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Sep 04, 2013 03:10PM
Irene backed up into the hallway, her eyes wide with horror and her mouth a gap, her hand clasped over her mouth. If she didn't have one sense she would have dropped the torch and ignited the beautiful red carpet up. Irene walked out of the doors and a couple of paces backwards, slowly, until she ran into someone and jumped. She slowly turned around to see the monster from earlier and she swallowed hard. Those most have been disobedient slaves of his that he killed.
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Shetan's small smirk disappeared as he turned serious and hard as he looked down at her. "This is what happens when a slave is disobedient to the point where a whipping or any other form of torturous punishment is not good enough," he said ominously, looking down into her fear-filled eyes with his cold, monstrous, red eyes.
Irene wide blue eyes looked up at him, realizing that he had dangerous and evil looking red eyes. He was for sure a demon but she wondered what wen ton behind those eyes, if all demons really were.. evil and mischief and so forth. For all she knew this guy never seemed to crack a smile. Irene straightened up and squared her shoulders, closing her mouth and narrowing her eyes as if nothing had frightened her. "The only one losing something here is another as you call 'slave' to work. But I wont work so." she shrugged simply.
"You may just end up joining the corpses, your soul joining their souls in everlasting fire, if you continue to be a stubborn, little idiot," Shetan said coldly. "I am stubborn, too. Or else you could help fill up the empty dungeons." But then he took a look inside that room of bodies. "Speaking of dead, rotting corpses, I'm hungry," he said in a creepy way, his eyes glowing dangerously in a hungry, twisted way. Then he rushed in and started biting and tearing at one corpse, starting to devour it. He was just like a greedy, sick, twisted creature of the night, the demon he was.
Irene felt her heart race speed up rapidly, her breathing getting thinner at the thought of being killed and slaughtered like the rest of the bodies in the room she had walked into. She shook her head, trying to get those thoughts away before she started to freak out of gave into him. "I'm not stubborn, I just don't give in easily or do what ignorant, and obnoxious bastards tell me to do and when to do it." she said, placing her hands on her hips to prove her point. Irene tensed whenever he said he was hungry, the look in his eyes and she braced herself whenever he looked like he was coming towards her but instead he went passed her. She turned around to see him ripping apart a corpse and she gasped, eyes widened but then she thought of something. She quickly shit the large doors and grabbed one of the wooden poles meant for a torch and put it in the handles to keep him from getting out.
As Shetan was eating up the corpse, he saw her trying to lock him in. After she was finishing, his great, huge fist suddenly came right through the wooden door. "You are the obnoxious bastard," he yelled from behind the door. "And you are stubborn! And you cannot keep me in here." He punched through the door again on the other side with his other fist. His demonic strength was truly horrible, shocking, incredible, and frightening. Then he pushed down the doors all of the sudden.
Irene stood there for a long time, trying to see if he noticed that he was locked in or if he would do anything to try and get out. She jumped whenever he punched a hand through the door and she sucked in a breath, frozen to her spot until he finally began to talk. One of the pieces of wood almost hit her that flew off the door whenever he hit it. Irene snapped back to reality and got the feeling in her legs. Run . She bolted down the long always, her feet patting on the cobble stone as she was getting halfway down whenever he knocked down both the doors and she ran as hard as she could, until her ribs were hurting , but didn't stop.
Once Shetan was out, he began to chase her down the hallways, turning a lot to go through the twists and turns. It was then that he remembered his headache. It hurt quite badly, yet he had forgotten all about it. He gave a roar of pain and exhaustion and irritation and anger as he chased her. He couldn't really see her anymore, but he was sure he was on the right track. Besides, he wouldn't get lost in his own mansion. Then as he was running, he saw her as he rounded a bend. He gained on her more and more. Despite his huge size, he was a fast runner.
Irene heard his large feet hitting the floor and booming off the walls behind her, causing her to run at her hardest, sprinting but she knew in time it wouldn't be any use. Who's ever heard of a small human girl out running a large demon man? She looked over her shoulder to see him disappear somewhere but she soon saw him again not long after. Irene felt her ribs aching and her body hot, her mouth tasted warm like blood instead of saliva. She looked over her shoulder again and she saw he was even more closer now than before.
Shetan soon succeeded in catching up to her in the middle of a long, empty, dark hallway. His huge, black arm suddenly wrapped firmly around her neck, holding her there in place. Expertly controlling his strength, Shetan knew he could have beheaded her by squeezing with just the right amount of tightness and pressure. But he didn't and instead just choked her a bit with his arm. He was breathing fast and heavy, panting and getting his breath back, but he was suffering from the headache still, and the pain showed in his eyes. Running as fast as you could with a headache was not always the best thing.
Irene felt something wrap around her neck all of a sudden and those footsteps behind her disappeared. She knew that Shetan, the monster, had caught her. She had no chance at all. Irene let out a small yelp with was little air was left in her lungs. She gripped his large arm, digging her small nails into it as she was gasping for hair, having already been panting for a breath, this wasn't helping her at all. Irene started to kick and punch him in the legs and arms but it did no use.
Shetan growled, partly because of the headache, and partly because of her kicking and punching him. He only continued to keep his arm firmly around her neck as he began dragging her out of the hallway and up to her designated room that was in the same hallway as the rooms of the other slaves. He could have chosen to throw her back in the dungeon, but locking her in her room could be the same thing as a dungeon. Continuing to growl softly and continuously from the headache pain, he took her upstairs and threw her in her room, standing in the doorway.
Irene couldnt even feel a sliver if air coming through her mouth or nose, everytime she breathed in the air stopped in her throat. Thanks to his large muscular arm crushing it and choking her. She was starting to see small black stares and she blinked they were still there. Irene couldnt even feel her legs anymore, or any strength for that matter, therefore she didnt fight back or couldnt. All of a sudden she saw she was on the ground, and no pressure was on her throat now. She gasped and sucked in air until she could feel her body again and see no stars. She began to cough and gag, slowly gaining her breath. Irene looked up to realize she was in a very different place, not her dungeob, but a prison cell like bedroom. Why was she here?
Shetan crossed his arms over his chest, towering over the doorway. He had to bend down a bit in order to walk in the room. He only took a few steps in. "This is your room," he said. "All the other slave rooms are like this, only this one doesn't have a window. I wouldn't want you trying anything funny." Shetan attempted to hide the pain in his eyes, for his headache continued to bother him.
(Ugh, good reads ate my post)Irene looked up at his towering figure, seeing all of his muscles and veins from what his clothes didn't cover up. She then looked to his blood red, demon eyes that scared her out of her mind and she saw a spark of something, and it wasn't anything good she could tell. Irene eye brows furrowed whenever she heard him say 'try anything funny' was he thinking she would commit suicide? That was worse than staying here... She felt this weird feeling, not just fear but to be obedient. She tried to shake it away but didn't want to end up like the rest of the slave's that were. killed
Shetan then closed the door and locked it, assuming she didn't have anything she wanted to say in response. He gave a heaving sigh, glad that he could finally lie down and rest and hope that his headache would go away. He went to his room nearby and collapsed in bed. It was starting to get dark outside, and the light from the full moon began to shine more and more on his black body the darker it got outside, shining on his hideous face and bare chest and stomach. Shetan never wore a shirt, due to his uncivilized and animalistic nature. He groaned and moaned as he held his head.
Irene got up off of the floor not long after he left, and swallowed, trying to pull herself back together like a puzzle. She looked around the small room, it was just like a dungeon like he said and how she had observed before. She walked over to the bed and sat down, seeing how pitch black it was but she had just enough light from the door, the light in the hall peeking trhough. Irene laid down on the bed and slipped under it, feeling it was cold and she shivered at the feel.
Shetan slowly fell asleep after suffering for a hour. Soon he was in a deep, peaceful sleep. He needed the sleep a lot, and it would help his headache. When he woke up in the morning, his headache was gone, much to his relief. He sighed, getting up out of bed and leaving the room. He got all the slaves out of bed before unlocking and opening Irene's door as he passed it.
Irene hadn't fallen asleep until maybe an hour before all the slaves were to be woken up and put to work. She jolted whenever she heard a door click and creak open. Irene sat up, looking around the dark room, she blinked. She remembered now that she had been captured by those fowl demons and she glared at the door. Irene slipped out of the bed and felt a piece of fabric pool to her ankles. Irene looked down to see she was now wearing a silk white gown "When did I..?"
Shetan did not stop to look at her much as he opened her door. He just kept on walking, opening the doors of the other slaves. Soon the slaves were eating breakfast and going out into the fields to work. Shetan came out after them, standing at the edge of the field to watch over them.
Irene didn't go with the other slaves, she did not leave her room very much. She did not get dressed, she did not get to work. Irene just stood in her room our looking around the hallway in the gown that she had woken up on. Of curse a few of the slaves working gave her odd looks but she refused to work. Until one of the demon guards came and did something about it. "What are you doing here? Your suppose to be working!" he snarled and threw her against the wall near them.
Shetan was still watching the other slaves, completely unaware that Irene was not there. But when he started looking around at each of the slaves and didn't see her, he got suspicious. He went back inside to see the demon guard throwing her against the wall near some other slaves that were going out.
Irene let out a whimper, still sore and in pain from the whips and how rough Shetan was with her last night whenever he caught her. The demon ran a finger down her cheek as he crouched down. "You know I don't understand why Shetan gets all of his lovelys for himself. We demons have sexual desires too." He said in a smooth tone "Too bad, you seem like a fun little human." He sighed softly
Shetan came up behind him with his arms crossed. "Anything the matter, guard?" he said firmly and sternly. He didn't like the way this demon was talking to her. She was a slave, and no one was to act that way to her without his permission.
The demon, Aemon, yes narrowed whenver he heard King Sheetans voice. He looked into Irene's eyes with his yellow ones, almost threateningly. "Yes, Shetan there is. This new slave by Irene refuses to work or even dress. I was considering punishing her like all the other slaves get when thy dont work." he said easily. Party lying partly not. Irene swallowed hard, pain in her large eyes along with a great amount of fear. For the first time, she was thankful that Shetan was here.
"And what kind of punishment are you wanting her to have? Punishment by dragging her in bed with you and using her to your own desires?" Shetan said harshly and with venom. Shetan was not stupid and knew what this demon was trying to do. "Since I am the master, I shall punish her in the proper way." He pulled out his whip.
Aemon tensed slightly whenever he heard Shetans tone and what he was saying. He knew that Shetan wasn't stupid but eh wasn't going to admit anything, besides he hadn't totally lied about what he said. Aemon stood up from sitting in front of Irene "I'll see you around, Irene.." he said with a slight grin before looking to Shetan and walking away. Irene swallowed and looked up at Aemon as he said that. Whenever Aemon left she looked to Shetan and saw the whip and began to shrink back against the wall.
Shetan stepped closer to her. "If he attempts to do anything stupid, you have my permission to fight him." Then without another word, Shetan gave her a couple lashes with the whip before stopping. Then he threw her her clothes to change into.
Irene sucked in her breath whenever he took a step closer and she tried to move further back but that was impossible. She would have gotten up and ran but Shetan could easily catch her and she figured that out last night. she opened her mouth to say something but then she felt the first lash and let out a cry, the whip smacking against her chest and stomach. The rest continued to hit int he same general area and she was left, shivering and puckered with tears.
"Now change and come out to work," Shetan ordered. Then he left, leaving her and the slave clothes with her. He put the whip back in his pocket and went back outside to resume watching the slaves, crossing his arms over his broad chest.
Irene swallowed down the tears, she refused to cry for the demon. She wobbly got up, her stomach and chest bleeding a good bit as she limped into her room and stiffly changed into the slave clothes. She looked at herself in a small mirror that was on the wall and she cringed at what she had to wear how she looked. What did Irene expect? she wasn't able to bathe in days and she had been bleeding often and living in a stable called a cell. She hesitantly walked out of the room, gripping her stomach.
Shetan was still out in the fields, watching the slaves. He was expecting Irene to not come out and then him having to whip her again, but he was slightly surprised when he saw her slowly coming out the door. He sat on a stump as he watched her come out in the distance.
Irene looked around at the large field, seeing many women and not a single man out here working. She swallowed as she had no clue as to what to do. There was no guide, no one there to help her, no signs of what she was going to do. But Irene began to become nervous that if she didn't get to work, she would be whipped again and she wasn't sure if she could handle that anymore.
Shetan slowly came over to her. "The slaves are pulling up weeds. That is your job as well," he told her emotionlessly before walking back over to the stump and sitting down. He watched her intently to see her next move.
Irene was looking over at a few of the slaves, not noticing what they were doing but she was seeing their condition, how they acted and what they wore. Most of them wore the same she did, some had dirt on their cheeks, some were very beautiful but were lost and glossed with sadness. Irene heard large footsteps coming towards her and she looked over to see Shetan and she tensed up, preparing to be whipped. Whenever he ended up only saying what she needed to do she found herself sighing in relief.Irene walked over to a short pile of tools. She looked around until she found one that she sort of thought would work. It was a short, sharp, scythe that she had seen before in older time movies of people farming. Irene picked it up and walked over to where a couple of girls were working and she watched how they did it, getting a few glances from them, Irene began to copy how they did it until she finally figured it out.
What had gotten into Irene? Why was she now working for the lord demon?
Shetan watched her as she began to work, satisfied. The other slaves continued to work. They were in good condition, and Shetan hardly ever had to whip any of them. Irene was the first slave he had that was stubborn. All the other slaves were more meek and timid and shy. Despite his cruelty, mainly towards Irene, Shetan was fair in other ways. He gave slaves Fridays, Saturdays, Sundays, and holidays off, and he made sure they had three meals a day. He knew that his slaves would work better if they were healthy and well-fed, and they would be no use to him if they were in poor condition.
When the sunset came, Shetan announced to the slaves that they were done. He got up off the stump and watched as the slaves began to file inside the house. But Shetan stayed outside for a bit to watch the sun sink down below the horizon.
When the sunset came, Shetan announced to the slaves that they were done. He got up off the stump and watched as the slaves began to file inside the house. But Shetan stayed outside for a bit to watch the sun sink down below the horizon.
Irene had broke into a sweat and she had to secretly sit down a few times, feeling dizzy and not so good in the heat. She hadn't eaten since she was put into the dungeon and her wounds from previously being whipped. She was angry though at Shetan, of course, but she was also mad that he had whipped her for no reason. She hadn't done anything wrong had she? I mean.. she didn't know where to go to work, how to work, and she was the one being approached by a disgusting and perverted demon! Irene looked over whenever she heard Shetan's voice and everyone began to head inside. She looked over to see that she sun was setting and she was thankful that it was time to stop working. Irene tossed her tool onto the piled and stopped near it, gripping her stomach and looked down at her clothes. She had a huge blood stain and blood was starting to leak through onto her fingers. She began to become nervous, worried that she would bleed to death or get an infection from working out here in the dirt.
Shetan watched the sun disappear before he looked over and saw Irene gripping her stomach. He could have chosen not to help her, but she would be no good to him like this if he just allowed her to bleed to death. So he walked over to her. "There is a first aid kit in the nearest bathroom," he told her, crossing his arms.
Irene looked over at Shetan whenever he came over, towering over her like a tower he seemed to be. She glared at him, hate and anger in her eyes. Irene gripped the blood stained part of her shirt, trying to hide it in her fist even though she was in much pain. "And..? What is your point?" she asked, standing up straight the most that she could with her shoulders square in her chin up.
Shetan glared back at her with the same hate and anger. "My point is if you're going to work for me, you're no good to me like this," he said sharply. "Now make your choice: first aid kit or bleeding to death and horrible pain!"
Irene's eyes narrowed even more. This demon only cares for his slaves if they can work. He could have little to no emotion for them! Irene thought in hatred. "You really are a monster. You are like the other slaves have spoken of in the cells. Your nothing but a pathetic asshole who things he's all high and mighty and no one can hurt him." she began, standing her ground. "I, or no one may be able to physically hurt you but I'm sure that you have been or will be emotionally hurt. And I'm ninety nine percent positive that you have been hurt before. Abandonment, betrayal, death. Something. Or you wouldn't be like this." She said, shaking her head. "Why do you think I'm not an open book? Or that I'm so stubborn?"
"I think you are a piece of filth that should have never been born, a pathetic, idiotic bastard that thinks she can talk down a demon higher in authority over her in order to try to bring herself up and feel good about herself," Shetan snapped. "And what brought you to think this stupid thought that I have been hurt? A demon can be born evil by nature, of course."
"Well I'm glad you think of me that way but that may change. Because you've only known me for now two days and opinions and impressions always change." Irene said with a slight shrug "A I honestly could care less if you were down in the ditch peasant demon. If he still acted the way you do, I would be saying the same thing." She added before continuing. "And you have been hurt, everyone gets hurt some way or the other. I mean, of course your a demon now but what were you before? If I've read correctly, and mark me if I'm wrong, God created humans and those who are evil or have done wrong go to the pits of Hell and be re-birthed there, sometimes, as a demon." "Maybe you have done wrong before but what made you want to do wrong things? It wasn't just that you love the feel of blood or the feel of wrong, everyone has a real reason and that isn't one."
"I will certainly mark you wrong, for you know nothing of me," Shetan told her with a sneer. "I am the only demon, or at least one of the rare few, that has been born a full-blooded demon. I was never some wretched human filth like you, and I'm glad I was never human. I want to do evil things because I am a demon, and I am proud to be horrible. It gives me a twisted pleasure. You are stupid to think I was once innocent. From the day I was born, I loved everything evil."
Irene stayed silent for awhile, even after he had finished up talking. She just watched him carefully as she collected her words. "Maybe you are right there about being born a fully-blooded demon and you were never once innocent but that doesn't mean you haven't been hurt. That doesn't mean you don't feel internal pain by words or feeling alone. You have felt pain. Admit it. You'll get moe respect that way. Especially from me."
Shetan narrowed his eyes at her. "That is none of your business," he growled. "I don't need your respect to feel good." He held his head up a bit, glaring at her. "You don't know that I've felt hurt. You just want to think I'm better than I am. You might as well stop trying to see good in me, slave," he said with venom. He did not trust Irene at all and hated her, so he wasn't going to share his personal memories with her so fast.
Sighing and shaking her head softly, already seeing his eyes narrowed at her and the growl in his throat disappointed her. "Alright, I understand that you like to keep things hidden and bottled up. But soon it wont feel good keeping it all bottled up. You'll need to let it out, demon. And when you do, remember humans are nothing but stubborn, idiotic bastards." She said simply before turning on her heal and heading back inside. Irene had the last word this time and she made sure it stung.
"Thank you, I will," Shetan sneered before going inside and up to his room. He did not feel hurt, but rather satisfied that he had told her what he wanted to say. His heart was cold and hard as he retired to bed and lay down before drifting off to sleep after a while.
Irene was taken off into another room, given a small brown towel along with the other female slaves and moved along into a stone floored room. "Undress and go into the shower room. You know the procedure humans." a demon boomed before leaning against the wall and the slaves began to undress, not caring he was there while the new and shyer ones hid somewhat. Irene glanced around, of course whenever she was in school she saw her friends half naked in gym but never naked! She bit her lip and sighed. She tugged off her shirt and pants, shoes and all before quickly covering her body with the small towel and linning up.
A bit later, Shetan began to have nightmares, the memories of his parents dying rehearsing over and over again in his dreams. Finally he woke up, his eyes opening suddenly, before he sighed and got up out of bed, unable to sleep.
