Chained to the prince of darkness by Lunasads (ebook reader that looks like a book .TXT) 📗

I was shaking uncontrollably as I tried to calm my beating heart. I dared not to look back. 

I heard him chuckle behind me. 

Nothing was good about him. His voice alone was enough to slice my heart in thousands. This much intimidation and the dominating aura he carried around himself was making me choke on it. 

"I'm hungry. Move unless you want me to eat you." My eyes widened and I unintentionally turned back with the speed of light. I took a step back immediately when I found him too close to me. 

Yesterday when I saw him, there was pitch black in the room but now, in broad daylight, I could see him. 

God look-alike. The man standing in front of me had the beauty of god and eyes glimmering with the devil in them. Tall was not even the word to describe his status, he was huge with muscles ripping through his white-colored shirt, which was rolled up to his elbows. 

His eyes held the same side siter look he had yesterday. His mountain's peak cheekbones appeared chiseled into shape by a master craftsman. He was nothing like men I had ever met.

He stood there towering over me with his hands gracefully resting in his pockets. His dark hairs were messy but still tamed as a few strands fell on his forehead. Darkness around him was engulfing me slowly and painfully. The little twitch in his lips, as he half-smiled was giving me thousand electric shocks.

And at the same time, only one thing was in my mind.
He was not a human.

I took one step back remembering his words. And I made a small observation, the room was starting to get cold.

Again.

No, no, no, no, no! Not again!

My breathing was heavy now as fear slowly creped inside me. My hands were trembling as sweat beads rolled down my head. And when I looked his way, he seemed rather amused by all this.

I eyed the door at his right. I couldn't stay here with him. His presence terrified me like nothing else. I knew behind his beautiful mask, he was a monster. He planted fear in me. 

His eyes were fixated on me watching me like a hawk looking at his prey. 

All of a sudden all the lights in the room start flickering. 
I knew he was doing this.

I looked fearfully between him and the door as I moved back from him. My sympathetic nervous system worked as my fight or flight ignited as I looked at the door leading outside the room once again. 

"Don't," he said firmly like he knew what I was going to do. He looked calm and composed, his lips were curled up in a sinister grin. 

His grin was halfway a smile, halfway a threat, dating me to go against him.

But I was not going to listen. I choose flight as I ran towards the door with all my strength and when I thought I was close enough, a scream left my lips when I felt two strong arms wrapped around my waist. I screamed as loudly as I could until my voice came out hoarsely.

"Stop! No! Let go of me! Help somebody! Help! Let me go!" I screamed hysterically.

And that's when I concluded.

Oh my god! What have I gotten myself into!
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