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

Hallways after hallways, paintings, sculptures, portraits, decorative pieces were passed in a blur. These white hallways were as dull, as my life. My life was full of colors, wait, let me rephrase it, my life was full of events, different and mind-blowing events. 

He opened large brown doors and pushed me inside with a harsh push. My knees scraped against the rough carpet as he chained the end of my chains to the far end of the room. Before I could ask anything, he walked out before locking the door behind me. 

I sighed in defeat as I looked around. The room was large, didn't have anything much just main furnishings. A king-sized bed, a neat leather couch on the far end, a small dressing table with a few flower cases here and there. The chains with which I was bound to be about two meters long made it difficult for me to reach any object, just in case. 

No matter how much I yank my hands, nothing was working. My body was in discomfort, my head was throbbing and so was my heart. But I was not going to cry a single tear for what Matthew had done to me. I was going to be strong for myself, for the very first time. No matter how much you love someone, so will always get hurt and pain in exchange. That's what I was getting for trusting and loving too much. 

My head snapped towards the door as I heard a click from another side of the door. 

"How are you feeling?" Devil himself asked as he closed the door behind him. He looked like a beautiful creature but the devil was in the details. Not wanting to answer him, I ignored his existence which he didn't seem to like because the next moment my throat was in his grip. 

"Are you ignoring me, my love?" His threats were doing nothing to me. I had nothing left to lose, if he wanted to make me his little slave by all these warnings and unpleasant statements, then breaking an already broken person was an unsuccessful move.

"F-Fuck you," I struggled out as his grip tightened on my throat. He abruptly let go of me as I landed harshly on the ground. His wicked chuckle rang in my ears while I struggled to breathe in air. 

"You are a tough one to break," he crouched down to my level as I rubbed my sore throat. The glow in his eyes cried out mischief and enormity, "but as you see I have tremendous undesirable ways to demolish you."

Chills spread down my spine as his cold and emotionless voice entered my ears. Something was wrong with this man. He seemed diabolical and unpleasant to me. Dying at the hands of a foreign man was something out of my bucket list.

I froze when I heard a knock on the door. But what scared me more was the crazed look in Draven's eyes. He get up while smirking and opened the door as Damon and the other man pushed Falcon inside. The side of his face was swollen and bruised made me wonder what he had been going through. 

"Falcon!" I screamed as I immediately tried to rush towards him but the chains were too short making me fall to my knees.

"Falcon! Falcon! You okay?" I said as tears hurried down my face. My eyes scanned his whole body for any other injuries and that's when I saw a fresh cut on his abdominal muscles. I couldn't stop my tears as I saw how deep and nasty the cut looked. 

"S...Sarah," He said breathing heavily as his fatigued green eyes looked at me. 

"God! What did they do you?" I sobbed uncontrollably but my cries were falling on deaf ears. I so badly wanted to clean his cuts and bruises but these chains were making this difficult for me.

"I told you..... I will destroy you." Draven said standing behind me as I heard the clinging of chains. The weight of chains lightning from my wrists as he unchained me. I quickly scrambled towards Falcon as I touched his face carefully. 

"Oh my God." I cried as I scanned his bruises. There were cuts, wounds all over his body. 

"Sarah.....y..you okay?" He asked. 

"No, I don't think so," Draven said grabbing me by the waist and pulling me up away from Falcon.

"Let me g-" I started when I felt my head getting dizzy. The whole room started spinning as I halted in my steps. 

"Just needed to make sure, you don't do something stupid," Draven said wrapping his arms around my waist and flushing my back to his chest. 

"What..did you do?" I stammered when everything started to become blurry. 

"A trivial harmless spell, make you feel dizzy, weak but, you won't lose consciousness,"

I felt Draven's hands travel up my sides before roughly fumbling my both breasts. 

I could feel his nasty touch but felt too weak to struggle and that's what he wanted. Falcon's growls were falling clearly in my ears but my mind was in haze. It felt like my mind was in a paralyzed state. 

"You have such a beautiful body for such a young age, I would like a demonstration." I could hear the menacing complexion in his voice. He was trying to anger Falcon and the way Falcon was growling, it was operating.

"Lucifer seems to enjoy every beauty on his own." The coldness in his voice sends shivers down my spine. I felt the soft mattresses touch my back as my breath caught in my throat. 

I felt my heartbeat accelerating as it got harder to breathe. I tried to look at Falcon but he became a blur. Nothing was working anymore, neither my brain nor my heart. I was there but at the same time, I wasn't. I could feel his hands lingering on my body but I was far too sane to do anything. 
I felt the bed move beside me as I was forced to my side. 

The sound of tearing fell in my ears and cold air hit my body. That's when I realized....he tore my clothes. Not-so-good memories with Lucifer rolled in my mind like reels of pictures. His every touch simmered my body while I breathed heavily.