Page 3 of The Demon

Panic surged through me as my eyes further adjusted, picking up a shape far larger than anything human up ahead and focused right on me.

My breath hitched, an icy shiver racing down my spine, and finally, I took a step back, and then another one.

I swallowed against the dryness in my throat, forcing my feet to continue to move despite the weight of fear pressing down on me. Each step backward was slow, deliberate, my heartbeat a war drum in my ears. And here I was, keeping my focus on the shape in front of me.

I knew that facing the guards outside gave me a far better chance at survival than what lay ahead of me.

Shadows slithered and curled all around me. Somehow, there was just enough visibility that I could see my breath fogged in front of me, tendrils of white vapor dissipating into the void.

Another growl sounded, echoing off the walls. And then whatever it was that made that terrifying noise prowled forward, stalking me. But I was too terrified to move any faster. Instinct told me running would only intensify this creature's need to chase after me.

Another growl, this one a clear warning, had me freezing midstep. The sound wasn’t just from something wild and massive—it was intelligent, deliberate, meant to caution me.

The cave seemed to tremble from the sound once again.

And still, the monster lurked closer. There was a new scent that invaded my senses. It was thick and musky. If I had to describe it, I could only say it was ancient and inhuman. Something from another world.

I wasn’t supposed to be here, but something inside me screamed that I wasn't leaving this cave.

And when it moved, charging forward, my mouth hung open, my eyes widened, and I wanted to shriek, but nothing came out. A gust of cold air rushed over me, lifting my hair and sending pure, raw terror through my veins.

My skin prickled, and my survival instincts finally kicked in. I turned and ran, unable to see anything but knowing I had to escape.

Then, from the depths of the darkness behind me, I heard a voice. Low, rough, and laced with everything that was animalistic. I couldn’t understand its language, and still, I ran.

But I didn’t get far. A weight curled around my waist, lifted me off the ground, and dug claws into my side, yet it didn’t break my skin. I was pressed to a hard, wide, and enormous chest, and just as I found my voice to scream, a hand that didn’t feel human covered the bottom half of my face.

“Shhh,” he hushed against my ear.

My eyes were so wide, tears sliding down my cheeks as I struggled. But it was useless, as I was tiny and weak compared to whatever this beast was.

“You should not be here, little one.”

I cried harder as the words wrapped around me like evil itself, sinking into my body

“But now that you’re here,” he snarled, turned, and started moving back deeper into his lair, “you’re mine.”

I was no longer just an intruder.

I was his prey.

CHAPTER THREE

Geraldine

My body ached as I stirred awake, my limbs heavy and my mind sluggish. I had no idea what happened after the beast had taken me. Everything had gone hazy, and then a different kind of darkness slammed into me.

The surrounding air was thick with warmth, carrying a faint scent of fire and something darkly sweet. I heard the fire crackling nearby but still kept my eyes closed, not wanting to accept this reality.

I inhaled deeply, my fingers twitching against the softness that was beneath me and covered me. When I was brave enough to open my eyes, I realized my surroundings didn’t look like the cold, damp earth of the cave.

Panic seized me, and I slowly rose, pulling the furs and blankets up to my chin. I wasn't in a home, not in the traditional sense, but there were no jagged rocks or sounds of dripping water like the cave I had been in.

There was a small mercy at the fact I still wore my tattered gown.

Where I was now had been made to appear almost comforting.

My breath hitched as I took in the walls that were smooth, shadowy, black, and polished like onyx. The fire illuminated the space enough that I could see every corner. But the flickering light cast long shadows over the strange symbols and designs that were etched into the black surfaces.

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