The Neighbors
Two weeks hadn't changed her. She hadn't opened up to him. Now his demons were getting restless. He had to do something or else he'd be dealing with a full out demonic riot.
He cringed as he watched his demons entered that room and dragged her from it. They shimmered her to the dungeons.
His blue eyes turned away from the scene. Robert looked on him with judging eyes as did Pandora. They couldn't believe what he was doing. Secretly he couldn't believe it anymore than they did.
Even now his heart and head battled for control. There was that part of him that was a teenage boy, looking at the cute neighbor girl seeing his future in-law, his brother's crush. Then there was that part of him, the logical side, which saw her as a threat. She was a danger to him.
That was the part he listened to. The other part screamed in his ears. It couldn't believe what he was doing to her. He turned and walked away.
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Five hours and thirty-three minutes. That's how long they'd been at it. Still the young woman felt no end in sight. She felt the demonic whip lash out and collide with her back.
She bit back a scream, not about to let that monster get the best of her.
"Will you follow the dark Lord's command and be loyal?" the demon asked as the whipping stopped. She didn't respond and he came around to look at her. He pinched her chin and forced her to look him in the eyes. "I asked you a question, rebel. Will you or will you not follow the Dark Lord?"
Laveda pulled back and spit in his face before answered. "Go fuck yourself."
The demon reached back his hand and slapped her across the face. It jerked her sideways, pulling the chains that bound her wrists.
"Stupid witch. You will give in," he states. "If you don't, then you'll die."
"Then kill me now. I won't bow or break to the likes of you," she states with a cold absent look in her eyes. The demon shivers at her stare and leaves her laying there, blood dripping from her back.
A sigh comes from her lips before she looks up at her hands. Her eyes close.
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Chris sat up with a start. Something was wrong. He knew it. He could feel it. He didn't know what it was but something was seriously off.
The young man looked around before orbing to the manor. He found both of his aunts asleep in their room, his mom restlessly slept in the night. After checking the adults he went to Wyatt's room, only to find the boy awake and looking around in the dark.
His conception date would be within a week, as was Wyatt's birthday. Wyatt's birthday was in two days – truth be told. Till then he had to do what he could to save his brother – his older brother.
"Hey little guy," Chris said walking over to Wyatt who smiled up at him and began babbling. Chris put his fingers to his lips. "You don't want to wake the others up do you?" Wyatt, as if understanding, shook his head.
"Kwis," Wyatt whispered as he held out his hands for him to be picked up. Chris picked up his baby big brother though his instincts told him something was wrong. He couldn't find whatever it was. He shrugged it off as some latent paranoia from his past.
It was bound to happen, especially with all the extra stress he was dealing with.
