I wake up to a sharp pain hitting my eyes. I groan, trying to block it, only to find my arms restricted. Fluttering my eyes, I look around, only to see the red carpet staring back at me. The carpet looked familiar… this was the guest room.
"So, my lovely doll is finally awake."
His voice.
I was lying on my side on the carpet. I try to move my legs, only to find them tied with a rope. My arms are tied behind my back. Before I could even catch my breath, I feel a strong hand wrap around my neck and pull. My knees scrape against the floor as I am forced to sit.
"Ahhhh!"
I am met with the devil's grey eyes. He was sitting on a chair like a king, with me on my knees, right between his legs.
"You bastard!" I seethe, but before I can even say anything, his palm presses on my lips, silencing me.
"Shh, doll. Not a word. No one wants to hear you begging for mercy."
As if? Me? Begging? He is delusional.
He smirks, seeing the rage building in my eyes.
