Hi Lovelies
It's Lovely
HERSELF
SENSITIVE CONTENT IN THIS POST BASED ON A TRUE STORY
I went through the darkest moment a person can have in his or her life. I went through darkness, and I met the devil who introduced himself as a friend. He guided me to the world of death. I decided to talk about it and maybe it will help me in a way that I can handle being still alive in a better way, to become a better person, to take off memories, and relieve some thoughts. So I will take you on a journey that left a lovely person behind and that created a person with a broken heart and almost no hope. And this is my story about my experiences before that day when I wanted to kill myself.
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Chapter 7 - A Sidewalk
This book is for MATURE audiences only! There is STRONG sexual content, explicit language, violence, and lots of R-rated situations. Read with caution!
My eyes peeled open to reveal a cold, dark room. Bars surrounded me, almost as if I were in a jail. I actually felt like my eyes were going to burn out of my skull, as I stared at the mediocrity around me. There was not an ounce of purple in this dungeon.
I forced down a sob as I pulled myself to a sitting position. My clothes were tattered and burnt, the cloth to my leggings was almost shattered to pieces, revealing an ugly looking burn mark that streaked my leg. I was wrapped in a thin white sheet that did nothing for the chill that seemed to freeze my insides.
I hissed as I lifted my leg to inspect it, it was only one burn, but it left ugly streaks that would surely scar. Pain shot from my leg, giving me a headache as I hugged myself into a tight ball. That shithead really threw a fireball at me. He's a freaking firebender.
I had been kidnapped by the Devil, and boy oh boy, I was not pleased. But I wasn't about to cry and beg for mercy. I would not let my captor have that satisfaction. Frankly, I didn't love anyone in my life, and nobody loved me. So honestly, I wasn't too bothered with this situation, and not totally freaked out. The only thing that pissed me off was the searing pain that etched at my leg. At least my life was getting semi-interesting.
I had never believed my mother. I had never believed the Devil was real. I never believed the burn mark that stained my back, was anything other than a peculiar birthmark. But the Devil was real, and he wanted something from me. He was collecting on a favor. Everything was suddenly becoming clearer to me, and it was then that a small ounce of fear crawled into my mind.
A dark figure approached the bars to my cage, and I recognized him as the unmasked man. The man with the black and white hair. The man with those terrifying, watery gray eyes that seemed to look deep into my soul. I noticed a small scar that sliced through one of his eyebrows. Well, at least if he has a scar, that means I can hurt him.
"You're awake." He stated, his voice was raspy and harsh.
"Wow you're super perceptive." I fired back as I stood up. I refused to be seen any lower to him than I already was. I met his gaze, ignoring the sharp pain that shot up my leg.
"Your leg is injured." He stated blankly.
"Yes, I got into a fight with a fucking campfire. Thank you so very much, Bethany."
He frowned slightly, "Who is Bethany?"
I wrapped my arms around the cage bars, "Bethany is you, since you won't tell me your name, I decided to make one up for you."
"You may call me Fallon, though I don't particularly care what you call me. You won't be here long enough for it to matter " He said simply, tucking his arms behind his back as he studied me with those drowning eyes.
That's so great. I won't be here long, so they probably intended to kill me. I hope they knew I wasn't about to go down without a fight.
I didn't respond to him. I hoped that he would get close enough to the bars that I could fry him with my powers, but he smartly kept his distance. I felt weak from my earlier fight, and the pain in my leg certainly wasn't helping. It took extreme energy to make the sparks hit someone from distance, so I had to wait for him to get closer to me.
I wasn't going to ask the typical questions 'Who are you? Why am I here?'. I had a feeling I wasn't going to get the answers I seeked.
"You're filthy." He stated. Wow, this guy was so charming. Not.
"That's because I got into a fight with a fucking brick wall that shoots fire." I stated, my temper was growing. How dare he take me away from the little that I had, and throw me into a world of nothing. My fingers started to sizzle against the freezing metal.
His head cocked to the side at my statement, as if he were truly surprised by my words. He took a step closer to me, and I felt the need to recoil from his presence. But I didn't. I couldn't. If he took just one more step, he would be within reach and I could fry his fucking brains out.
He continued to stare at me, his eyes trailing from my white blonde hair, down to my filthy bare feet. I shuddered at his gaze as it drifted back up to my wide, blue eyes.
"He wants to see you." He stated after a few minutes, his gaze dripping into me, crawling over me, until I felt like I would scream.
I stared back defiantly, refusing to let him scare me. "Who does?"
"His highness." Fallon said simply, referring to the Devil himself.
"I don't exactly want to see him right now, but I'm going to assume that I have no choice in the matter." I said back to him, feeling some of my energy return to me.
He nodded and then cocked his head to the side once more.
"What? Why are you being weird and doing this." I cocked my head back and forward to imitate him as annoyance brewed within me.
"It's just interesting, all others have begged and cried and asked so many infuriating questions. You are different." He said simply.
"I feel so fucking honored." I muttered grimly, tightening the grip of my fingers around the bars of the cage.
He nodded before opening the door. This was my moment.
The second the door creaked opened, I tackled him, streaming my white hot lightening at him. He fell down as I clawed at him like a fucking psychopath. I heard him grunt as my bolts hit him, but he didn't stop fighting back at me. He blocked my punches with ease, folding my arm behind my back with one hand, and gripping my hair with the other. I winced with pain as he ripped my body off of him, one hand encircling my arm, the other pulling at my hair.
He was much stronger than any normal human. I felt a small spark of energy flow through me and I let it flow through my skin, burning his hands. He merely grimaced as he pulled me to my feet. It was almost as if my powers had no effect on him.
"Well you're exceptionally weak." He stated, I felt my arm that he had pinned, go numb.
I leaned forward and bit him.
His watery eyes glared at me as he yanked my hair with brute force. "Don't bite me."
I bit him again.
Just as he was about to yank my hair again, I felt the searing pain of my scar. It burned into me like a fire on skin, and I heard myself whimpering as the Devil entered the room.
"Well this looks interesting." The Devils velvety voice boomed out, and I felt the need to cower away from him.
The Devil looked bored, his crisp suit was perfectly immaculate, his lean, muscular arms crossed in front of him as he glared at us. His ink black hair was slicked down, thick black tattoos snaked around his neck, his hands lined with rings. His hard set jaw looked down on us, and a small smile of amusement crossed his face.
I felt my stomach drop slightly in fear as I stared back at him, refusing to break eye contact.
"If you two are going to fuck, might I give a little bit of advice, and recommend you not do it on these floors? We just had this cleaned after I slit that dudes throat on Thursday."
How the Hell does our position look like we're about to have sex?
"Oh, do you mean Eric? That man was infuriating, he started bawling after he found out you murdered his family." Fallon chuckled darkly, his grip on me tightening.
The Devil shrugged, "It's not my fault that crying pisses me off, also his wife was sexy as hell, her pussy was so tight I came in like three sec--"
I felt myself whimper once more at the pressure on my skull as Fallon pulled tightly at my hair.
The Devil glared annoyingly at me, "What was that sparky? Dick caught your tongue? Who said you could be apart of this conversation? Was it Steven?"
"You killed Steven in August." Fallon pipped up, his hold on me still firm.
"Oh, right. Anywhoo, what's your answer sparky?" His face was stern as he glared at me, his ring finger tapping impatiently as he stared at me with disgust.
"I, um..." I stuttered.
"You, um, what?" The Devil rolled his eyes, "Did you suck too much dick this morning? You can't even speak fucking English."
I frowned, feeling sparks flit out of my fingers in my agitation.
"I was just going to say that it's a little sad that an immortal takes three seconds to cum. What's wrong big boy? Need a little Viagra in your life?"
To be continuned...
