A DEAL WITH THE DEVIL : CHAPTER 81 – 90
I scoffed, unable to hide the disgust in my tone. “Are you insane?”
He took a step closer, and I felt the air grow colder, the weight of his gaze pressing down on me like a physical force. His hand wrapped around my neck, firm but not painful—yet.
My breath hitched as I met his gaze, seeing the playful smile fade to something more dangerous, his eyes a dark, simmering red.
“Do not raise your voice at me,” he murmured, his tone still deceptively calm. “You’re only alive because of me, Selene. You should be thanking me every day for the privilege.”
His grip tightened slightly, just enough to make my pulse race. He leaned closer, so close I could feel his breath against my cheek, feel the weight of his words settling over me like a curse. “You will do as I say, and that is the end of it.”
A tear slipped down my cheek, and I swallowed hard, forcing the words out even though they felt like shards of glass scraping my throat. “Why? Why can’t you just end it? Just kill me, Lucifer. I don’t want to live like this—like your prisoner.”
His expression didn’t soften. If anything, he seemed amused, like my suffering was some dark entertainment for him. “You have no choice,” he said coldly, releasing me with a slight shove. I stumbled back, catching myself, but the emptiness that settled inside me was worse than any pain he could have inflicted.
I watched him walk out, his steps calm and measured, like he hadn’t just shattered every last shred of hope I’d been clinging to.
I stood there in the middle of the living room, feeling the hot sting of tears as they traced down my cheeks. I couldn’t hold it back anymore—I didn’t even try.
I collapsed onto the floor, my shoulders shaking as the sobs tore through me, every breath a struggle.
I couldn’t breathe, couldn’t think. Everything felt hollow, meaningless. I wanted to escape, to leave this nightmare, but no matter how much I dreamed of freedom, I was trapped here.
Footsteps echoed softly, approaching me. I looked up through my tears, my vision blurring slightly, and saw Liam standing there.
His face was twisted with anger, frustration, and something else I couldn’t quite place. Without a word, he reached down, taking my hand gently but firmly.
“Let’s go,” he murmured, his voice low and urgent. Before I could question him, he pulled me up, his grip steady and unyielding
As I took a breath, wiping the last traces of my tears from my cheeks, I stepped away from the door and faced him, forcing myself to steady the tremble in my voice. “What are you doing here, Liam?”
He looked at me, desperation written all over his face. “Let’s get out of this place together,” he said, his voice thick with urgency. “I can’t leave you here, Selene. Not with him.”
My heart twisted painfully at the sincerity in his voice. Part of me wanted to grab his hand, to escape with him and leave all of this behind.
But I couldn’t let him get hurt. I couldn’t drag him into this nightmare, no matter how much I wanted to believe he could protect me.
“Liam,” I whispered, forcing myself to stay strong, “do you want to get yourself killed? Why would you even come here?”
“Because I love you,” he said, stepping closer, the rawness in his voice breaking down the last of my defenses.
He reached for me, his hands hovering just inches from mine as though he was afraid to touch me, afraid I’d pull away. “Let’s go, Selene. I swear, I’ll keep you safe.”
I squeezed my eyes shut, clenching my fists so tightly my nails dug into my palms. I wanted to believe him, wanted to let him be my savior, my way out. But reality crashed back into me, and I shook my head, holding back another wave of tears.
“You can’t,” I said, my voice harsh, breaking on every word. “You’re too weak, Liam. You can’t protect me. You can’t do anything for me, not against him. Please, just go. Leave, before he finds you here.”
Liam’s face fell, defeat clouding his eyes, but I couldn’t let myself soften, couldn’t give in to the part of me that wanted to hold him close. I swallowed hard, the taste of guilt bitter on my tongue as I forced myself to whisper, “Now, Liam. Please… go.”
For a moment, he just stood there, the weight of my words hanging between us.
The pain in his eyes was worse than anything Lucifer could have inflicted on me. Watching him hurt, watching him realize that I was truly pushing him away—it was like tearing my own heart out.
A DEAL WITH THE DEVIL : CHAPTER 81 – 90
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