My Dull Life

Chapter 6: Stockholm and Me

 

Two days later I was once again left alone - more meeting and strategies for Verxis and his people. I asked him if they were planning to invade Earth but he simply stared at me in this insulted manner and let me know that he would honor his promise. I heard from Eric that he was just worried that his realm would be invaded. Well, Anderien worried. Verxis didn't care too much.

Eric had left after dropping lunch off for me. He had chores to do, and left, taking his embarrassing stories of Verxis with him.

I slept a nice four hours away. At least, according to the time on my mobile phone, which had stayed seated nicely in my pocket. Though it took some searching to find my clothes. For some reason, the cell just didn't seem to run out of batteries here in the demon realm. In fact, the TV didn't have any power sockets for it... Just wires connecting the console and its controller. I put this curious fact aside to ask Verxis later.

We had talked more lately, and despite myself, I was once again falling for him. Sometimes I even forgot the wrong he had done me and the people from which I came.

And all the signs seemed to be pointing to him loving me too. I mean, come on, he threw out his harem for me. And he stopped the invasion on Earth for the same reason. What's a girl supposed to feel?

I rolled around the bed in boredom. I'd had a very hectic first week in the demon realm, mainly filled with sex, so I was used to more activity. Even talking to Eric would have been nice. I wondered if it was alright for me to wander now. They had all seen me meet their king in the square of the city, so they would know I was his and that he would probably get mad if I was hurt, right?

It had been a week since I arrived, and was dumped straight into Verxis's private quarters. I wanted so badly to get out of the room, and I didn't mean to the toilet. My other source of motivation was Stacy. He said she was with Werave, someone who I assumed would be in the meeting with Verxis. So odds were she was alone at that moment too.

Suddenly, I was hit with an urge to see my best friend again. It'd been far too long since I'd last seen her, about three weeks now.

I got up from the bed, the pressed my palm against the wall and muttered a word I had heard Verxis say just this morning. The walls split into doors that opened as I removed my palm and a wardrobe of Six's clothes was revealed to me. I pulled on a black button-up shirt that was way too big for me, and seeing a pair of red boxers, put them on too. I looked like I was wearing pajamas twice my size, but it was better than being naked.

I hit a bump when I tugged at the door leading out of the room and it didn't open. “Aww, man,” I moaned in frustration. I pulled at the handle. “Let me out, please?”

As soon as I said the p-word, the door opened up and I shrieked as I was pulled forward, with my hand still on the door handle. Then the long hallway was opened up to me. I stared at it in awe. I, who have always had a boring life, had always dreamed of adventure like those in books, movies and video games. I couldn't help the thrilled shiver that ran down my spine at the prospect of exploration.

I just had to be careful not to encounter any demons that wanted to kill me. This was everyone except Eric and Verxis. Or if I'm lucky, it was no one.

Because I'd been so lucky so far.

I hurried through the hallway. There were no doors, just a really long passageway. I saw nobody, which while surprising, I was thankful for. There were no places to hide in the hallway.

I jumped when I heard a noise behind me, and looked back fearfully. As far as I could see, there was no one, and the hallway was straight and went for miles. I shrugged, then turned to keep walking, only to slam into solid wall. I squeaked and fell backwards, rubbing my nose, my cheeks burning in humiliation. That wall was not there a second ago, I was sure. To my right the hallway led on. I frowned. This bend in the hallway was definitely not there a second ago. Shrugging and taking the magically altered passage in stride, I went right.

I walked on and on and on, until my legs started to hurt. I turned left twice, took a right and bumped into four more walls. Still I had gotten nowhere. There were no doors, no windows, no people, no nothing.

I sighed and fell to the floor, sitting with my back against the wall. I was lost, that was for sure. I slapped the back of my head. Why did I decide to leave Six's room? What could possibly have motivated me to leave the comfortable bed?

Oh, right. Stacy. I sighed again, deeper this time.

“My, my. You seem to be in a bit of a pickle,” I jumped, and was overcome with fear that made me freeze. That voice didn't belong to Verxis or Eric. I looked up and screamed, backing into the solid wall behind me.

A cheeky face stared back at me. It was like the walls had morphed to form something that resembled a face, but the red color and intricate patterns remained, seeming like tattoos on this person's face. I waited for it to say something more, and it did the same.

Finally, I said “Hi,”

It grinned at me. “Hi yourself, sweetheart,” The voice was male, I realized.

“Are you... a wall demon?”

He laughed. “Yes. I'm a floor demon too,” The face suddenly disappeared, and reappeared on the floor, right between my legs. I yelled incoherently and jumped to my feet. He laughed. “Oh, you humans are so adorable. I haven't seen one in years. And suddenly you're all everywhere. It's bliss,”

“I'm glad you're enjoying this,” I said grumpily as he reappeared on the wall, level with my face. “Have you been watching me all this while?”

“Yes. I especially liked it when you bumped into me with your whole, warm body. It was very nice,”

“It hurt,” I protested.

“A wonderful sacrifice on your part,”

I resisted the urge to either roll my eyes or punch the wall. “Hey, you wouldn't happen to know where Stacy is, do you?”

“Stacy? Oh, the blonde human? She's Werave's, isn't she?”

“Um, yeah. I think so,”

A door appeared beside the face. A large door, maybe nine feet tall and six feet wide. “Here you go,” he said cheerily.

“Oh! Thank you!” I said.

“Don't thank me. You're the one who'll be in trouble if Verxis catches you. You humans aren't supposed to meet each other, you know,”

“I have to make sure Stacy is okay,” I said idly, distracted by trying to pull the huge, heavy door open.

“Whatever you say,” he said as I finally managed to tug the door open a bit, then a bit more, making a slit wide enough for me to go through.

Inside was a dimly lit room, with only two lights on opposite sides of the wall. It was slightly smaller than Verxis's, and without the TV and couches. But the bed in the middle was larger than Verxis's, and instead of being red, it was a blue-green color, like the sea. I looked around the room and found two blue eyes staring back at me, wide with shock, from a corner, huddled in ocean-colored sheets.

“Nana?” Stacy whispered.

“Stacy!” I ran forward and embraced her. She felt thinner, her bones protruding out and sticking into my sides. Her face was gaunt and she started crying as soon as I hugged her.

“You're okay, Stace, you're okay...” I tried to comfort her, but she just cried harder.

“Nana, Nana...” She hugged me tighter, sobbing uncontrollably.

“I got you, I got you,” My words felt empty. It was meant to be comforting, but even to me they felt like lies. She was not okay, and I had her now, but that wouldn't last and we both knew it.

A mere minute later, she pushed me away and wiped her face hastily. “Nana, you shouldn't be here,”

“I had to come see you,”

She shook her head. “My master'll be back any moment. He'll kill us both if he sees you,”

I frowned. “Master?”

She nodded. “He makes me call him that, since it's true... His majesty doesn't make you call him that?”

“Verxis? No...”

“Of course,” she smiled conspiratorially, if not somewhat tightly, and I knew she was thinking of the two days I had told her about. “But Nana, we aren't supposed to see each other. It's a rule. We can't...”

“It's okay. I'll leave soon, they'll never know I was gone,” I reassured her. “Stace, are you okay?”

She nodded somewhat reluctantly. “Werave treats me fairly... As fair as it can get for a human, anyway. How about you? Verxis isn't hurting you, is he?”

I shook my head, eager to put her worries to rest. “No, of course not,”

Stacy held my hand tightly, and it took me a while to realize she was shaking. “Nana, Jo... Jo died... They killed her. They raped her, and then they turned her inside out and ate her...”

“That can't be...” I whispered in horror. “No...”

Stacy hiccuped and her eyes filled with tears. “They made me watch before they took their turns with me... Then they almost started eating me too... Until Werave claimed me,”

“I'm sorry, Stace,” I said, and I truly was. While they were suffering, I was hidden away in the bomb shelter, thinking about how badly we were living and wishing it would stop. I didn't do anything to save them until it was almost too late. “I'm so sorry,”

“It's not your fault, Nana,” She smiled gently at me, a strained mask of the beautiful, cheery smile she used to have. “You managed to save everyone else. You've done more than any of us ever could,”

“That's only because I knew Verxis-”

“Because you saved a boy bleeding to death beside a road two years ago,” She leaned her forehead against mine. “You're amazing, Nana,”

“I'm not,” I said as matter-of-factual as I could, because it was true. Amazing? I just did what anyone in that situation would have done. And I didn't even do it well. If I had, she wouldn't be here. I decided to change the subject. “I missed you, Stace,”

“I missed you too,” She told me, and hugged me close. I returned the hug, knowing that any time now we would have to separate, until we saw each other again god knows when. We may not even ever see each other again, if our 'masters' decided to kill us someday.

My body started to feel cold as I realized that was what Verxis was – my master. I wanted to slap myself when I realized how affected I had been by Stockholm Syndrome recently. I had started to love him again because he was being nice to me as a captive, when he didn't need to. What kind of stupid reasoning was that? I asked myself, picturing myself bashing a copy of myself up.

“Well, this is a touching reunion,” A voice to our side remarked and we jumped. Stacy and I froze when we saw her standing in the doorway. A woman with neon pink hair stood with her arms folded over her ample chest. Her silver eyes were focused on us coldly, unsmiling, though her soft, pink lips were curled into a ferocious smile. “I take it you two didn't get the memo? You humans aren't allowed to see each other,”

“It was me. I went and sought Stacy out. She had nothing to do with it,” I said quickly, angling myself so that I was between the woman and Stacy. Stacy shook behind me, her hand clutched tightly over mine, her face pale.

The woman focused on me, and her smile grew. “Oh, little Belle. You think just because Verxis favors you, you can do anything you want, don't you?”

I didn't reply to that.

“You have him totally wrapped around your finger, but I always knew you were a two-faced, conniving little bitch,”

“Is that a compliment here in the demon realm?” I asked, part of me genuinely curious, the other part wanting her to just shut up. “Because if so, then you're a big underhanded, sneaky whore,” I said this confidently, but in my head I was surprised at the words that escaped my mouth so easily. Those were the first time I had ever used those words in such a manner. I'd never insulted anyone like that in my life, but something about this woman just annoyed me.

Her smile disappeared and she snarled. All of a sudden, she vanished. Gone from my sight.

I was looking around for her when I felt a hand grab me and throw me halfway across the room. I could feel the fiery sting characteristic of the beginning of carpet burns on my right side.

I sat up as quickly as I could. My skin felt numb now, but I knew the pain was going to hit me hard in a few seconds. The pink-haired woman stood over me, her silver eyes blazing. In her hand she held the same, large, scary blade, like a very large pole-arm. The blade glistened, some dried blood still littered it. Blood from Mr Clayton. I gritted my teeth and stared up at her, though my bladder felt funny and I almost thought I was going to pee myself.

“No!” Stacy screamed, and started moving forward to reach me. But she was too far away. She wouldn't make it, for which I was glad.

“I'm doing his lordship a great favor by killing you, before you doom him with your disgustingly human ways,” the woman said. She made a sudden movement, and I winced as the blade flashed above my head.

But I was still alive. I looked at the blade which had stopped a mere two inches from my head, and turned to look at the woman. She was staring at my neck with wide eyes.

“No,” she whispered in this stunned, disbelieving manner. I frowned up at her with a 'What the heck?' expression. “Why?” Her blade floundered up and down, dangerously close to my head as she worked through her issues. “Why are you marked by him?”

It suddenly occurred to me that she was talking about my bite mark.

But I was still too confused to say anything.

“You're just a human! Frail, weak!” She lifted her blade and the wall crumbled all of a sudden. I turned back and surveyed the rubble. I could only surmise she had done that in an attempt to punctuate her statement. Stacy had taken cover, and I was glad she had the sense to stay away. “Why one of you?! How could he do it when your kind had tortured him so?!” she screamed at me, as if I was able to answer her questions. I was more confused than she was. As soon as her tantrum had appeared, it vanished, leaving a simmering, cold anger. “You don't deserve that mark. I'll remove it for you... And then I'll kill you,”

She lifted her weapon, and aimed it straight for my neck. I didn't even have time to scream as the blade pierced my neck, and then there was a loud crashing of more broken walls as the woman once again disappeared from my sight. Then it was Verxis who filled my line of vision, his eyebrows creased in worry. He tilted my head to the side to see where the woman had cut me. I wanted to tell him it was too late – my head would detach from my body at any moment.

Which was when I realized I wasn't dead.

“It's shallow,” I heard Eric say somewhere behind Verxis. I assumed he was talking about my wound.

Verxis pulled me close, arms tight around me, his breathing unsteady.

“What have you done, Herniana?” someone asked, and I peeked over Verxis's shoulder to see Anderien looking at the woman who was trying to get up from the ruined wall she had been thrown into. Her dress was ripped, posture unsteady and her hair was all messed up. She glared at me with such a burning hatred that I trembled without realizing it.

Verxis seemed to notice this, and threw a look I couldn't catch over his shoulder at Herniana. She froze and stumbled back into the wall, whimpering. Then Verxis placed my arms around his neck, and with one hand on my back and the other behind my knees, he hefted me up, bridal style. I was too stunned to protest.

“Anderien, make sure Herniana does not escape. I will deal with her – later,” Verxis said. I was too busy looking at Stacy to notice Anderien's response. Beside her was a huge man, seven and a half feet tall, burly and muscled with ocean-colored hair. He was helping her up to her feet. Stacy stared back at me, her eyes wet with tears.

“I'm okay,” I mouthed at her. Her face screwed up, and her eyes squeezed out the tears, causing them to roll down her face. She shook her head and placed a hand over her mouth, and I was worried she was going to break down there and then. I looked up at Verxis to ask him if I could just say goodbye to my friend, but the look he gave me, as if he knew what I was going to ask, warned me that I was already on the brink of his tolerance.

I shut my mouth and instead watched Stacy cry as Verxis carried me out of the now wrecked room.

"Harweg!" Verxis growled angrily as he took long, furious strides down the hallway.

"Yes, my Lord?" The same face I'd seen earlier which had led me to Stacy appeared in the wall, seeming to glide along the walls at the same pace Verxis was walking.

"I told you not to let Belle get anywhere if she were to leave the room," He snapped. His voice reverberated violently in his chest - that was how angry he was.

"Oh, is she the infamous Annabelle? Who'd have known?"

Verxis replied with a snarl. "Don't play dumb with me. If this happens again, you'll be punished accordingly,"

"Don't blame him! It was my fault entirely," I protested. Verxis stopped his quick pacing and glared at me. I closed my mouth quickly.

"Don't worry, Belle. I'm very well aware of that," he said, his voice the coldest I've heard yet.

I shut my mouth and said nothing more. But part of me was simmering. Why should I be punished for wanting to see my friend? And, okay, I was almost killed. But shouldn't that be my punishment? Why did I need to be punished again by this man who was Stockholm syndrome-ing me?

It was all that dumb demoness' fault. Why did she have to get so angry when she saw Stacy and I together? It's not like we were planning a mutiny.

I thought back to what I had said to Herniana and wondered why I wasn't feeling more regretful about using those words. I generally didn't curse, and almost never used such harsh words on other people. Mainly because no one had ever done anything to me to warrant it. And if I thought about it, Herniana hadn't either. At least, not when I was calling her stuff. Now that she'd tried to kill me, I was sure I'd be more inclined to insult her. But something about Herniana just made my blood boil.

I wondered why I had hated Herniana so much from the first moment I laid eyes on her. That wasn't common for me. I practically never got such strong feelings for people I had barely ever talked to. So why had I hated her so much?

Then it hit me. However unconsciously, I knew exactly why I hated her.

We reached a door and a part of me felt a bit peeved at the fact that we'd taken about a quarter the time I had used. Darn Harweg. But for the most part I was fuming, finally having understood what I disliked about that demoness.

Verxis eased me down, not too roughly but he didn't give me much warning either, and I had to grasp the wall for support in case I fell. He didn't seem to care.

“I give you one instruction. One. Don't. Leave. This. Room. Was the prospect of being killed by another demon not enough? Did you need some other incentive to understand that you're only safe in this room?”

I didn't say anything in reply, just stared into his eyes as they blazed with his fury.

“You swore that you wouldn't run away or fight me, didn't you? You said I could do whatever I wanted with you. Well, I wanted you to stay in the damn room,”

“You've slept with her, haven't you?” I blurted out, no longer able to hold the words in.

His already creased eyebrows knitted together further in confusion. “What?”

“That demon. Herniana. You've slept with her,” I said as calmly as I could, though I couldn't feel my fingers anymore, my hands were clenched so tightly it had cut off all circulation there.

He was silent. That was enough to answer my question.

“I fail to see how this is releva-” he told me flatly, but I could hear the nervousness in his voice.

“It is completely relevant. Did you know that I waited for you? I couldn't get you out of my mind. There were guys around me, but I kept comparing them to you. It couldn't be anyone but you. But obviously it wasn't a mutual feeling, was it?” The anger and jealousy I'd felt when I heard the word 'harem' was starting to rise to the surface.

“Of course it wa-”

“Oh really? So you couldn't get me out of your head either, but you were willing to sleep with women who try to kill me?” I asked, feeling hurt and slighted. “'I like you', 'I love you'. How many other women have you told that to, huh? How many other women as stupid as I was actually believed you?” I demanded, but didn't give him a chance to defend himself. “I'm so stupid. I can't believe I spent two years pining for you. I should have just picked the first guy I could see off the street and dragged him into my bed. That's clearly what you did,” I knew I'd gone too far here when the bright red of his eyes started to darken, becoming more cloudy.

He reached out and grasped my wrist, but not in the gentle manner he had before. His fingers dug into my wrist and I hissed in pain. I actually felt a twinge of fear when he glared at me with those dark eyes. Then he flung me across the room.

Winded from being tossed through the air, I fell onto the bed, bouncing once against the soft mattress from the force of his throw. My sight went blank for a moment, before I registered where I was. By then, he was gone.

I didn't know where he went. But for the moment, I didn't care. One of his numerous ex's had tried to kill me, for god's sakes, and he himself had thrown me across the large room. It was a miracle I hadn't hit the headboard.

I huffed and wrapped myself in the silken sheets, determined to get some sleep after my long day. But my whole body was all worked up from my anger and it took me a long time before I drifted off into a restless sleep, one I knew would leave me feeling more tired when I awoke.

But I was obviously never going to leave the room, so I would have plenty of time to make up for that sleep.

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I don't know how long I managed to sleep. I remembered somewhat dreaming of running endlessly through red hallways with faces in them, laughing at me. The next thing I knew I was getting flipped over, and I was afraid the faces had managed to grow hands and literally flip me around. That was when I realized I was being pushed onto my front, back in the real world. I tried to ignore it and get back to sleep, until I heard a ripping noise.

That's when I quickly opened my eyes, as quickly as I could anyway. My eyelids were sore and heavy, refusing to move. When finally I got them open, I never even got the chance to look behind as Verxis penetrated my dry passage. I screamed as the friction aggravated the sensitive walls of my canal. I cried out for him to stop, but he ignored my cries, instead drilling into me aggressively, more so than ever. And we usually went at it pretty rough.

My abused insides quickly started to produce lubrication to ease the friction, but Verxis was making it hard for me to feel anything other than pain, and tears poured into the silk covers as he buried my face into the pillow with every thrust. No matter how much I fought he was too strong for me.

I had torn. For sure I had torn. There was no way there could be that much pain, that much force, and I would still be intact.

“You asshole,” I yelled out. If he wasn't going to stop, I wasn't going to be civil. I used all the curse words I could remember Maddie - my more rebellious friend from school - used, not even flinching as words I'd never so much as said in my head poured out of my mouth.

He snarled at me, and his fingers dug into the bare, tender skin of my butt.

“Is this how you fucked all those other women in your harem?!” I growled at him. A particularly hard shove against my cervix made me scream, more shrilly this time, but not just from pain. Verxis then paused, grabbed one leg, forcing me into a split as he turned me back around without ever pulling out so he could glare at me. Suddenly I was on my back, facing down a demon monarch.

“You want to be treated like one of my whores? Fine,” he said to me menacingly, his eyes still dark with his anger. I glared back at him, but couldn't hold it as suddenly he started to reach in deeply at so high a speed my eyes practically rolled back into my head. Without realizing it, I had my fingernails at his back, scratching him viciously.

His huge cock hit all my sensitive places, whether on purpose or not I didn't know. It felt too amazing.

The pain melded into pleasure, and the pleasure melded into pain, creating a sensation so overpowering that I started quivering involuntarily before even reaching my orgasm.

My head burst into a series of fireworks. I dug my nails as deeply as I could into his skin and let out a loud cry towards the ceiling as a huge orgasm racked my body, sending sparks of pleasure all over, causing my body to feel boiling hot, before cooling down abruptly as if someone had thrown a bucket of ice water onto me.

I thought that would be the end, but it wasn't. Verxis growled savagely as he pounded against my cervix, bruising that entrance to my womb. I dragged my fingernails down his back, making cuts I knew wouldn't last. But it made me feel better that I was hurting him back in some way, though Verxis didn't react to it in the slightest.

He continued to plunge into me, so deep and so fast. The friction against my vaginal walls ached and at the same time aroused. I couldn't believe how pleasurable pain felt with Verxis's cock speeding in and out of me, dragging and exposing some of my pussy flesh every time he pulled out that brutal fuck-stick of his.

“This is how you treat your whores? No wonder they left without complaint!” I snarled at him.

That's when he pressed my leg back against the other, no longer holding me open. My legs were closed tight, causing him to have to squeeze through the narrowed opening to get back inside me. But he did it effortlessly, tearing into me with the same speed as before. He grabbed my neck, squeezing it with both hands and using this grip as leverage to move in and out of me. I gasped as I could feel him restrict my air intake. Worse – he changed the angle so that he hit against a different erogenous area inside me with every rapid thrust.

“Aahhhhhhhhhhh!” I shrieked as I reached an unwilling orgasm, again. My thighs were coated with my own orgasmic juices as they leaked out of me. I felt like I was falling from the sky, and I held on to the bedsheets tightly, probably ripping them in the process, as my body arched off the bed. Spirals of pleasure, starting from my pussy, made its way to the rest of my body, making it quiver with bliss.

I never even noticed Verxis experiencing the same sensations until a minute later when I realized he was already pouring his seed into me. Somehow, without me noticing he had latched into my scar, his teeth deep within the flesh of my neck. Entrails of liquid which I could only presume to be blood slid from my neck, heading towards my chest. He growled each time his body jerked against mine, and that steely pole of his dug further inside as he forced it forward into me, thrusting the fertile seed deep inside my incompatible womb.

The warmth of his semen soothed my bruised and injured passageway and I let out a small sign of relief. It felt like a healing balm seeping into every painful corner inside me and taking away my pain, even though that was ridiculous. Verxis's body collapsed on top of mine, his breath hot against my ear. I was too tired to tell him to get off, instead slipped into a sleep, one much more relaxed than before.