Chapter 2 Kidnapping her

I woke up in my own room, the events of earlier playing in my mind like a nightmare. I had driven a sword into my own chest, but I had been careful. The wound was deep enough to look fatal, yet shallow enough to keep me breathing. I had feigned death perfectly, fooling them all into thinking I was gone.

Or so I thought.

Pain throbbed violently in my chest, and fresh blood still seeped through the bandages, staining the sheets red.

“Miss Fyr, what you did was incredibly dangerous,” my maid whispered, her hands trembling as she tried to clean the wound.

“It was the only way,” I gritted out, clutching my aching chest.

“I bought us time. But I can’t stay here. If he finds out I’m alive… he won’t just kill me. He will make me wish I was dead. I have to leave the city tonight.”

Just as we spoke, a faint movement caught my eye. A shadow stood motionless behind the slightly open door, listening.

“Who’s there?” I demanded, forcing my voice to sound steady despite the fear clutching my heart.

Silence was my only answer.

Then—BAM!

The door flew off its hinges with a single, powerful kick. Dust filled the air as he stepped inside.

“Hello, Fyr.”

Demi Shire stood there, a dark, terrifying smile playing on his lips. His eyes were pitch black, void of any light or mercy.

“M-Mr. Demi…” I stammered, my blood running cold.

My maid screamed, but he silenced her with a single, sharp kick, sending her crashing into the corner.

“Are you crazy?!” I shrieked, scrambling backward on the bed.

“Crazy?” He tilted his head, grinning wickedly.

“Or were you the one trying to deceive me?”

He walked closer, his large hand gently tracing the line of my hair, his touch light but terrifying.

“No one escapes me,” he whispered.

“What do you want from me?” I looked him straight in the eye, refusing to show how terrified I truly was.

“I want you to suffer every kind of pain this world has to offer,” he replied, his voice low and dangerous.

“Sharp as a knife. Deadly as poison.”

“Then just kill me!” I smiled bitterly, tears stinging my eyes. “End it now!”

“Death?” He chuckled darkly.

“Death is too kind for a sinner like you. You don’t deserve mercy.”

Suddenly, he grabbed me and threw me over his broad shoulder like I weighed nothing.

“Put me down!” I screamed, kicking and struggling wildly.

“I said put me the fuck down!”

Without warning, he released his grip.

THUD!

I crashed hard onto the cold marble floor. The impact sent a jolt of agony through my back and chest, making me gasp for air.

“You are a monster!” I spat out, coughing.

“Monster?” He looked amused, his eyes glinting with madness.

“Oh, Fyr… you haven’t seen anything yet. Let me show you exactly what kind of monster I am.”

He signaled his men. One of them stepped forward and tossed a small glass bottle onto the floor near me.

“What is that?” My heart hammered against my ribs like a trapped bird.

“Something to make you feel… good,” he said, picking it up and walking toward me. “Drink.”

I shook my head frantically, tears streaming down my face. I refused.

His expression turned cold. He grabbed my jaw firmly, his fingers digging into my skin, forcing my head up. His eyes bore into mine, full of rage and possession.

He pinched my mouth open, ignoring my struggles, and poured the liquid down my throat along with bitter wine.

“Ghk—!” I choked, trying to spit it out, but he held me tight, forcing every drop down.

My vision instantly began to blur. The room spun wildly, the edges turning black. My body felt heavy, numb, and hot all at once.

As my consciousness started to fade, the last thing I saw was his cruel, satisfied smile.

Even as my consciousness slipped away, I was still aware.

I felt rough, coarse ropes being wrapped around my wrists, binding them tightly together. Then, my ankles were secured, leaving me completely helpless. My body felt heavy, limp like a ragdoll, but my mind was screaming in panic.

This is it.

He didn’t kill me. He didn’t end my suffering there and then.

He kidnapped me.

He wanted me alive. He wanted me breathing so he could inflict every ounce of pain he desired. I was trapped in the hands of a devil, and there was no one to save me.

As I was lifted and carried away into the unknown, one terrifying thought echoed in my fading mind

I am completely at his mercy now.

And the worst part?

I didn’t fucking know what horrors were waiting for me.