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I add my own terms. He chuckles again leaning back into his seat. “Who would have guessed that the devil alpha would be looking out for a woman like this. If I hadn’t see it myself I would have doubt it.” He prods and pokes at me purposely, to get a reaction from me. “Deal or no deal.” I ask now He smirks only finally time stretching out his right hand to me for a shake that seals everything in place “Deal.”

It was larger than her bathroom at home and decorated in black marble and brass fixtures with white details. She used the toilet and then washed her face in cold water, staring in the mirror at her own face. What had she agreed to? Could she do this? Surely it would be better to sell herself to the devil she knew than several unknown devils each night? Emma noticed her hands were shaking. She took a couple of deep breaths and focused on trying to keep her hands steady. The shaking wasn’t as noticeable at least, and she saw it as a victory. She walked back to Bane’s office.

he is the devil incarnated. “I don’t think so” I shook my head no. “if you think by getting me here you have an upper hand then let me bust that bubble baby because the thing you want, you’ll never get it even though you have all of us here so you might as well just kill of us”

This Devil have never been learned his lesson, and was only trying to make him confuse. He let aside anything, and put his grudge to the Devil in his heart and mind. He roared, “You shall never live, you shall die in my hands, you Devil!” Hez suddenly burst into action, and lead the shadowy figure to surround the Devil. There's no escape path for the Devil, and Hez could only grinned. The Devil was so highly, yet who knows if he will think to escape? Hez was trying to put him into place, he was good as dust that turned bloody chunk of flesh.

A cry left my mouth as I initially brought my hand to wipe them away and also forced myself from releasing any more sounds. " Oh my fucking devil!" Wait! " Fuck!" I paused my movements, seeming to recognize that voice. " It's the demon!" Now, I was forced to look up at those people whose hearts were as brutal as a monster. But I came in contact with the least people I expected to see, I was shaken by amazement with my mouth down in astonishment. " Ralph," I gasped.

He wasted no time in expressing his fury, his voice a thunderous growl. "Do any of you have any idea what you've brought upon us? Do you have any idea how much business alliances and trusted allies you al have cost me?" The room was paralyzed by his wrath, and none of us dared to meet his eyes. The tension was suffocating, and the fear that had gripped us was almost tangible. The man that stod before me looked nothing like the man I desperately used to crave. This one felt like the real devil, the same one the FBI painted a picture of to me. He didn’t even spare me a glance but i could rarely get the words out of my mouth.

My wrist contracted at the impact. She gasped. Her face shone red. It was as though I was staring right into the devil's eyes. I can't believe I had almost trusted her words. “How….” I did it again. I slapped her again for the second time.

Before I could say a thing, he slapped me hard, sending me flying to the bed and making me hit my head hard on the bed stand. “Tell me!" He yelled again while the pain in my head multiplied a million and one times.. “Keith" I whispered helplessly again as a tear rolled out.. And then, it began happening... The memories!! They began coming in pieces and flashes with blood flowing freely from my nose and ears.. I screamed when the pain became unbearable.. All I kept seeing was a handsome devil.. I saw him push me hard and go for another woman... and I saw a blur sight of him thrust into my middle..

“Ohh dear, you look so sinful; naked and dangling. So wrong. So perfect for me.” Lucien's hands moved with a deft precision, as he dipped a whip, its leather tongue stained with vibrant paint, into a crimson pool of paint. With a flourish, he brought the whip crashing down, leaving a vivid scarlet stripe across Noah's chest. The boy let out a guttural moan, his back arching in response to the sting.