She's With Lucifer

03

"Rachel, we don't have to work until five," I groaned when I felt a constant nudge on my shoulder. The shaking done to my body was gentle and awakening, only the fact that there was no point to be awaken at such time is what irritated me.

  "I'm sorry ma'am, the master said to wake you and bring you breakfast," an unknown voice spoke.  Shooting up from the bed and looking around the room, I spotted a pair of brown eyes that took the small shape of an almond. She was an older woman who seemed to be in her 60's, her gray hair that was pulled up in a bun and her wrinkles were slightly visible as she gave me a wide smile  —  proof of my prediction.

  "I see why he has taken an interest towards you," She says with a bright smile gracing her features as she took in my appearance.  Confusion was booming through my mind and I just couldn't seem to figure out what exactly was going on. From the numerous movies I've seen, usually, the person who gets kidnapped isn't treated as kindly as I am being treated at the moment. 

My skin was suddenly blotchy with sweat and I found myself inhaling more air just to ensure I was breathing. "W-where am I?" I stutter, forcing myself to stay strong, no desire in showing my weakness.

Her smile casually fades and eventually deepens into a frown.  Tears were threatening to spill from my eyes as I looked up at the lady. I was taken away from my job, my education, and my closest friend, but yet I am clueless as to who did it, and why.  "I'm so sorry, sweetie," and with that, she set the tray on my lap and left the room, her face suddenly observing the floor as if it's the most interesting thing she's ever seen. 

After her figure departed from the room, questions and fear started to surface in my mind setting me in a deep thought.  My body was quivering in wonder and dismay that I couldn't even process my own living nightmare.  Acknowledging my surroundings, windows cover one whole side of the huge room, leaving a beautiful view of New York, but as I inspect, none of them have the ability to open. Meaning, that even if I were dumb enough to jump, I wouldn't be able to do it because I can never just jump away from my problems. 

No matter what, I have to stick with all of my emotions— even through death because not even that is strong enough to just vaporize everything I've been through.  I look down to see the food that has been made for me— two very fluffy pancakes with a side of cut-up kiwis, blueberries, watermelon, and strawberries. I stab my pancake with my fork and inspect it for a while, before doing the same thing to the fruit.

Honestly, I don't know exactly what I was looking for, I guess I was just trying to find a reason not to eat the food.  My stomach grumbled in hunger as I stare down at the pancake, wondering if I should eat it or be stubborn and leave it alone, hopefully, to gain some type of anger from whoever is responsible for my kidnapping. My thoughts were still chasing each other like wild dogs as I kept worrying about my situation and what I should do to get out of here.

I start by slowly slicing my pancake at a leisurely pace, and as I bring the delicious piece of pancake that was bathed in syrup into my mouth, the door opens. 

"Hello, Vanessa," A very deep, husky but oddly familiar voice says. I looked up to see, "Lucifer?"

Lucifer looked oddly different than before, he used to have a nice clean shaven face which now is replaced with the slight amount of hair growing around his jawline, and his strong built he had all those years ago — resembles more of a bulky man who is far more muscular than ever before. 

"W-why am I here?" I mutter as I place down the food on the nightstand. My body's trembling almost caused the food to slip from my hand. 

"Because, I want what is mine-," He states, and in the blink of an eye he is directly in front of me, my eyes accidentally traveled down to his shoes which were looking mighty polished and expensive. His hand roughly grabbed some of my hair and yanked my head up to meet his eye. The pain from the pull on each strand of hair had me whimpering and squirming around to be removed from his harsh grip.  "And you, my Vanessa, are mine," he said using the pad of his thumb to trace my bottom lip.

He drags his thumb over until it is in-between my two lips. "Why?" I ask my voice barely audible due to his finger being placed on my quivering lips. 

"Because this is what you just turn out to be," Lucifer says a smirk, showing off his soft, plump lips along with his white teeth. He slides his finger to my lower lip agonizingly slow and slowly drags it down, only for it to pop back up in its position with his smirk still playing out on his lips, and a dark look in his eyes. 

The amount of confusion I had before, suddenly escalated. Of course I remember what Lucifer said that one night. I thought about his words all the time but came to the conclusion of him joking or something — Well, until now.  He released my lip and my hair brutally before he picks up the tray of food.

"Eat, or I will," Was his order before he left the room. 

I look down examining the food before I pick up the silver fork and stabbed it into the pancake again, bringing it up to my mouth, devouring the bite I had been wanting to taste ever since I first eyed the food. 

-

After my breakfast, I look down to see I am dressed in different clothes before the kidnapping, the old ones not anywhere to be seen.

Instead of my work uniform, I was wearing a beautiful black gown. The black gown showed off a lot of cleavage and it reached about mid-thigh, displaying my long creamy legs. 

Further observing the room, he obviously loves the color black. In front of the bed I am nonchalantly sitting on, a beautiful black leather couch was displayed, And right above me was a black chandelier, and the beautiful mahogany floor was just spine-tingling. 

The woman who came in with the food earlier walked in with a smile on her face. "The master has sent me to gather your tray," she said while beginning to bend over to pick up the empty tray in my hands, but due to me trying to persuade her to let me evade this prisioned space, and maybe taking my chance to run away from him. I reach over with outstretched arms to grab onto it. 

"By orders, you can't leave madam."  I sent a reassuring smile her way and handed her the tray while I sat back on the silky soft bed with slumped shoulders, my eyes cast downward as I played with my hands in disappointment. 

"If you don't mind me asking, what is your name?" I asked when she was close to walking out the door. 

"My name is Rosemary," She stated with a sad smile and exited the room.

Rosemary is a beautiful name, it reminds me of my mother whose named Mary. I should get up to see if the door is locked and maybe escape that way, but what's the point when I already know it is. Even if the door isn't locked, it's not like I would get far. 

I don't even know what to feel. If I was home, Rachel would've come in at 11 A.M. talking about how she did the deed with some hot guy and how massive of a hangover she has. I would've cooked us food laughing about how dumb she is and later we would've headed out to class in fashion design. Then at night, we would go to work at the coffee shop. My life basically consisted of these simple events— it was predictable. 

Why does he want me so bad to the point he's kidnapped me? More importantly, what does he want from me? 

Most of my life Lucifer has never talked to me, but I know he talked about me. I never knew what he said, and who knows, maybe I am making assumptions. What I do know is that he has never stopped anyone from saying mean things to me, that was until graduation. All of it having to do with the fact that I used to be overweight.

If I looked like one of those Barbie girls in highschool, would I have had friends? A boyfriend? 

Speaking of which, the main reason why I lost so much weight is because when I went to my annual yearly check-up, the doctor declared I was obese. I didn't really like that title so I spent the past five years losing all the weight. My stupid bottom is still screaming 'Nicki Minaj', and my breasts are a double D, yet I have a flat stomach and somewhat small waist. It seems to draw way too much attention for my liking. 

Pulling me away from my thoughts the door opened again, but this time revealing my brother. "Sis!" Xavier exclaimed running up to hug me.

"Man, I haven't seen you since you left for college, I've missed you," he smiled a little.

I got up from the bed and finally wrapped my arms around him. What had satisfied me the most was when his arms were wrapped around me with no problems. A huge smile was plastered on my face, hopefully he will save me from whatever situation I am currently in. 

"Wait," he pulled away and gave me a once over, "What the hell happened to you? You look good," he clearly spoke, his face containing pure awe. 

"Uh, nothing other than that gym, of course," I felt uncomfortable with this topic not just with him, but everyone.

Usually, if I saw someone I knew from high school, they would ask me that very question which has my inner beast clawing to come out, because after they ask. . . the truth about how they felt regarding to the way I looked before comes out.  What makes me any different now?

"Well I like it," he kissed my cheek. "Xavier, why am I here-" the sound of someone barging into the room interfered with what I was going to say. 

"Because you're mine," I recognized the voice as Lucifer's. 

"X?" I asked wanting more information other than him saying 'mine'. "Your time is up," Lucifer spoke to Xavier in a rudely gruff voice. 

Pity, sadness and regret washed over his features, a look I've seen way too much to not recognize "you're his," he whispers walking out of the room. My own brother is leaving me with this monster? What does being 'his' even mean? That I am his property and he can just use me whenever he wants? 

Interrupting my thoughts, was an arm snaking its way around my waist. 

"Amore, you are very beautiful" he sensually whispered in my ear. His body was pressed against my side. He licked the nape of my neck and quickly replaced his tongue with his lips. My body instantly responded to his antics, the pull in my stomach and the fact that my mind is full of dirty thoughts had me wondering, just what exactly is wrong with me? ( Translation: Love ) 

"L-Lucifer, get off!" I tried to yell, but it came out as a moan when he started sucking and nibbling on my skin. "P-please, just s-stop!" I whispered, when I felt his lips on my jaw, another moan escaped my lips. 

He pushed me down onto the bed and continued his s****l assault. I attempted to push him off, but that only resulted in him scooping my hands within his and holding them above my head.  He continued to harshly kiss me, Lucifer kept going lower down my neck, and to my collarbone, as he was peppering kisses and hickeys along my skin. When he reached the top of my breasts, that's where he stopped.  Lucifer got off of me while licking his lips.

"I have always wanted to do that," he said staring back at my neck with such pride, as if it's a trophy. I can just picture what it looks like right now, I probably look like a cheap hooker.