Nora's POV

"Sign here." Caal handed Blythe the papers. I stood, arms crossed as Caal's men screwed the gag into my cheeks. My eyes had turned black and I was staring heavily at Blythe, daring her to sign the papers.

"This is for your own good." Blythe said, she didn't look at me, she signed the papers and I instantly fell into my demonic nature. I no longer saw Blythe as my mom.

"Come on." Caal grabbed me by the shoulders and pushed me through the blue portal that was open just to the left of me.

Caal pushed me through a damp cement corridor, the light strips above me were flickering. I didn't know where I was and it was starting to freak me out. A large steel door faced us within seconds, a guard stepped forward and unlocked the door with a thin plastic looking card. I was roughly pushed inside a massive corridor filled with cells.

I looked around, seeing thousands of caged up women, some were horribly disfigured. I couldn't tell what their faces used to look like because of the amount of scars that were carved into her face. I was rudely shoved down the corridor and pushed into another door. The room was small with all around shelving.

"Change!" Caal barked, his pleasant demeanor towards my-Blythe was gone.

I walked over to a shelving unit which was filled with white vest tops, navy sweat trousers and navy hoodies. I grabbed three of each as Caal threw me a blanket and pillow.

"Turn around." I growled, my hands gripping the hem of my t-shirt. He smirked smugly, he walked over to me then ripped the shirt off my back. I held myself together, glaring at him.

I turned my back on him and pulled the vest top over my head. I pulled my jeans off and pulled on the trousers. When I turned around, he was watching me with a disgusting shimmer in his eyes. I shivered at his unpleasantness.

The guard re-chained my hands and pulled me back through the door. He pushed me towards another door that led to a corridor filled with barred cells. As I walked down the corridor, I could feel every eye on my back but as I stopped outside a cell, someone shouted, "How old are you, Sweetheart?"

I looked over my shoulder and found a timid man, he looked like he was in his late forties with long blond hair. I said, "16."

His eyes closed, leaning his forehead on the bars. He muttered, "Of sweet Jesus! The bastards!"

I didn't hear much else because I was man-handled into the cell. I looked up at Caal who smiled down at me, "You'll like your cellmate." Caal sneered and I swallowed.

Getting up from the floor, I lay my blanket on the twin bed away from the barred door. I noticed there was two beds in the room along with a Chester drawers and a small barred window. I walked over to the window and gripped the cold metal between my hands and looked out. Darkness; no stars, no lights, nothing. I sank down on the bare bed and sighed.

I wasn't sure how much time passed but I was sitting on the bed, not thinking about anything or not moving. I was startled when the barred door opened.

"Who the hell are you?!" I flinched around as a wave of deep fear spiked through me or was it intimidation? A large, muscular, demon of a man stood just inside the doorway. His eyes were jet black, exactly how my eyes went when I was either angry or annoyed. His skin was pale, pasty white.

"It's your cellmate, Rixon." A guard grinned at him.

"I didn't think you guys listened." Rixon smirked, he sauntered over but I kept my gaze on the door, something about the guard made me feel uneasy. The guard grinned at me just as Rixon grabbed my face in his hand, his strength crushing my face.

"Your sore on the eyes, need to be careful of that." Rixon collapsed on my bed then smiled up at me, "Join me."

"Why?"

He smiled wider, "Because in thirty seconds this place is gonna freeze and you'll get hypothermia."

"I'll take my chances." I went over to the other bed and wrapped myself up in what was obviously his blanket. It smelled of dried soap and sweat, I didn't mind it, it grounded me, strangely.

The light in the room and the corridor went out without warning, I curled my legs up at my chest and held them to me. The child inside me was scared, she wanted her mother, a safety net but she wasn't getting either.

A slow, bone chilling cold spread through the room and my teeth began to chatter. The longer I lay wrapped up in a poorly thin blanket the more my body grew cold.

My body was broken with violent shivers. I heard a growl across from me then thick arms wrapped around me and the bed dipped behind me.

"You should have listened." Rixon turned me around so I was cradled in his arms, "Will you relax!"

I buried my face in his chest and brought my knees up to his abdomen so my feet were crushed between his thighs. Rixon wrapped me in what should have been my blanket and my body stopped shivering. I looked up at him and said, "Why are you helping me?"

"Why not?" He shrugged

I settled down again and noticed that I couldn't hear his heart beat. He was like me, no heartbeat, black eyes. I said without thinking, "You don't have a heartbeat."

He laughed, "That's because we're demons."

"Demons?" I echoed.

"Don't believe me?"

"No, I just..." I let out a sigh and buried myself in his chest again.

"Everyone in here is either a demon or half a demon." He explained, "Didn't anyone tell you?"

"No."

We both didn't say a word. I started to fall asleep when he said, "Who signed you in? They should have told you!"

I laughed cruelly, "My mom."

He looked down at me confused, "Why is that funny?"

"She thought she could change me, make me better. A full human! She gave up pretty quickly when she found out about Caal." I explained.

"Your mum's human?"

"As far as I'm aware." I said, "Your a full demon?"

"As far as I'm aware." He echoed, "How old are you?"

"16." I shrugged and he only nodded.

We didn't say anything further and I could swear something was bound to happen soon.