for the door handle.
He unlocks the door and walks out.
“Come on.” He says.
I follow him silently until we reach a huge door.
I don’t think I’ve ever seen this door before.
He opens it, and it reveals a huge hallway.
“After you.” He smiles.
I walk in and wait for him to lead the way.
I notice there are so many doors.
“Pick one.”
“What?”
“Pick a door.”
So I point at a door near by.
He open it and tells me to walk inside. But as soon as I do so a dwelling scream nearly makes me deaf.
Screaming, so many people screaming. But I can’t see anything at all.
My head is going to explode.
I try to turn around to walk out. But he blocks the way.
“Keep walking.” He orders.
I keep walking until I see a man. Or I think it’s a man. It’s so dark I can’t see clearly.
“Dakota, meet Alastair. My most trustworthy demon. And may I say. Best torturer.”
This is so messed up.
I try to make out the features of this guy but all I see are his ice cold white eyes.
It sends chills down my spine.
“Dakota. I presume.” He says.
“How do you know who I am?” I ask.
“Everyone knows who you are here. The girl who gave up her soul to save her brother. How sweet.”
I look away. As he continues to speak.
“Everyone has been waiting for a chance to get their hands on you. See how long you’ll last while they torture you. But Mister Devil here wants you all to himself. I guess he has a special torture ready for you. After all he is the best in that.”
“Oh Alastair.” I hear them both laugh and it makes uncomfortable.
I really am in hell.
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