Making a deal with the devil

Laya POV

My body was shivering, the pain coursing through me was worse than death to me. I couldn’t think straight as I sat against my knees holding onto the bars, just staring after the emptiness I was feeling deep inside.

He was gone, no he couldn’t be. The sobs escaping me as the tears kept falling only made the clenching ache in my chest constrict, even more, it was too much for me to bear and as I sat there on the cold concrete floor I felt a numbing feeling crawling through every crevice of my very existence.

It’s not a feeling one can describe in words, it’s more something you feel deep inside. It’s a suffocating and agonizing moment of denial and anguish, it’s replaying scenarios over and over in your head until you start driving yourself crazy.

I should have done something, why hadn’t I done something. I allowed Demetrius to…

Tightening my grip around the metal bars I clenched my teeth as I squeezed my eyes shut, fuck-