I have no set schedule on updating this. All Chaps will be between 1k and 2k words. It will be a ride, so enjoy...

Lastly, this is self beta'ed because I don't feel like wasting time sending chaps off as they complete.

Demons

I walked down the street; light snow flakes swirling around me. I briefly thought of how cold it was outside, but then let the thought exit my mind.

If was concerned about warmth, I wouldn't be in a sweater and flip flops, and I certainly wouldn't be drinking ice water. Mom always said to stay hydrated.

Even still, I deeper shrugged into my sweater, looking to the sky. The tiny flakes floated around me, the wind blowing them this way and that.

I thought of how lovely it would be to be able to float around; to fly in the sky. No rules. No worries. No demons to follow me. A gust of wind hit me and my hair whipped around my face. Maybe being that free wasn't all it was cracked up to be.

I picked up my pace and headed home.

I pushed the door open and set my cup on the table.

I hugged my arms around my body and walked to the thermostat.

It almost felt colder in my house than out of it.

I pushed the button to turn the heat up a few degrees, calculating in my mind how much more in gas this would end up costing me.

I ended up pushing it back down a degree.

DEMONS

The only sound that could be heard was heavy breathing. He lay next to me, his right hand between my legs. His fingers explored, not quite finding the right place. I knew it wasn't because he was unable, but because he loved to tease me. Teasing was what got him off, and annoyed me. I reached down, guiding his fingers right to where I wanted them.

He moaned as his fingers slid in and out of the wetness that he had caused.

"You like it when I tease you, huh?"

My only response was a moan. A throaty, whorish moan.

"God, you are such a good girl." His fingers moved slowly, but with purpose. His thumb lightly rubbed my clit, and my body couldn't help but arch up. I wanted more. I wanted him.

"Stay still. My little whore." He placed his lips to mine, before pulling his fingers from me.

I heard the rip of the condom wrapper and he was lightly pressing his way in.

His fingers rested just below my lips. I knew what he wanted, and I would gladly oblige. My tongue moistened my lips, before licking his fingers. I brought his fingers into my mouth, sucking them clean.

He moaned and I felt him begin to lose control.

I encouraged him along; after all this was all for him. My nails clawed down his back, and increased my efforts to let him know I was enjoying myself.

He collapsed onto me, panting as he tried to regulate his breathing.

I looked to the clock. Fifteen minutes, start to finish. There was no reason to be breathing like that after fifteen minutes. You would think he had just run a marathon with how he was acting.

"Fuck, you sure know how to make a guy's night."

"I try."

DEMONS

The warm water ran over my body. The only time I felt warm in my house was in the shower, under the warmth of the water.

I poured a tiny bit of the hotel shampoo I stole into my hand. I stared at the jelly-like substance. I guess it wasn't exactly stealing. The cost of it was included in the room.

Although, I was sure 'classy' places like Highway Seven Inn, expected you to leave the bottle so they could refill it.

I was completely out of soap, so I poured a tiny bit more of the shampoo into my hands so I could wash my body. I hands slid over the swollen flesh between my legs.

I didn't mind getting rough, but being sore days later was never how I wanted to be.

DEMONS

"Fuck, Bella, get a move on it!" Jessica, my bitch of a boss, yelled at me.

"How about you carry the trays of food, and I dictate orders if I'm not moving fast enough for you."

"Lose the shit, Swan."

I rolled my eyes and carried my tray to the awaiting guests.

"A Heineken for the gentleman and a white wine of the lady," I stated, setting the drinks before the guests. The guy was the type I would normally invite home on a lonely night, but the fact that he was with a woman whose dress cost more than three months wages, I knew he wasn't someone who would be interested in me. His sandy blond hair was cut short and when he looked up at me; his ice blue eyes pierced my heart.

He could be something amazing…if only he wasn't taken.

As I turned to walk away, I felt a hand on the lower side of my ass, under my skirt. I looked down to see the gentleman sitting next to where I was standing, feeling me up.

"Can I get you anything more?" I cut my eyes to who I would presume was his wife. Shocked at his blatant disrespect for her, I didn't know what to do. I didn't want to create a scene, but I wasn't sure about his hand on me either.

"There is plenty you could get me." His fingers wiggled and slid between my legs. I was thankful for the tights I had on, and always wore, at this moment. Once in a while you would get a customer like this. They were the worst.

"Well, you let me know, and I will do my best," I said taking a step back. He tried to hold on, but in the end, I won.

I shot his wife a glance. She was none the wiser at what was transpiring before her. Her eyes were locked on something or someone across the room.

"She wouldn't notice, and I heard you were something to brag about."

I shot him a look of disgust and walked away.

Tonight would be a long night if all the customers were pigs.

DEMONS

"So, what's you name pretty lady?"

"Izzy." I took a puff of my cigarette and blew the smoke into his face.

"Oh, that's a pretty name for a pretty lady."

I rolled my eyes. What a fucking pathetic come on.

"You look cold, Izzy. Would you like me to warm you up?"

"No thank you." I took another long drag of my cigarette before flicking it into the street.

The light above us flickered and created an eerie setting.

"Well, Izzy, if you change your mind." He thrust his hand at me, holding out a business card.

Everything in me told me not to take the card, but I did anyways. What was the harm?

Laurent Blackwell – finance

"What a non-descript business card, Laurent."

I flipped it over and his phone number was written in a beautiful hand printed script.

"See you around soon, Izzy."

I tossed his card into my bag, and did my best as disappearing from his view.

DEMONS

Skin hitting skin. Grunts and screams; yelling for help and mercy echoed in my mind.

There was nothing enjoyable about the sight I witnessed. The sight I was part of.

There are times when they say you are out of body. Maybe it is before you die; maybe it is the moments when you are not sure if you will make it. Maybe it is because you need to see what you have before you throw it all away.

I saw myself. I floated above like I had always dreamed of. I saw myself; a paramedic standing over me.

"One. Two. Three." And a blow into my lungs.

I floated past the scene; it wasn't pleasant.

I saw children playing; laughing, dancing, living.

I wanted to drop back down, I wanted to enjoy the life those children were living.

As I tried to go to them, I was pulled back to the prior scene. Back to my lifeless body.

My chest rose and the paramedic pulled back. I was back.

There was no escaping the demons within me.

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