K. POV


Before I could think to react, that demon's stare had pinned me to the wall long enough for him to grab hold of me. No matter how I clawed at the large hand around my neck, all I could do was give shallow cuts that his skin continued to heal over instantly. Kicking did shit, as I soon found out when my foot hit nothing but rock hard muscle. This guy was large and strong enough to crush me, and the look in his eyes said clearly that he knew it. I was already prepared for the blows, wondering for a moment just how I would have to endure the beating before the man was satisfied...

My blood suddenly ran cold when I saw the unexpected motion of his other hand, long fingers curling to take hold of the hem of my pants. The fuck...this guy was seriously going to rape me? For a brief moment my instincts kicked back in and I tried in vain to struggle, wiggling around in his grasp like a worm. I was sure it some part of my panicked mind that I looked absolutely pathetic. It was all useless. Before I knew it, my pants were roughly yanked down to my ankles, boxers with them, leaving my gangly legs bare to the cool air in the cavern. Oh God, this had to be a nightmare. What had I done to deserve being raped by this insane bastard of a demon? Nothing was making any sense, and I didn't have any time to sort it out. Already he had forced me around, my continued struggles doing nothing, and pressed me roughly into the rock wall. Where his hand was still firm around my neck, I was starting to feel some bruises starting. Least of my worries right now. I would have a lot more by the time this douche was through with me.

There was no warning when he shoved his rock hard dick into my ass, just the explosion of pain that came with it. Just as quickly he wasted no time in pounding me into the wall, the clack of his horns above my head timing with how hard my hips slammed into the wall in each thrust from him. Now, this was truly turning into hell. Nothing but pain was ripping through my body, and there was no slowing down, no matter how I finally gave into the cries that built up in my throat. He didn't give a shit about what I felt. This was my new prison, and here, Damien owned me.


P. POV


I was so scared, for both myself and Kenny. By no means was Kenny the best friend in the world, not even in the slightest, yet still, this was unjust torture. What was worse was that I couldn't lend any help whatsoever to Kenny, no matter how the young fellow cried out in horrid agony. I was not strong, nor skilled in fighting in any way. And that was just compared to any other human. Against Damien, Satan's own son? The effort would be purely in vain. I would sooner find myself skewered on his horns than become a hero. All I could do was to stay curled up in this nest of a bed like a frightened child, my hands clasped so tight over my ears in a useless attempt to drown out the horrible cries filling the small cavern. What sent a cold sickness to my stomach even more, to add to this whole unbearable mess, was knowing that once Damien was finished with Kenny, I would be next. My only saving grace may be that Damien's strange obsession with me might earn a more gentle touch, if only in measure to the torment Kenny was going through.

Sooner than I expected, the horrid noises ceased almost instantly. I blinked in short lived surprise at the candles in front of me, then the cold fear of realization took a vicious hold on my heart once more. I heard the slight thump of Kenny's limp body hitting the floor, followed by a rustling, then the sound of heavy boots on the stone. Damien was already coming for me now. I couldn't help but to start to cry, the fear so strong in my heart that it seemed to steal away my breath. I held myself so tightly curled, my knuckles were turning white where I had shifted to hold tight to my sides. My mind did not want to accept what was going to happen, even as I heard and felt Damien lower himself over me, that dark curtain of thick hair falling forward to brush against my cheek. He whispered my name so lovingly, it sent cold chills down my spine. His hands...oh Lord, his hands. Those long fingers stroked deep and slow up and down the length of my thigh, traveling down to caress my bony ankle, then immediately going straight to my rear. His hand roughly kneaded into the soft flesh there, and I choked out a few whimpering sobs. I did not want this. So badly I longed that me and Damien could still have simply been friends, that he had never decided to keep me locked away here for so, so long...