The Devil Always Collects
°❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:・ They say when you make a deal with the devil, you never walk away clean. I just didn’t think the price would come drenched in blood, whispering my name like it meant salvation. “Please… don’t leave me like this,” he begged. Blood slicked his hands, dripping down his wrists, staining the floor like a confession no one could dare wash away. The smell of iron filled the room, clinging to the back of my throat until I could taste it. “I’ll do anything for you, Leah. Anything.” He took a shaky step closer, his boots sliding a little on the red mess between us. I wanted to move back, to put space between us and what he had done, but my legs felt welded to the floor. He reached out, fingers trembling, and caught my chin between them. The warmth of his touch smeared blood across my skin. “See?” he breathed out, smiling. “You don’t have to be afraid anymore. I fixed it. I fixed everything.” There was pride in his voice, twisted and childlike, as if he truly believed this nightmare was some sort of gift. My voice barely scraped past my lips. “What did you fix?” He beamed. “Everything.” The word hung in the air like smoke, impossible to breathe through. My knees almost gave out. My heart pounded so violently I thought it might crack my ribs open. I could hear it, the… Thud. Thud. Thud. Like the echo of footsteps running from something that couldn’t be outrun. He leaned closer, dragging his nose along the curve of my ear. His breath was warm, sticky with the scent of copper and smoke. “You don’t hate me, right? Leah.” When I didn’t answer, when all he could hear was the tremor in my breathing, he pulled back just slightly. His grip tightened, forcing my chin upward until my eyes met his. Then, softer, almost tenderly, he asked again, “You don’t hate me, right? Leah?” °❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:・ DISCLAIMER This is a work of fiction intended for mature audiences. All names, characters, places, organizations, and events depicted in this book are either products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or to actual events or locales is purely coincidental. This story contains scenes and themes that may be disturbing to some readers, including depictions of violence, trauma, emotional distress, and adult situations. Reader discretion is advised. The author does not condone or glorify any acts of violence, abuse, or illegal behavior portrayed within these pages. These elements are included solely for the purpose of exploring the psychological and emotional dimensions of the characters and the story. UPDATE SCHEDULE -ˋˏ ༻❁༺ ˎˊ- You’ll be receiving daily updates, though occasionally I might miss a day or two. At times, there may also be a batch release of chapters. I promise to do my best to stay consistent ٩(⸝⸝ᵕᴗᵕ⸝⸝)و*̣̩⋆̩*I jumped so hard I nearly dropped dead right there. My heart slammed against my ribs, and for a second I couldn’t even breathe. The voice was rough, deep, impatient and definitely female. My eyes flew to the open doorway, but all I saw was darkness. Just shadows shifting against that weak, blinking yellow light. “W–what?” Before I could even finish asking, a hand shot out of the darkness and grabbed me. I didn’t even have time to scream before I was yanked off feet and dragged inside the bus. My shoes scraped the metal steps as I kicked and twisted, panic exploding through me like fire. “Let me go!” I yelled, thrashing against the grip. Whoever it was, they were strong. My elbow slammed into something solid, and I heard a loud grunt. “Ow! You little bitch!” her voice snapped, furious. Before I could even process it, she shoved me. My back hit one of the metal seats so hard that it knocked the air right out of me. I gasped, clutching my ribs, the breath burning in my throat as
❁✿❀ When I opened my eyes, everything was… quiet. Too quiet. For a moment, I just lay there, blinking up at a cracked ceiling I didn’t recognize. Where the hell was I? I pushed myself up slowly, wincing as my muscles protested. The floor under me was hard and rough, littered with dust and old paper cups. I glanced around, and that’s when I realized — I was in a bus station. Or what used to be one. Rows of empty metal benches stretched out ahead of me, half-bent and rusted. The ticket counter was shattered, its glass cracked in spiderweb patterns. Faded posters clung to the walls, their corners peeling. One of them still read “Travel the Country!” in cheerful red letters, but the colors were so washed out it looked like a ghost of its former self. And there was no one else here. Not a single fucking soul. Just the faint whisper of wind sneaking through broken windows. I swallowed hard, my heart thudding faster. “What the…” My voice came out hoarse as I spoke, almost foreig
At first, I thought I was imagining it. Maybe it was the TV. Maybe one of those dumb action movies he liked where everyone’s always grunting and fighting.But no.That wasn’t… fighting.That was definitely moaning.My stomach twisted. I blinked, frozen for a second, my brain scrambling to make sense of it.Wait?God!Don’t tell me he’s seriously watching porn again?The irritation flared up fast, drowning the unease that was starting to crawl under my skin. We’d already fought about that — about how disconnected we’d become, about how instead of talking to me, he’d rather spend time in front of a screen getting off to strangers.“Unbelievable,” I muttered, my jaw tightening.Annoyed, I marched the rest of the way down the hall, clutching his jeans in one hand like evidence, ready to burst in and yell something well-deserved about boundaries and respect and maybe about how I was tired of feeling like a roommate instead of a girlfriend.But then I reached the door.The moaning was loude
-ˋˏ ༻❁༺ ˎˊ-Boo!I jumped so hard I almost dropped the stack of papers in my hand. My heart practically shot out of my chest before I realized who it was.“Jesus, Tori,” I muttered, pressing a hand to my chest, my pulse still hammering. “You scared the hell out of me.”She burst into laughter, clutching her stomach like it was the funniest thing in the world. “Oh my God, your face! You looked like you just saw a ghost.”I rolled my eyes, trying to play it off, even though I could still feel the adrenaline fizzing through my veins. “Yeah, hilarious. You almost gave me a heart attack. I swear, one day I’m going to drop dead and it’ll be on you.”“Oh, come on,” she scoffed out, still chuckling. “You’re such a scaredy-cat.”I gave her a look over my shoulder as I started gathering my things from the desk — my tote bag, my half-empty coffee cup, the files I was supposed to look over tonight but knew damn well I wasn’t going to. “Scaredy-cat? Please. You try working in this creepy office af
The Devil Always Collects °❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:・They say when you make a deal with the devil, you never walk away clean. I just didn’t think the price would come drenched in blood, whispering my name like it meant salvation. “Please… don’t leave me like this,” he begged. Blood slicked his hands, dripping down his wrists, staining the floor like a confession no one could dare wash away. The smell of iron filled the room, clinging to the back of my throat until I could taste it. “I’ll do anything for you, Leah. Anything.” He took a shaky step closer, his boots sliding a little on the red mess between us. I wanted to move back, to put space between us and what he had done, but my legs felt welded to the floor. He reached out, fingers trembling, and caught my chin between them. The warmth of his touch smeared blood across my skin. “See?” he breathed out, smiling. “You don’t have to be afraid anymore. I fixed it. I fixed everything.” There was pride in his voice, twisted and chil