Chapter 3 #2
I’d never felt anything like it—this powerful urge to touch him and have him touch me. I found myself crawling closer, desperate, yearning for something I couldn’t name. All I knew was that I wanted to climb into his lap, taste his skin, and drown in his citrus scent.
Wait, what the actual fuck?
I snapped out of it, growling. I retreated and put space between us, dispelling the citrus aroma by refusing to breathe.
The demon watched me go with his head still cocked to one side.
As my thoughts spiraled in confusion and fear, he crouched in front of me and held out an all-black dagger he kept on his belt.
“Have it.”
It took all of my control not to let the surprise I felt show on my face. The scent was gone. He didn’t appear to be affected by it. What the hell just happened?!
I stared at the weapon he offered me, but I didn’t move. I didn’t take it or act like I even knew how to use it. It was over if he thought I could fight at all. I’d already given too much away because of my stupid reflexes, so I really couldn’t afford to make another mistake now.
My glare was full of heat and distrust. “You want me to use that to kill myself, demon? What, you get off on watching us pathetic, fragile creatures slice our own throats so we don’t have to be your toy?
” I spat, testing him. “Well, fuck you. Do your worst, demon. You’ll have to do it yourself if you want me dead. ”
His lips twitched, alluding to a smile but never giving me one. Then he tossed the dagger on the floor and walked away.
It was another damning reality.
Arming your captive could only mean one thing—he wasn’t afraid of me using it on him. It didn’t surprise me. I had hoped demons were vulnerable in their human forms, but it would appear that wasn’t the case. At least not for this one they called Onyx.
But I played my part well. I snatched the weapon off the ground and clutched it close to my chest, feigning fear.
He didn’t look my direction after that. He left me there on the floor and busied himself with something on his massive desk, reading over several pages before folding and tucking them away in a drawer.
Papers were scattered across the top, several full of writing and others covered by drawings. Maps, probably. I’d been taught to read several languages. Education was vital to an assassin and never a waste, but I couldn’t read them all. I’d be at a loss if these demons had a language of their own.
Still, curiosity got the better of me, and I watched him carefully. Did he just leave them out? Who had access to this room? Was that wise?
I edged closer, hoping to see what might be written on them, but too far to know for sure if it was a language I could read or not. If he didn’t lock me somewhere or limit my ability to move, I’d look at them later. So far, he’d left me alone.
Patience, Mazikeen. Rushing things will make the demon suspicious. It’s too risky.
Based on what I knew, this demon never took a human for himself. At least that was what had been implied by the others. It was odd that he wouldn’t, but I got the impression that he hated our kind.
Still, he wasn’t the worst of the three. The one with silver eyes I’d do well to avoid. His sadism lived in every glance, and based on the humans at his feet, he found pleasure in torture. I could withstand it, but I was better off appealing to them in another way instead of dead.
The other one was a better bet. It was clear he liked sex. He’d talked about it pointedly enough. He wanted the fight before submission, and I was very good at both. I could easily manipulate his type. Plus, as much as it pained me to admit, he was just as pretty as Onyx.
A killer, but one I could bear looking at.
The other two leaders had threatened each other to claim me, but for some reason, this one took an interest in me.
I needed to understand why to exploit it.
Assuming it was something I could exploit.
If not, I’d find a way to make myself appealing to the sexually promiscuous one and use him instead.
One thing was certain, I needed to be careful how I moved and acted.
I couldn’t underestimate any of them.
I eyed the other door in the room. It was left open to a bathroom the size of an entire home in our sector. My bladder was screaming. I didn’t want to beg, but I’d do it before peeing myself.
When I turned to look over at my captor, his eyes were already watching me.
I gripped the dagger harder when his ethereal blue gaze dropped to it.
He took a step toward me, and I took one back, still on the floor.
He stopped, his lips twitching again. Then, as if deciding something, he stormed over.
My reflexes kicked in. I moved faster than I intended to. Just as quickly, he stopped again.
His eyes didn’t leave mine for several heartbeats before he said, “Go on. I imagine you’ve been housebroken already?”
At first I didn’t understand. Housebroken? And then it clicked.
I stood up for the first time since I was captured. His eyes followed the movement in open curiosity. Holding the dagger close to my chest, chin lifted in defiance, I stormed off to the bathroom and shut the door behind me.
I never thought he’d let me. I thought for sure he’d give chase and I’d be beaten for it. For several minutes I stood at the other side of the door—blade close to my chest, pulse fluttering, staring at the toilet I desperately needed, waiting. But he didn’t follow me in. Another damning discovery.
He didn’t need to.
Letting loose a breath, I quickly removed the dagger from inside my vagina and used the toilet. The relief of having it no longer pressing on my insides was almost as euphoric as relieving my bladder after hours of holding it.
Like with his room, not much was kept in his bathroom.
A few towels and toiletries, things to keep himself neat and clean, but there were so few places to hide something like a weapon.
So I concealed it as best as I could in one of the cabinets.
Risky, but he’d already given me a weapon.
I didn’t expect him to go looking for another.
And if he found one on me, he’d be suspicious.
Lifting my chin again, I exited the bathroom the way I entered it. With my glare still intact.
He’d already returned to his desk, several devices I couldn’t name among the scattered parchment, but that wasn’t what drew my eyes to it.
A plate piled with food sat in a clear place at the edge.
He hadn’t touched it, barely looked at it, but it was all I could see as I took slow steps out of the bathroom.
My stomach growled and rolled over itself, demanding I steal some. I wouldn’t risk it after our little moment. Instead, I went to a corner of the room. My new home. I sat down with my legs pressed against my chest and my arms wrapped around them.
The victim.
The slave.
The devil among demons.