A DEAL WITH THE DEVIL : CHAPTER 31 – 40
IN THE DEVIL’S GRASP 3
Selene gasp.
I bolted the door the second Lucifer left, my hands shaking uncontrollably. My back pressed hard against the door as if it was the only thing keeping me upright, my chest heaving with each shallow breath. *What just happened?* The way his fingers had brushed through my hair, the mockery in his voice when he promised to kiss me soon… it was all too much.
I couldn’t move. My legs felt like jelly, my pulse racing so fast it was dizzying. Part of me wanted to run, to throw myself out the window or sprint through the halls in a desperate attempt to escape. But where would I go? Lucifer made it clear—there was no escaping him. Not in this mansion. Not even beyond it.
I forced a deep breath, pushing myself off the door, but the room felt suffocating. The window was wide open, the cool night air drifting in, yet it did nothing to calm me. My dress clung to my skin, damp from the tension of the night. I tugged at it, suddenly hating how exposed I felt in this flimsy fabric.
I glanced at the bed, but lying down felt impossible. Closing my eyes? No way. Not with his voice still echoing in my mind.
*”You’ll tell me what you truly desire…”*
His words slithered through my thoughts, making me feel sick. Desire? *I don’t desire anything from him.* But my body had betrayed me earlier when he touched me, and that… that terrified me more than anything.
I needed to clear my head. I needed air. I staggered toward the window and leaned out, inhaling the crisp night breeze. My eyes drifted toward the forest beyond the mansion, dark and silent under the moonlit sky. Could I run? Would he follow? Or worse, was this all a game to him—a twisted trap, waiting for me to make a move?
As I stood there, lost in my spiraling thoughts, I heard something—a soft, distant footstep. My heart shot into my throat. Was Lucifer coming back? My whole body tensed, frozen in place as I listened for the sound of the door handle turning. But nothing happened. The noise faded into the night, leaving only silence.
I let out a shaky breath, the tension in my body slowly easing, though my heart still pounded. My thoughts were a chaotic storm of fear, confusion, and something else—something I didn’t want to acknowledge. I was drawn to him, and that realization made me feel sick. I should hate him. I should fear him. But there was something about Lucifer… something I couldn’t put into words.
*Maybe it’s the way he looks at me… or the fact that I don’t know how to stop him.*
I closed my eyes, letting the cool night air wash over me, hoping it would clear my mind. But instead, I felt my body grow heavy, my exhaustion catching up with me. I didn’t even realize I was drifting off until everything around me faded, pulling me into a dream.
A DEAL WITH THE DEVIL : CHAPTER 31 – 40
The first thing I noticed was the cold. I was standing in the middle of a barren field, the ground beneath my feet damp and freezing. The sky above was a deep, unsettling red, and the wind whipped around me, pulling at my hair and clothes. I spun in place, trying to make sense of where I was, when I saw a figure in the distance, standing under a twisted, gnarled tree.
*Liam?*
I called out, but my voice sounded faint, swallowed up by the wind. I started walking toward him, my heart pounding with each step. But no matter how fast I moved, the distance between us grew longer.
It was like the ground was stretching out, pulling us further apart. Panic clawed at my chest as I tried to run, my feet dragging through the muddy earth, but it was no use. I couldn’t reach him.
The wind howled louder, and I heard a voice—Lucifer’s voice, cold and mocking.
*”They can’t save you.”*
I froze. The air around me seemed to still, the blood-red sky darkening above. Slowly, Liam turned to face me. His eyes… they were hollow, black, and lifeless. His skin pale, too pale, like he had been drained of all life.
*”Death is a welcoming gift,”* Lucifer’s voice echoed, sending a chill down my spine.
A DEAL WITH THE DEVIL : CHAPTER 31 – 40
I bolted upright, the faint rays of the morning sun filtering through the curtains, casting pale light across the room. My heart was still racing from the nightmare, the images of Liam’s dead, hollow eyes flashing through my mind. Lucifer’s voice echoed too, dark and certain: *“death a welcoming gift.”*
I pressed my hands to my face, trying to steady my breath. It had just been a dream, but the fear lingered like a heavy fog in my chest. I looked around the room, still half expecting someone to burst through the door or for the shadows to come alive. But there was nothing—just the haunting silence that filled the mansion.
I glanced at the clock on the wall. It was morning. Work. The one bit of normalcy I had left. I had to go, had to get out of here, if only for a few hours.
But… could I just leave? Was that even allowed?
I slid out of bed, my limbs heavy and my mind clouded with doubt. What if Lucifer stopped me? What if Lucien was lurking somewhere in the hallways, waiting for me to try and sneak out?
I shook the thoughts away and hurriedly changed back into my clothes from yesterday, the ones that didn’t make me feel like a doll dressed up for someone else’s amusement. I grabbed my bag and slung it over my shoulder, my heart pounding in my chest.
There was no way I could stay here any longer than I had to. I needed the air, the noise of the city, the clatter of dishes in the restaurant. Anything but this eerie silence.
I rushed toward the door, each step feeling like a race against time, as though any moment Lucifer might appear, or worse, that terrible smile of his would creep into my thoughts again.
But as soon as I descended the staircase and crossed into the main hall, I stopped dead in my tracks.
Lucifer was sitting at the head of the long dining table, looking effortlessly regal as he leaned back in the chair. His black coat hung loose, as if he didn’t have a care in the world.
Maids moved silently around him, setting plates of food before him, the quiet clink of silverware the only sound filling the room. The whole place felt like something out of a century-old painting.
Everything seemed ancient and out of time, like I’d been dropped into a strange world far from my own. There was no television, no modern distraction. Nothing but the overwhelming presence of him.
My mouth went dry, and before I could stop myself, I muttered under my breath, “This place feels like it’s from another time… there’s no TV or anything.”
Lucifer’s deep voice broke the silence. “Should I get one for you?” His tone was soft, almost teasing.
My eyes widened, and I realized, too late, that I had said that out loud. I froze, unsure of how to respond.
“I—I need to go to work,” I stammered, shifting my weight as if I could will myself to disappear.
A DEAL WITH THE DEVIL : CHAPTER 31 – 40
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