Page 5 of Dark Captivation

I was about to tell him a random pack name and lie my way through his questions, but not giving me the chance to speak, the torture wheels turned once more.

It felt like my body was being ripped in two. Hot pain surged from my tortured wrists to my cracking ankles.

Moments from succumbing to the pain, a gust of cold air swept across the space as if someone had opened a door. The room descended into darkness and the scent of a newcomer drifted in.

A dark miasma permeated the room. It started as an essence, so subtle it was barely noticeable. The miasma grew, filling the room like a plume of smoke.

Someone was there, but only I seemed to notice as the demons continued their questioning, unperturbed by the dark, creepy mist ominously invading the room.

The demons threatened and berated me. The short demon set down the wolfsbane, pulling an open palm back, priming to hit me. Before his hand could connect, a tall dark figure emerged from the dark mist.

Reigning at well over seven feet tall, a pillar of angry muscle stood, glaring down at the demon with his hand raised. Demon God Malek’s nostrils flared, murderous rage blackening his eyes. His lips drew up, showing an impressive pair of fangs, sharp as razor blades.

The demon trio gasped, their hands falling flat at their sides in pure shock.

Malek took a giant leap forward and the demon trio stared up at him, their mouths gaping in shared awe of Malek’s impossible size. He looked like three buff men in one.

The trio trembled, unable to run, speak or even breathe as fright turned their brains to jelly.

In a raspy and menacing voice, Malek asked, “Is that my bride?”

CHAPTER TWO

LIVY

Limbs went flying, bits of demon scattering over the room as blood poured like a rainstorm. The Demon God howled furiously, clawing my kidnappers apart without mercy. It was like something out of a blood and gore movie. It was an act of pure carnage, and I had a front row seat.

I recoiled, watching the life drain from my captors’ eyes. Those demons had brought me here against my will and tortured me. These weren’t good guys. But as I watched their bones breaking, and listened to their petrified screams, I pitied them.

The Demon God’s chest rose and fell as he glanced around, taking stock of the gruesome scene and all that he’d done.

A twister wouldn’t have done the damage Malek just had. The walls were painted red, bits and pieces of demons pasted the walls and dirtied the floor around Malek and he didn’t seem the least bit bothered by it.

He was a killing machine, tall and wide shouldered with a face that looked like it had been carved by angels. Everything about him oozed hyper-masculinity, from his squared jaw up to his thick, naturally arched brows. He was beautiful, and dangerous like the Angel of Death.

He discarded his bloody shirt, tossing it to the floor. His rippling muscles were now on glorious display. They glistened, stealing attention from the bloodbath that framed them.

Every gorgeous inch of him was designed to tempt and ensnare. His eyes turned my way, his gaze caressed something inside of me, awakening desires so dark I dared not voice them.

“Sunny, did they hurt you?” Malek appeared at my side so swiftly, I didn’t see him come over. He untied me, and I rubbed my sore wrists before climbing off the torture table.

Sunny? He had called me Livienne in our previous conversations. Why was he suddenly calling me, ‘Sunny’?

“Aside from some pulled muscles and a few bruises, they didn't hurt me. And, I’m sorry. Sunny? Do you mean me?” I scratched my temple and a grin too beautiful to belong to a demon lit up his face.

“Of course. Sunny, who else but you shines bright enough to light up a dark room?” He spoke with the familiarity of a friend.

Now this demon was giving me nicknames?

“I am not your Sunny. I think you have me confused with someone else.” I continued to rub my sore wrists.

“I think I would recognize my own bride.” His eyes blew wide, his head canting to the side.

“Bride?” I laughed hysterically.

So now I’m engaged to the Demon King? Excellent.

He had to be on drugs if he really believed that.

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