"Do you want me to beg?" His question was dangerous, but a glint of humour showed in his eyes. His hand grabbed my chin the next second and his thumb slowly moved over my cheek. With a soft smile at him, I moved my face forwards and kissed the tip of his dick lovingly. Without warning, a gust of wind nearly made me fall back on the floor. I snapped my head up and a gasp escaped me. Adrian's wings had shot out from his back, the blackness devouring the little light that was present in the room, the enormous size of them spanning across the entire back wall. Beastly, black as night and touching both of the walls, they swayed softly. Adrian had his head back, his face tight with something. Slowly, he looked down at me and blinked a few times. "The wings... They extract when I can't control myself. It's the beast in me telling me to fight." He explained. Wide-eyed, I still looked at him and his wings. I would be absolutely terrified if I didn't know this demon, if I hadn't felt this co

After what felt like only an hour, Adrian woke me up with kisses and touches just to sink into me again. He whispered sweet nothings in my ear as he kissed me deeply, as he called me his queen and touched me until I felt like one. An hour after that, I was woken up again, this time because Adrian wanted to show me just how much he owns me. How much lust he could feed off me. "Mine." The possessive bastard growled against my skin every time I moaned in ecstasy. He offered me food, which I sternly refused. An hour after that, he took me to the big bath, where he washed my body with his hands. "Do you want to know how long I can hold my breath?" He grinned up at me as he sat in-between my legs, his hands already sliding down my legs under the hot water. Before I could answer, his head went down for a full four minutes. It was all he needed. Another try to feed me went denied. Back into bed, I made a big statement that my body was off-limits and he needed to let me sleep before I would

"Thanks for your help." I muttered to the crow when I walked back to the spot where I left him. Black mucus covered my clothes and my arms. I grabbed some leaves to at least somewhat clean my arms and the new wounds that were there and then looked around me. "Where did we come from?" I asked the crow with a frown on my face. I was good at recognizing places and things... But everything was suddenly unfamiliar. There were no footprints of mine, not broken branches and no traces of me anywhere. I stared at the crow for help. "It's been a few hours and I'm already talking to birds." I said to the bird. It tilted its head but flew off again, leaving me utterly alone again. I learnt a few things in the hour after that. I needed to work on my fitness level. I needed to drink some water, very quickly. Everything in me screamed for water. Silence could be so loud, it could make you deaf. From everything that was going on, the silence was the worst. There was nothing like not hearing any

Fresh air went into my lungs again. I took deep breaths and willed the air in my lungs to stay. Dried tears on my cheek left streaks and my throat was hoarse. It even hurt when I swallowed. I looked around me. Adrian, or the other demon, was nowhere to be seen. "A test." I whispered to myself. "It was a test." I repeated to myself. Right in front of me, the crow stared at me with curious eyes. "It was a test." I repeated again. My hands began shaking. My whole body began shaking. A sob broke free and I shut my eyes to prevent any tears from falling. All I saw was my loved ones being tortured and dead. Horrifying. What kind of test was this? Who thought of this? It was trauma bottled up. I opened my eyes again to stop the images and looked at the bird. "I don't know if I can do this." I whispered to the beast. Silence. Alone with my thoughts and nothing to distract me from it, I decided to stand up. Even my legs were shaking. I fell down again. I was so tired. Maybe it was a good

One grabbed my arm and I let out an angry shout, hitting its face with my fist. Its head actually snapped back and I looked at my fist in surprise. Cool. Another dark one grabbed my hair which was loose and pulled me back over the ground. I tried to scratch the one behind me but couldn't reach him fully. At the same time, two dark ones appeared in front of me, trying to grab my legs. I kicked both of my legs out and hit them hard, but it was no use. One took hold of my foot and its sharp nails pierced the skin of my ankle. I screamed in agony, feeling my ankle being pulled too hard. My other foot kicked the one right in its face and he released my ankle. "Son of a bitch!" I yelled at the disgusting creature. Another one grasped both my ankles and he twisted me around abruptly. The dark one holding my hair and another one flipped my upper body over. I was on my stomach, my face pushed into the mud when one hand landed on my ass. No. Once again in this awful place, panic tried to ov