Slaved to a Devil [lesbian] novel Chapter 23

Elise

I stop instantly when I hear Lauren’s screams. Retracting from her, I watch silently and terrified as her body breaks and reforms into something entirely menacing on the ground.

Just like all the times before, her entire cornea is now an opaque black, no soul or life within them.

Claws extend from her fingers and long fangs from her lips. Her skin shades into a dark burgundy, with scales clawing out of her once blemishless complexion.

Standing helpless as the woman I have become so close to becomes near unrecognisable, with the sound of cracking bones filling the room.

Despite my body screaming to run, my feet remain planted to the ground. She’s a predator, you turn your back, it will attack.

Closing my eyes and attempting not to hyperventilate with the amount of fear consuming my sense, I hug myself, if only to make myself smaller and find comfort in something.

Nothing can be done though, as a tingling sensation of terror rolls down my spine as I feel hot breaths against my shoulder.

Opening my eyes, I realise what I have already suspected. Lauren is no longer on the ground, transforming into something else, but is standing behind me, sizing up its prey.

Remaining as still as possible, as not to aggravate the beast, I focus on its breath and any other sounds I can manage.

The cracking of bones have thankfully subsided, and my shaking inhales with it’s deep horse like breaths being the only sounds left in the room.

“L-L-Lauren?” I whisper, hoping in one final attempt to reach her.

I turn around slowly, hoping my movements won’t provoke the devil side of Lauren. She remains motionless though, analysing every moment slowly and meticulously.

I can still make out her beautiful face, despite the inch long fangs and maroon, snakelike skin. Her high cheekbones and long slender nose is still visible. Her hair is no longer blonde though, but instead raven black, as dark as her lifeless eyes. She tilts her head as I come full circle, facing her completely now.

I stare in amazement at the webbed wings stretched out from her shoulders to six feet either side of her.

“Lauren?”

She remained motionless, her breathing just feather lightly grazing my face in puffs.

I bring up my hand slowly trying to touch her face in a way to calm her and let her recognise me in some way. But before my hand can even extend to her face, I am caged in tightly by her arms, winding me before flinging both of us into the air with her wings lifting us from the ground.

I hold onto her as tight as I can and scream as my body hits the glass window shattering it and allowing for it to splinter my skin as she flies us above her estate.

I bury my face into her neck and try my hardest not to look down or let go, despite the being’s hold on me being tight already.

The wind coldly blows over my half naked body, but I’m too paralysed to mind, besides Lauren’s constant body heat serves as a guard.

When she deems the height appropriate, she finally haunts her ascent and we remain held in the air by her long powerful wings. I chance a look down to the ground, but only small make out the estate below us, about the size of an ant.

Fear inhabits my body, more so than it has already and I begin to shaky in her tight embrace.

“L-l-Lauren,” I stutter, not removing my face from her naked, scaled but surprisingly soft shoulder as tears rolled down my face. “You’re scaring me, please can we go back to the ground?”

She doesn’t respond, resulting in me lifting my head from her shoulder to gauge her expression. But she holds the same curiosity as she examines me.

“Ground,” I say more sternly and pointing downwards so she can understand. “I want to be on the ground.”

She tilts her head and tightens her jaw, almost looking determined. Her hands move downwards, gripping my bare bottocks and wrapping my legs around her torso.

“Lauren…” I barely get out before she manvouvers herself into a dive towards the earth.

The air leaves my lungs but the speed of the wind carries my scream away.

“St-st-stop,” I stuttered into her neck, clawing my nails into her back to try and stabilise myself.

At my instructions she levels out, bringing us into a controlled easy glide twenty feet from the ground.

Her claws scratch gently at my back, trying to comfort me and retract my head from her shoulders, but I keep it buried, with my eyes tightly shut until we come to a complete halt with a small jolt, standing upright now.

Tears are still descending my cheeks and I refuse to remove myself from around her, scared of what she could do to me next.

The jostling of her walking doesn’t settle my thundering heartbeat as it punches into my chest. Only when I feel the softness of fabric under me do I let her go and fall to the bed.

I quickly retreat from her form though, seeing her menacing face still just looking at me like I was a puzzle.

Her gaze quickly shifts and locks onto my arms, still bleeding from the glass shards.

I flinch away from her as she springs towards me, straddling me and effortlessly grabs my arms against my protest and strength to inspect the cuts.

Her eyebrows frown a little as she moves closer as she follows the dried and fresh blood trailing down my arm from the speed of the flying whipping the droplets around.

She lets go of my arms eventually and unexpectedly picks me up from the bed, sending white hot fear down my spine once more. I don’t fight back though, I know it’s pointless against her strength.

She lowers me into the bathtub and retreats to the cabinet to get a first aid kit.

When she returns, she frowns with her nails being in the way as she tries to gently clean, dry and bandage the cuts on my arms.

When she’s finished, she carries me to the bed and drops me onto it. I’m too stunned and confused to know how to react, even as she was pulling the glass from my arm with her nails, I sat as motionless as possible besides letting my eyes watch her movements.

Standing over me, she glares down at me, her hands to her sides and her eyes seeming as empty and black as a starless night.

“Alright I’ll stay, but I’m going to carefully lower myself down to lie on your chest. I am not going to trap you, or try anything, my arms are just going to reach either side of your head so I don’t push on your wings.”

I slowly travel my hands one at a time to sit next to her head and gently lower myself onto her front. Her hands stay on my thighs, but now on the back of them.

I also keep my head away from her neck, so it doesn’t seem too threatening to her, although out of the two of us, I’d say I have more reason to fear her than she me.

I keep eye contact with her as we come chest to chest, but stop there, not knowing what else to do. I’m too scared to move forward but I’ve also come too far to go back.

I’ve reached the part of the mountain where I don’t see a way forward but it isn’t safe to get down, but staying where I am only increases my chances to fall and die. At least down comes with the prospects of life.

“I d-d-don’t think I can do this,” I stuttered and sat up again.

I’m about to swing my legs over the bed and make a run for it, when I feel her grip my shirt, her nails ripping through the fabric as she pulls me to her chest again. She’s too damn fast, when did she even sit up.

She growls again, this time softer than the last, but it still doesn't help my racing heart or the tears now pooling in my waterline. My hands shoot up in surrender again and I clench my jaw and eyes shut, as she brings her face closer to mine. One lone tear overflows through my tight lids and tracks down my face.

I flinch when I feel her soft thumb pad swipes away the wet streak on my cheek. A sob tore through my shaken body before I could even reel it in.

What is she even doing, being all gentle to me? She doesn’t want me to leave but she doesn’t want me to touch her. Why is she even delaying killing me? Is this what she did to Maria? Play with her mind then tear her apart and leave the mess for Lauren to clean up and live with?

Her step mother really is a fucking bitch.

I take one long breath in to control myself before mustering up as much courage as I can. I’m still shaking, with my eyes glued closed, but my voice is firm which is all I can hope for.

“If you're going to kill me, can you just get it over and done with? Preferably in a clean way so there's less for Lauren to see when she comes back.”

A low growl rumbled through her chest and tickled my face.

“I don’t know maybe keep my body as intact as possible, I don’t want my mother to see my body torn apart when she wants to identify me. Although Lauren had said that you left Maria unrecognisable.”

More tears leak out of the corners of my eye, but not of fear anymore, but rather acceptance and resignation.

“Also if you can maybe tell Lauren that I really loved our date, and that I wished for another. Yeah I think I would have loved a second date, one where we could dance together, or just laugh the whole day.”

Her hands move quickly around my body, the one cupping my neck and the other holding my shoulder.

Another sob escapes me as she pulls me into her.

To think my last sight would have been the snarling face of the woman who showed me love an hour ago, to now being transformed into a demon.

Well I guess this is it. I feel a kiss being laid on the crown of my head, plunging me into darkness.