7: Rayleigh

Humiliation.

She could feel his eyes on her back, etched into her skin just as her scars were. For a moment, she thought she heard a sharp intake of breath from him, as if taken by surprise by what he exposed. Her hands gripped at the chains, but there was no use. Chained. Unveiled. Vulnerable. In the hands of a Demon, no less.

"What are you waiting for?" She snapped. "Wrap up with the gawking and get this over with already." She hung her head, the lukewarm stone against her forehead as she shut her eyes.

"Who did this to you?" The coldness in his voice shocked her. She lifted her head to peer back and became astounded by what she saw. His eyes were completely black. The irises. The pupils. All of it, coated in a thick blanket of pitch black darkness. At his temples were minor bumps protruding forth from his skin that had also darkened to a light shade of red.

She turned her head away. "It doesn't matter." She said.

"Tell me." He demanded. His shadow cast on the wall around her a