I was furious I was surrounded by liars; they must think I am quite the fool. I am so stupid. How could I have been so blind? How could they keep all of this from me? “Amaya?” Abigail asked as I felt her hand on my back, I stood and moved away from her, I didn’t want to be bothered. They acted like it was no big deal, just dropped it all on me. How was I supposed to process everything? What did they expect? “Please leave me alone.” I mumbled as I leaned against the wall, closing my eyes so I could focus on everything that I had been told, trying to digest the information and the fact that in a few days or hours, I would be executed. I longed to be home, with my books curled up in my bed, drinking coffee and reading the next book on my list. Gods, how I missed coffee, hot baths, and pizza. I could go for a pizza. I wiped the tears away with my sleeve. Well, if I was going to be executed, II mine as well make sure I go out looking like me. When Samuel, I mean Lazarus gets back, I wil

**TRIGGER WARNING!!! Sexual Violence** I heard footsteps heading towards our cell. I stood and moved to the bars expecting to see Lazarus, only it was the pastor's face that came into view. Behind him stood his two goons. When I saw him, I backed away. He had a creepy smile on his face as he looked at me, sending chills down my spine. “What do you want?” I spat at him as he moved to the cell door. “I want to speak to you alone.” He replied simply as he took out the keys and unlocked the door. “I don’t fucken think so.” I retorted as a feeling of ill intent washed over me. "You are my prisoner and you have no choice," he smirked as the two goons moved to enter the cell, coming towards me. Abigail jumped in front of me to protect me. “Move, witch!” the pastor yelled as one goon shoved her and she fell, hitting her head on the floor, knocking her out. Cornered, I tried to fight them off, I slapped the one man, causing his lip to bleed as the other went to grab me. I ducked under his

Abigail and I tried to rest, but with the upcoming execution and the events of the previous day, we were unable to. As time ticked by, my anxiety amplified, Lazarus did his best to distract me, but my mind kept wandering to what would be coming. Abigail put on a brave face, but she sat in the corner visibly shaking in fear, what was one supposed to do when they were waiting for death? I was in disbelief at how messed up things had gotten. Mere weeks ago, I was in 2022, working a full-time job, visiting with friends and, in my free time, reading and living a carefree life, all to be turned upside down by one selfish demon. How could he do this to me? He had said he wanted me and where was he? I hadn’t seen him since we were arrested, yet Lazarus was here guarding my cell from the pastor and his sick desires. Hell, he had saved me mere hours ago from being taken advantage of. I hugged my knees to my chest and leaned my back against the wall as tears streamed down my face. Abigail mov

My head pounding, I opened my eyes, looking around. I was back in my room. Was it all just a horrible dream? I stood and walked over to my dresser, looking at my reflection, a dark bruise lined my neck. I touched it and flinched. Frowning, I tried to remember what had happened. Cringing, I remembered being pushed from the platform and crying as I struggled to breathe slowly, suffocating. I vaguely recalled someone grabbing me and removing the bag and ropes from my neck and hands. I had never been so terrified. Who was it? I struggled to remember what had happened, seeing glimpses in my memory, but the more I focused, the more they slipped away. I looked in the mirror again; I looked awful, grubby and dirty from being in the cell. I had a black eye and my lip was split. A dark bruise lined my neck. My eyes zeroed in on a necklace that was around my neck. Feeling the power emanating from it, I picked up the gem from my neck to inspect it. The necklace had a red ruby on a simple gold

When I opened the door to the hallway, I couldn’t believe my eyes, A large window was across from me, and the sky was lime green and demonic dragons were flying around. I walked to the window to get a better view of outside. The grass and trees were varying shades of purple and the trunks and bark were black, I could see rivers of pink water and lava across the open expanse. “What do you think?” Nearly jumping out of my skin, I turned to face a well-built man wearing a black button-down shirt and black jeans. His eyes were a piercing green that swirled in different shades, his dark hair was cut short and his face clean shaven, he was very attractive and looked a little like Lazarus. I hadn’t noticed before with Sin and Lazarus, but they had similar traits as Rook. Two horns protruded from his head but instead of the devil horns, I always pictured they were skinnier, curving close to his head, almost reminding me of a crown. “It’s beautiful,” I mumbled, motioning out the window. “I’