A DEAL WITH THE DEVIL : CHAPTER 21 – 30

A DEAL WITH THE DEVIL : CHAPTER 21 – 30

As they bathed me, scrubbing my skin with scented oils and massaging my scalp with delicate fingers, I tried to push down the rising panic. Every movement was methodical, like they had done this a thousand times before. But that didn’t stop my mind from spinning with questions.

One of the maids, the smallest of the group, leaned closer as she rinsed my hair. Her hands trembled slightly, as if she were afraid to speak. “You have red hair,” she mumbled under her breath, almost too softly to hear. “Master loves red.”

I stiffened, the words sending a chill through my spine. The other maids shot her warning looks, their faces tight with fear, but I latched onto her words like a lifeline.

“What do you mean by that?” I asked, my voice trembling with desperation. “Please, tell me what’s going on.”

The small maid hesitated, glancing around nervously before meeting my eyes. “He will not let you go,” she whispered, her voice barely audible. “When he sees something beautiful, and it’s his… he will do everything to keep you from leaving.”

I felt my stomach drop, a knot of fear tightening inside me. “Is he that horrible?” I asked, though I wasn’t sure I wanted to hear the answer.

The maids shook their heads in unison. “No,” they said, their voices suddenly soft and reverent. “He is merciful. The kindest of all.”

I stared at them in disbelief. They were talking about Lucifer, as if he were some benevolent ruler. How could they speak of him like that?

“You will know,” one of them added with a faint smile, “the moment he speaks to you. Lucifer cannot lie, after all.”

The mention of his name sent a shiver down my spine. They spoke of him with such certainty, such devotion. It was unsettling, to say the least.

Stepping out of the bath, I felt a chill crawl up my skin despite the warmth that clung to the air. The maids had done their work in silence, but their words echoed in my head like a distant, menacing warning. I didn’t want to think about them, or about what they said, but it was impossible to push away.

I watched as they laid a dress on the bed, a thin, transparent white gown that seemed more like a suggestion of fabric than actual clothing. My stomach twisted when I realized there was nothing else. No bra. No underwear. Just the dress. The maids looked at me for a moment, their faces unreadable, before stepping out of the room without a word. I had requested privacy, but now I wished they hadn’t left me alone.

I stood there, staring at the flimsy garment, debating whether or not to put it on. My hands were shaking, not just from the cold but from something deeper. A fear I couldn’t shake, no matter how much I tried to rationalize it. The room was so beautifully pink, so carefully designed, yet everything about it felt like a cage.

Sighing, I finally slipped the dress over my head. It fell loosely around my body, but it did nothing to cover me. I glanced at myself in the mirror and froze.

I looked completely naked.

The dress clung to my damp skin, almost see-through, leaving nothing to the imagination. It was like wearing air, a ghost of fabric that barely existed. I turned slightly, trying to convince myself it wasn’t that bad, but the reflection stared back at me, vulnerable and exposed.

Why am I in all this? The question surged through my mind, my hands gripping the sides of the vanity as I leaned forward. What’s the point of all this?

I looked back at my reflection. My red hair, still damp, framed my face in tangled waves. I grabbed a brush from the vanity and slowly worked it through the knots, trying to focus on something mundane, something that made me feel in control.

As I brushed, the questions kept coming. Is this Lucifer some kind of mad mafia? A man using the devil’s name to inflict fear on others? There had to be a logical explanation. There was no such thing as Lucifer, no such thing as the devil being in a human body, I mean… He should have horn and tail.

“I do not think he’s a mafia.”

The voice came from behind me, so sudden and unexpected that my heart nearly stopped. I whipped around, dropping the brush, my breath caught in my throat. I don’t think I said all that out loud.

I froze.

The man stood there, just inside the doorway. I hadn’t even heard him come in. My feet felt rooted to the floor as I stared at him, unable to move or tear my eyes away. His dark hair gleamed in the soft light of the room, and his eyes, they were red and somewhat dark… It looked golden if you keep a closer look, his unblinking eyes locked onto mine with a gaze so intense, I forgot how to breathe.

How can someone be so breathtaking?

I stood there, speechless, my body refusing to obey the panic that should’ve been coursing through me. His presence was overwhelming, filling every inch of the room with an unspoken command. He didn’t have to say anything. Just being here was enough to bend the air around him.

He tilted his head slightly, a small, almost curious smile playing on his lips, and that was all it took. My pulse quickened, my mind racing with questions I wasn’t sure I wanted answered. But in that moment, I couldn’t think. Couldn’t react. Couldn’t do anything but stare at him and wonder how someone so unnervingly beautiful could exist.

” you do not believe the devil is real?” His voice, so angelic that it sound familiar, familiar to my dream.

And then, slowly, he stepped toward me, that small smile never fading.

I remained frozen, unable to move or make a sound, as his dark eyes held mine. The room seemed to shrink around us, everything else fading into the background as if nothing else mattered. Nothing else existed but him.

” no ” my voice came out in a whisper, what is wrong with me?

He stood an inch away from me, I notice how his eyes take me in, they stopped on my breast for awhile, my cheek heat up from embarrassment, I quickly cover them with my hands and shoot him a glare ” what are you looking at!”

He look at me in a confused way ” your body ” the smile didn’t leave his face ” and truly, you look so innocent ” he move closer, closing the space between us ” are you innocent?”

” No ” I lied and love the fact that the smile vanish from his face ” I have sleep with ten different guys”

” that’s disappointing” he nod his head, move back ” then I suppose they is no need to wait ” I watch him begin to unbutton his shirt.

” Huh” was the only word that left my defeated lips

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A DEAL WITH THE DEVIL : CHAPTER 21 – 30

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