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Author's infos Gender: Female Age: Secret Location: USA |
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| Introduction: Well, this is my first story. I would really, really like some constructive comments! | ||
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“Not again,” I moaned to myself. My eyes traced every inch of the cellar around me. All I could see from the dim light that illuminated off a small candle across the room were the metal walls that I knew not to touch. This room was just how I remembered it, hot, dark, and unforgiving... Yes, I know unforgiving isn’t really a word used to describe a room, but from my past experience in this torture chamber, I knew that there was no mercy to be given. I looked down at my pale, naked body drenched in sweat. Unlike last time, my ankles were chained down as well as my wrists. I guess I had lost all trust from everyone in this hell hole. I let out a scream. No, this was not a scream of pure terror like the ones I were soon to scream. This gut-wrenching outburst was out of pure frustration. I knew I shouldn’t have been so stupid. I shouldn’t have escaped. Of course he was going to be able to find me. He is fucking Satan for crying out loud. I took a deep breath in and slowly let it back out. Panicking would be a waste of time. I turned my head around the room again. Just like last time, not a single exit was available. This also meant that there were no visible entrances as well. This small fact had caused my eyes to cry a river just a year ago. I had thought I was left alone to starve. Luckily, I remembered that there were many doors and windows on the outside of this room making it available to anyone with a demonic face. I would be fed, I would be talked to, and I would get more water. Those small facts also meant that, even when I would want death to come, it wouldn’t. Just as I started to dream about the punishment I knew God damn well I was going to receive, Leonardo, a three foot tall, red creature with a hunchback, two horns, and a snake tongue, walked into the room with a tall glass of red wine and bread. “Long time no see, Avalon. How have you been?” Leonardo cheerfully addressed me. Leonardo was always the nicest, funniest creature in all of the universe. It was hard to be angry with him even though I wanted to try my best. “Well, I was pretty happy to be free from this awful place. Lucifer really needs to crank down the thermostat,” I replied back. Then I gave him the evil eye to try and look angry. Leonardo didn’t buy it. “You never were an actress,” he chuckled. “Man, I missed you! Why did you have to do this? Avalon, you know he is just going to treat you worse now that you broke the trust he had finally given you. You are so stupid.” Leonardo looked upset. It made me almost feel bad about running away, but then I remembered how much of a bastard Lucifer had been. “I didn’t like being hurt,” I cried back. “I loved some of you little demons, but I really missed my family. My sick mother needed me. When I went back to our small cottage, my mother died the following night. My siblings were shipped off to an orphanage before I had even went back!” I started to scream. “They fucking knew she was going to die and didn’t try to fix her. Satan did nothing to help either. I asked him time and time again for his help and all he said was, “She’ll belong to me soon enough. Then you will see her.” “Leonardo, what else could I have done?” I placed my hands over my face as I wept into them. All Leonardo could do was stare at me. I knew it wasn’t supposed to make me uncomfortable, but it did anyway. I bent my head over, so my long , blonde hair could cover my face more. If Leonardo could, he would comfort me. Sadly, as I had learned last time, Satan had ordered everyone in his underground kingdom to not lay a hand on me. No one dared to disobey him. As he set the small loaf of bread and glass of wine just close enough that I could reach, he mumbled something that sounded a lot like sorry. He then ran out in a flash. Even when my stomach growled, I did not touch the food. That night I fell asleep curled up on the floor. I wanted to lay my head down against the wall so bad, but I knew better. They were purposefully made to burn any human who laid a hand on the scorching metal. It prevented them from causing the walls to make the annoying clang Lucifer hated. Of course, the room was sound proof, but he didn’t want to take the chance of hearing it while in the room. I awoke with a kick to the stomach. My hands jumped up to my torso as I looked up to see yet another demon. “Get your ass up, whore.” Uh, I hated this one. He was always sent by Satan when he was angry with me. This gigantic demon scared the crap out of me, and Satan knew it. He knew I wouldn’t put up a fight or even make a peep. Ares threw one small flapjack at my face. “Here’s breakfast, cunt.” I started to cry once again as I saw he had also dragged along a cart filled with an assortment of devices. Ares noticed that my blue eyes could not stop looking at the door as another demon brought in the video camera Satan liked to use when punishing me. He would review the act in his free time to see if I broke any rules that he hadn’t seen. “Satan has got a lot in store for you,” he chuckled. Without thinking I idiotically spit right onto Ares face. I hate that prick so much. His reaction was way quicker than I thought it would be. “What the fuck?” Ares shouted. He wrapped his hand firmly around my neck and looked right at my face, so our noses would be touching. I tried looking away, but his grip held me right in place. I did the only thing that came to mind and screamed such an awful scream. Ares just laughed. “You think that would really work in here? Such a stupid human. No one cares about you Avalon.” The way he said that last sentence made me cry even more. Luckily, my scream did work. Lucifer tackled Ares to the floor so hard the metal cracked. “What did I say about touching Avalon, Ares? What did I fucking say?” He slammed Ares head down to the floor twice. A pool of blood started forming. “I’m terribly sorry, Sir. She spat on my face, and I lost control,” Ares responded back nervously. I had never seen him so scared. “Oh did she now?” Lucifer questioned. Oh shit, I thought to myself. I’m screwed. Keeping a hand wrapped around Ares, Lucifer turned to look at me. “Avalon,” his tone was beckoning and kind, “did you spit on Ares face?” I was terrified. I knew I shouldn’t lie to Lucifer because I knew he would know me all to well, but human instincts tried moronically to get me out of trouble. “No,” was all I could choke out. “Avalon, speak to me properly, dear.” “No, I did not spit on Ares,” I mumbled back. God damnit! He knows I’m lying. I’m going to die. He started getting angry with me. “Avalon, you know I fucking hate liers. Now, tell me the truth.” I couldn’t admit it. Yes, the consequences were going to be far worse if I kept lying, but my pride would not allow me to admit it even if he knew. “I already told you that I did not spit on Ares. He is lying.” Satan’s hand released Ares. “You may go. Oh ya, shut the door behind you too.” My stomach turned as I screamed another horrifying scream hoping that Leonardo might help me. It was no use. Satan walked over and grabbed a gag as well as nipple clamps from his cart then turned on his video camera. The red light beamed throughout the dark room, and I knew I was about to feel the worst pain ever. Unlike the first time I was beaten just a year ago, I didn’t put up a fight. All I did was cry. The rebellious sixteen year old who hadn’t been broken wasn’t in me anymore. The frightened seventeen year old who sat before Satan had been in this situation before and was broken. I knew not to fight, for it would just hurt me more. The red gag was placed into my mouth. I shut my eyes waiting for the nipple clamps to be placed firmly onto my chest. Satan just laughed. Then, Lucifer wiped the tears from both my eyes. “Please, open your eyes dear.” Even though it sounded like a question, I knew it was meant to be taken as an order. This was an order I refused to listen to though. I fucking hate this man. He is so Bipolar it’s scary. One second he would be the angel he was born as. The handsome Lucifer and God’s right hand man. Then, he would suddenly become the horrific fallen angel everyone had learned to address as Satan. I swore it all was just an act to make me psychotic. My hands made two identical fists. “Now, Avalon.” He started to sound annoyed, not sympathetic. I still refused to open my eyes. I would not be hypnotized by that face right now. Oh what gorgeous face it was. His chin was perfectly chiseled, his lips were puffy without creating a feminine look, and his eyes were clear oceans that sucked you in. Even his blonde, shaggy hair made you drool. Do not submit, Avalon. Stay strong, I kept repeating in my head. |
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