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He takes a breath and nods in agreement.

I storm out of the room. I’m going to fucking snap. She has the audacity to ignore me and whore around in a fucking sex club. As if I don’t fulfill all of her fucking fantasies. I have been nothing but fucking nice to her. If she wants me to be her Devil, then I’ll show her the fucking Devil.

I sink into my driver’s seat and grip my steering wheel trying to remain fucking calm when all I want to do is go on a fucking murder spree. She is mine. She will never fucking escape. I will ruin her.

She will have no one else when I am fucking done with her— and that’s the best part. I’ll never be done with her, and she’ll never have anyone else.

19

Evelyn

After last night, I feel a sense of freedom. I’m almost giddy. No one, not even Astra, made me feel like shit for what I had done. Instead, I was admired and respected. We came home, as I promised, and Astra ended up leaving early this morning. Nothing bad happened, and I’m not living in fucking guilt.You loved it. You weren’t hiding anymore.

I turn on my shower to get ready for class. I almost forgot that I had class today because I was so hyped up from the night before. I haven’t been to class in a week since the whole kidnapping. I’m not looking forward to all of the questions people will have.

My parents haven’t even spoken to me. It’s like I wasn’t even gone. Not that I can tell them, but some concern would be nice.

I step into my shower and wash my body as the song “Freak” by Doja Cat filters throughout the en-suite bathroom. Thank God for laser hair removal—my showers are always quick and easy.

I step out from my shower and grab my fresh towel, which I laid out. I drape it around myself and step into my closet to get dressed. I throw on a pair of my favorite leggings and a sports bra. I pair it with the matching pullover. I put on my tennis shoes and step back into the bathroom to finish my hair. I always love feeling refreshed and today is going to be a good fucking day.

I blow-dry my hair and pull it into a clean high pony. Then I do some light make-up. I glance in the mirror, looking at my glowing complexion. I don’t even recognize myself.You aren’t yourself right now. You’ll hate yourself for what you’ve done.

I spray my perfume and walk through it. I won’t let the negative thoughts ruin my day.

I walk out of the bathroom, and I am immediately thrown against the wall. The wind gets knocked out of me as I come face to face with the Devil. He holds me in place with his forearm pressing into my chest; his touch is unforgiving.

My chest feels like it is caving in on itself. Pain blossoms in my back from the impact.He knows what you did.

“Miss me,” he says with an evil grin.

I squirm beneath his grip. Trying to slip free. He pushes against me harder. His eyes look lifeless, and his demeanor is calm. A shiver runs through my bones as I feel the chill in his stare.Don’t give up. Fight. He doesn’t own you. He has someone else.

“Why don’t you go back to your whore. I’m not fucking scared of you.” I glare at him. Holding in the tears that threaten my eyes. I press my eyes shut, trying to calm the emotional storm brewing inside of me—the image of him with the blonde flickers into my brain.You don’t need him. You deserve better.

“You should be.” His voice remains calm as he swiftly places his hand around my throat, threatening me. I feel warmth between my legs as my body betrays me.You shouldn’t want him. You gave yourself to him. He left you.

Tears gather in my eyes, standing on the edge of my waterline, daring to spill over. I look into his eyes and I am met with a cruel man. He’s fucking smiling at me.

“You don’t know anything, princess.”

My vision starts to tunnel, as the pressure on my neck becomes too intense. He’s going to kill me.You’re dying. You have to fight him.

Iswing up my knee, hitting him in his manhood. He releases my grip on my neck, and I slide down onto the floor. Choking as my lungs starve for oxygen. I scramble across the floor, heading for the main door, when my head is pulled back.

He fists my hair and throws me down onto my stomach. The pain in my ribs has me wheezing. The tears stream down my face. There is no escape.

He slams his weight onto my back and grabs my wrists. Completely immobilizing me. I scream for help.No one can hear you. No one is home.

“I know what happened at the club, Evelyn.”

The lump in my throat feels impossible to swallow.

“I know everything you did.”

I cry as my face is flush against the floor.

“Now tell me, Ms. Blackwell. Why did you do that, when you belong to me?”