Brink of Insanity 7
Sky slid down the door, hands covering his face as he blushed darkly.
"Notch, what is wrong with me?" He whispered to himself in disbelief, running a hand through his dark colored hair as he thought over the events that had taken place in Deadlox's bed room. For a moment there, he had actually 'liked' how Deadlox was licking his neck.
Shaking his head to rid himself of the mental image, he stood abruptly, shrugging off the shorts he had slept in, his shirt and accessories having been taken by the maid from last night, even his shoes. Luckily, he had been able to keep a hold of his necklace and his sunglasses, which he placed on the sink.
He paused, leaving his necklace around his neck as he looked around Deadlox's private bathroom.
It was beautifully decorated, as one would expect from something that belonged to a king, with polished walls and clean floors. The shower was off to the side, all four walls of glass slightly blurry with a large tub easily big enough to fit three people in off to the side.
Deciding to just hurry up and just take a quick shower, not to please Deadlox by washing off the demonesses scent or anything of course.
Cutting off his thoughts before they went any further, Sky turned on the water to the shower, shutting the glass door behind him as he stepped in.
Grabbing what he thought looked like shampoo, he scrubbed the clean smelling mixture into his hair, humming softly to himself as the water droplets hit his skin.
Rinsing his hair of the shampoo, he stilled, water continuing to fall over him.
The weight of his situation began to sink in as he bit his lip, his bangs plastering themselves to his forehead.
What now? What was he to do now?
He obviously wasn't wanted at home or rather, the squid's mansion. The small cabin he and his mother had lived in before his mother had remarried had already been sold long ago.
Where else was he to go? Was he to stay in the Nether for the rest of his life? Never to return to the Overworld? Was he to e the slave of the King of the Nether until his dying breath? Nothing but a, dare he say it, sex toy?
While he himself would never consent to being such a thing, the King was a demon, taller, stronger, far more powerful than Sky. How would he even be able to stop Deadlox?
It took a while before he realized tears were trailing down his face, mixing with the warm water from the shower.
It's not fair….
Once he had full control of his emotions, he stepped out of the shower, pausing to stare at the shorts he'd been wearing earlier, still in the same spot he had thrown them before.
Blinking as he realized he was faced with a new predicament, he grabbed a towel from a hook nearby and tightly wrapped it around his waist.
He had no clothes. What now?