captive

When I come back to reality my eyes adjust pretty quickly due to the lights still being off. How long have I been out? Images flashes through my mind about the current events and I freeze.

“Welcome back”.

The hunter.

I wait silently. My breath comes in short and my heart accelerates. This must be the hunter who killed Peter. My mind grows hazy and my ears ring way too loudly.

I can’t possibly lose it now. Get it together.

He killed Peter. His broken body. His bloody face. His broken screams. I clench my jaw to hold in the sob that tries to break free, steeling my spine.

My arms are tied behind my back and my legs are also tied to the chair I’m on. I wiggle myself to see how tight I am.

I don’t think I will be going anywhere.

Something is off about this. Why am I still here and why hasn’t he taken me back to the underworld.

“You killed Peter.” I blurt out without thinking.

The room is quiet and if I didn’t know any better I would think I was alone.

“Peter?” He questioned hesitantly.

Obviously this fucker doesn’t know who Peter is and yet it still burns me hot when he asks that question.

“What?” I seethed. “Killed too many humans to know which is which?” The room falls quiet again and it’s messing with me.

“I wasn’t aware you were.. interested in humans.” He said carefully.

Is he trying to feel me out? I won’t correct him. Peter ment much to me either way. I want to cry and scream. But-

“This is such a hassle.” He muttered, glancing away from me.

He sighs and it catch’s me off guard. I narrow my eyes and tilt my head in confusion. ”Didn’t know grown males complained so much.” I try to shift in my seat. I make a face, “It’s a turn off.”

He chuckles darkly,” Should I try harder then?” He moves from the corner of my dark room and stands in front of me.

He’s so close and yet I can’t do shit about it. “You’re good at being a captive, aren’t you”. I remain silent.

He said flatly. Disgust. “Look dude I’m not into-.” Before I can grasp what happened the air in the room shift, he grabs my face harshly and clenches his jaw as he says,

“Stop fucking playing already. Why haven’t you shifted your eyes? And why do you smell so much like human?” He so close I can feel his breath on my face.”What kind of demon are you?”

He’s fuming, the whole room is started to heat up. Is he doing this?

I stare at the dark figure in front of me refusing to shift my eyes and activate night vision.

“The kind that tells you to mind his fucking business.” I spit in his face. He wants to be so damn close to me. He stumble back. And loosen his grip on my face.

What a fucking rookie. What kind of hunter is this. I plant my feet on the ground and lift myself up with everything I got and twist my body to the side hitting him square in the head.

No time to see him recover I hop back a few times and with the small power I still have I slam the chair on the wall and one of the legs break.

Fuck it wasn’t much but I’ll take it, when I look up my eyes shift on its own and I wish it didn’t, the hunters face is a mask of fury and grimace.

He’s going to kill me.

When he rushes for me I lift my left leg which got free from the broken leg and wrapped it around his neck with awkward position. but enough sway to catch him off guard yet again.

With my strength and the chair still attached to my back. I lift myself up and dragged him down by the neck with my body weight.

He goes down. Yes. The other leg breaks and I wiggle out of the chair. I feel him get up behind me but it’s too late.

The hunter pulls on my hair as I’m about to get up and yanks me back to him. I take advantage of his closeness and wrap my hands behind his head.

I shot my knees up folding myself and knee him in the face.

Thank you Pilates.

He doesn’t let up, my hair is still wrap around his big fucking hands.

“Kinky. I like it.” I say trying to diminish how fucking frustrated I am.

My adrenaline is started to rise higher and higher. I start going crazy. I won’t hold back anymore.

I scream some battle cry and start kicking and punching in his direction.

“Fuck what the hel-“ I connect my fist with his face one time, two, three before he lets go of my hair with many strands wrapped around his fingers.

“I’m going to end you.” I punch him again right in between his eyes. His face is all covered in dry blood and his nose looks already healed. He looks a fucking mess.

What do I look like? Ha

He’s a bit hazy from the punches and I place my hands on the side of his face and hold him. I use any power I have left which isn’t much and I slam my forehead on his face, his hands reach for my waist and I snap his fucking neck before letting go.

He slumps to the floor immediately. I’m breathing heavy and my vision starts to blur. Fuck no yet. I can’t pass out right now.

Knowing he’s down my adrenaline is wearing out.

I run downstairs controlling my breathing. I search frantically for the things I need. I make two concoction I thought I would never be using and head back upstairs.

Seeing this big fuck in the middle of my room pissing me off more than I care to admit. I bet he’s fucking heavy as well.

I drag him by his legs and lift him onto my bed, I bind his wrist and legs to my bed post. Wide.

I dipped the ropes in the one of the concoction I made careful not to get any on my skin beyond the gloves.

“You fucked with the wrong demon, hunter” I say to no one.

After I’m done. I wait.