Living Hell: 'Daughters of the Night' (On-Hold) - Chloe Knox & TayTay2000 & Bookaholic25 (ink ebook reader TXT) š
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Agatha innately pulled away, immediately angering Harold, āNo?ā He then, abruptly and for no apparent, reason raised his hand, back handing Aggie over her right cheek. She yelped and fell to the ground, cupping her flushed cheek. Whitney gasped, Minnie shrugged. Farah leapt off the bench, to sit by Agatha, who wept quietly, almost inaudibly.
I jumped to my feet, āI'm feeling fine, Harold. Would you escort me toā¦to Luciferās bed chambers?ā I quickly asked, my heart still racing.
Haroldās glaring gaze quickly turned from the crying Agatha to me, āFollow me, Miss. Thompson.ā He growled before storming toward the doors.
Quickly, scared but not wanting Agatha or any of the others to get hurt simply because they cared about me, I scurried toward the door after Harold.
A small hand gripped my ankle, stopping me from moving. I looked over my shoulder at Agatha. Her blue eyes were dark and wild, full of so much emotion, the pure sight brought tears to my own eyes. I took in a shaky breath and growled, āAggie! Let me go!ā
She nodded, but didnāt let go of my leg, āJustā¦just remember what I taught you.ā
I nodded, showing her that I understood and that I would indeed put what she had taught me to use. Her hand slowly loosened over my ankle, so I ran toward the doors where an impatient Harold stood waiting.
I looked back at the girls.
Renee, Lily, and Kelly all stood behind the fountain, hiding from sight of Harold. They were holding each other in comforting embarrasses. The looks in their big glassy eyes was enough to make me thinkā¦maybe they did understand? Maybe they understood what was happening all too well? Theyāre young, yes! But theyāre not idiots!
I flashed Aggie, Whitney, and Farah a smile, trying to show them that Iād survive. I wouldnāt let this horrible and scary experience affect me. Minnie aimlessly looked at her nails, as if checking for a chipped nail...she was the one girl that I couldnāt stand. She didnāt care about anyone, but herself.
With a sad sigh, I turned and followed Harold upstairs.
* * *
Never had I ever liked Harold. Heās just like a mini-Lucifer. Just like Lucifer, heās always horny and angry. He never smiles, only scowlsā¦then again who would ever smile when always surrounded by death and darkness and hurt.
But nowā¦I was relieved for Haroldās presence. He knocked on the door and a voice yelled to us on the other side that theyād be right there. My heart immediately started racing and I felt like I couldnāt breatheā¦but Harold? He actually helped me.
His grip around my arm tightened, pulling me close to his mouth, āListen carefully and listen well. Donāt put up a fight, thatāll make him angry. Just let it happen, let him do whatever it isnhe wants and he wonāt hurt you, got it.ā
I nodded.
āGood. Donāt gasp when you see his scars, donāt even stare at them. Ignore them. Thatāll make him angry. Try your best not to touch them either. Donāt pull on his hair either. He hates that as well. He likes to be the dominant one.ā
I nodded.
āNo calling him Lucifer, either. Either āYour Highnessā or āYour majestyā.ā
I nodded.
āAre you going to say anything, ask questions, or are you going to nod at me as if everything Iāve just said went over your head?ā
I shrugged, narrowing my eyes at him, āI donāt understand. Why are you telling me all this?ā
Harold sighed and rolled his eyes, āMiss. Thompson, Iām a cruel, selfish man, but this? I donāt agree with this. Minnieā¦Minnieās my daughter. I had to do and say a lot of things to convince Lucifer to leave my daughter be. All of this, that you have to go through--t hat all of you have to go through, itās partially my fault.ā
āBut what you said to Agathaāā
āNah. I was just saying that because I knew she was just protecting you. Sheās not even my type. I prefer red-heads, not blondes.ā
It was amazing how quickly my perspective of this man had changed. He might be cruel, but he has feelings. He cares for his daughter, āBecause of my love for my daughter, you all have to deal with this and soā¦I just, donāt want to cause any more disarray then necessary.ā
The door swung open, making both of us jumpā¦Harold was indeed Luciferās most trusted guard. Who knows what he would do if he ever found out Harold actually had a heart.
āHarold, I thought I told you toāoh! Naomi!ā Luciferās seductive voice mumbled as he stepped into the doorway.
Harold quickly let go of my arm and bowed in front of Lucifer before saying, āIāll leave you two alone, your majesty,ā and then walking down the hall and down the stairs.
I watched, desperately, as he hurried down the stairs, leaving me helpless and alone with Lucifer.
āDo you want to come in?ā
I turned, looking at Lucifer, REALLY
looking at him for the first time. And Iām not going to lie...heās a very attractive man...thing...angel...demon...thing
He stood bare chested, revealing to me his muscular chest and broad shoulders. He had a squared jaw, straight nose, high cheek bones, and bright, teal blue eyes. He looked no older than twenty-somethingā¦but I knew better, everyone here did.
Looks are deceiving, because Lucifer is over five hundred years old.
Looks are deceiving, because I was smiling on the outside with excitement and was crying and shaking with fear on the inside.
Lucifer began talking but I didnāt hear a word he said. I was too distracted by all the dark and eerie dĆ©cor surrounding me.
Luciferās bed was in the middle of the room, pushed back against a wall. A fancy red and black silk canopy, that matched his silk covers and pillows, draped over the bed like a curtain. The carpet was a scarlet shade of red, like the skirt to my dress, but the walls were black, making the bloody and horrific pictures on the walls stand out. Pictures of war, torture, rape, all hung on his wall, making tears sting my eyesā¦what a sick fuck?
āNaomi?ā
Quickly I blinked away my tears, but I kept my back to him, āIām sorry, what is it you saidā¦your highness?ā
āI said, would you like something to drink? Water or something?ā
I shrugged, āIāll have whatever it is youāre having.ā
āYouāre not quite old enough for what Iām having.ā
āI didnāt think rules from the in-between applied here.ā I mumbled, letting my fingertips stroke the thin silk clothes that draped over the king sized mattress. It was soft, gentleā¦all the things I couldnāt imagine Lucifer being.
I still wasnāt looking at Lucifer, I was trying to avoid looking at him as much as possible, yet I could practically hear the smile on his face, āTouchĆ©.ā
He was either too dumb or oblivious to realize that I wasnāt exactly referring to alcohol, but to statutory rape.
I listened to the faint sounds of clanking glass as I looked around the room. I had to find something to focus on, something to keep my mind off of what was happening. Agatha has done this multiple times, so I trusted her. I trusted her advice and what sheād taught me. If I didnāt take her advice who knew what would happen.
āLook for something, anything, thatāll keep you relaxed. Something thatāll lessen your fear and let you relax. The slightest bit of tension and Lucifer will think youāre up to something. He wonāt tell you at first, but heāll be thinking it.ā Agatha had once said.
The only problem is, the more I looked around the more I panicked. Everything I saw made me think of something horrible and dark. Even the color schemeāred and blackāimmediately made me thinkā¦death!
My eyes darted left and right till I saw a mirror. It was hanging on the ceiling above the bed, and tears again threatened to overwhelm me.
Despite myself, tons of thoughts and images of Agatha came to mind. It was almost too easy to picture her, lying on his bed, scared and quietly crying as he moved over top of her. Touching her with harsh and desperate hands, taking away the one thing that she would have one day been able to give the man she lovedā¦now thatās all goneā¦thatās going to be me in a little whileā¦
And letās face it! I looked fit for the part, the little desperate whore!
My blue eyes were outlined in a thick line of black. My eyelashes were coated with mascara making them twice their usual size. My lips, which were usually a natural plump pink, were now a bright red.
My skin tight dress, and even my hair, in the half up/half down due, was once, in medieval times, symbolism for a whore or mistress.
āYou look beautiful.ā Lucifer whispered in my ear, making me jump. He had moved so quickly, I hadnāt even heard him move. He chuckled at my jumpiness.
Slowly, he held a small glass of carbonized liquid in front of my face. I without hesitation or further encouragement tore the glass from his hands and chugged it down.
I didnāt like the taste at all; it was like effervescent rice wine. And rice wine is really REALLY
dry and strong, extremely bitterā¦but still, it relaxed me.
I let out a breath of relief, āIām sure thatās what you say to all the girls.ā
I felt his big strong arms snake around me, pulling my back against his chest, āWhy canāt you just take a compliment?ā he whispered, brushing his lips over my skin. A shiver shot up my
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