My Demon Mate

Chapter Three

Chapter Three

The discomfort of a cold, hard floor is what brings me out of my sedated state. I shake my head and look up. I’m in a dungeon sort of a room, my arms in a chain that’s attached to the brick wall. I look up to see William sitting in a chair across for me.

He’s studying me closely. I look at myself, and to my dismay see that I’m only wearing a bra and underwear. f**k.

“How are you feeling?” William asks. I don’t respond.

He walks over to me and takes my chin in his hand.

“When I ask you a question, you will answer it” he states. I still don’t respond, just stare into his eyes. Suddenly his eye flash black instead of their normal green, and I gasp. He chuckles.

“Yes, little healer. I believe congratulations are in order, because you are the mate of a demon.”

A demon? A f*****g demon? What the hell am I to do right now! I mean I knew that other supernatural creatures must exist, because it would appear that I’m a witch of sorts. But demons?

And I’m the mate of one?

He seems to read my shock, and responds. “Yes, little witch. Demons have a predestined mate that they are meant to be with, and you are mine. Congratulations. Worry not, I am unable to hurt you significantly. Sexually I can do whatever the f**k I want, you’re mine. But your pretty little body will remain intact outside of the bedroom, as long as you stick with me.”

I shudder. He frowns at me.

“Well, since you’re not asking any questions, I’ll just answer some generic ones. I come from a long line of demons. My father, your principle, is a demon as well. Now, not all demons are born in hell. And not all demons are completely evil. Sure, all of us have a healthy amount of evil in us- but very few of us are completely out of control. The reason I was in your school wasn’t because I was observing to see if it was worth funding, I had already paid for the trip. I was there because my father had a suspicion that somebody there might be my mate, and told me. Evidently he was right, and I got blessed with the most beautiful girl I have ever set eyes on. Demons feel emotions as much as anyone else- we just have a natural reaction of anger to everything. If I’m angry, I want to destroy something. If I’m happy, I want to burn something down to commemorate my happiness. Oh, also, we are the most possessive supernatural beings, other than werewolves. And, of course, we are the s*x gods amongst the supernatural. My blood line is particularly talented in bed, lucky for you.

I still remain silent, and he sighs. Then, to my complete surprise, he crushes his lips against mine. I scramble away from him, watching as he licks his lips. “You taste like mint and smell like a pine tree covered in snow. It’s f*****g addicting.”

I look away, unnerved at what he’s saying. It’s seeming more and more likely that he has the intention of raping me.

“For your information, your sister is safe. I never intended for Aroman to break her arm, just to scare her a little bit. I apologize for that. She’s safe and sound, currently playing with one of the household maids. If you wish to join her, you’ll learn to behave. Starting to talk to me would be a good beginning.”

No. As long as my sister is safe, I would rather rot down here to talk to the demon that I’m apparently soulmates with.

I back against the wall, pull my knees to my chest, and rest my head on them. I hear him sigh.

“Let’s see how long it’ll take you to break, shall we? We’ll start with not giving you food. See how that goes. And before you think it, that’s not causing you direct physical pain, so I can do it as your mate. Whenever you’re ready to talk you’ll be fed, but until then, enjoy your solitude and empty stomach. And again, worry not about your sister. You have my word that she is now safe from any harm. And trust me when I say that demons never break their word. We are virtually incapable of doing so.” With that he saunters out of my dungeon cell, locking the steel door behind him.

I finally look around. My chains are long, long enough for me to walk around the room, but not long enough for me to escape. The room is 8x8 ft. There’s a bed on one corner, a toilet and sink with a mirror in another corner, and surprisingly a bookshelf with a few books in another corner. There is a camera just above the doorway, no doubt streaming directly to William.

With nothing else to do I walk over the bookshelf. It’s absolutely full, and has several classics on it, much to my delight. At least I get books. I can live with that. I select Tom Sawyer, and settle down onto the very uncomfortable bed.

By the time I finish the book three hours later, I’m in need of using the toilet. In an attempt to have some modesty I hold the blanket up in front of me while doing my business so that William doesn’t get a clear shot of my p***y. After I wash my hands I drink some of the sink water, hoping that it’s safe to drink. Regardless I don’t care too much, considering the fact that being poisoned is the least of my concerns.

As I curl up with another book, I feel myself doze off.

It’s been sixteen days, and I am very hungry, but I’m still not willing to talk. I’d rather die. I spend my days in bed reading. William’s visited me four times, each time telling me that whenever I’m ready to start talking that I need only look into the camera and speak. He assures me that my sister is safe and happy, showing me pictures and videos of her on his phone. Before he leaves he kisses me, always complementing my taste and smell.  He hasn’t visited me in six days, however, which I am rather grateful for.    

I’m curled up on my side reading Treasure Island when he walks into the room, carrying a platter of food.

“I don’t know how you f*****g do it, Artemis, but I can’t starve you for much longer. You need to eat something. Here.”

He sets the platter on the floor. On it is a steak, mashed potatoes, salad, and a slice of cake. When I don’t make a move towards it he growls.

“Eat the food, Artemis. You are not going to die. I love you too much.”

Woah, love? Who said anything about love? Can demons even love?

“No, thank you.” I say. I immediately realize that I just broke my vow of silence and clap my hand over my mouth. The bright smile he wears momentarily turns into a frown.

“After over two weeks the one thing you say is a refusal of food?” I don’t respond, and he sighs.

“Eat the food, Artemis, or I will force you to. Don’t test me.”

I turn away from him, burying my head in my book.

“Fine, have it your way.”

I feel a needle jab into the side of my arm and gasp. My world tilts as I fall over, and then goes black.