My body was stiff.

My eyes were enveloped in darkness.

My breathing was shallow but I had a feeling I was alive.

Suddenly a burning pain ripped through my chest as I screamed at the top of my lungs. But when I tried.. Nothing came out.. Not even a whimper for help.. Which I desperately needed at this point. The pain ripped throughout my nerve system and around my limbs, it was unbearable. To stop the pain I wanted to kill myself in three seconds flat. I couldn't handle much longer.

That was until I saw a light at the other end of a tunnel. Cautiously I walked towards it.

As I got closer, a ringing gradually made me go deaf. Just as I was a few feet away, I reached my hand out. The light sent fuzzy happy feelings coursing through my veins-- which I wanted to accept immediately. When the fight grazed my finger tips, more pain soared through me.

I fall back and sit on the ground as I watch my fingers burst into flames and turn to ash.

"Graison.. You shouldn't do that, my lover." A very seductive voice calls out. Wait, lover??

Before I could think any further I felt something wrap around to the point I couldn't breath. It especially tight around my neck. I claw at the mysterious threat as choking heavily. I'm gonna die. I'm gonna right here, right now. I didn't even get to say goodbye to anyone.. What about Rick..? He'll most likely be transferred to Hawaii with dad..

Letting out a pained cough, darkness welcomed me again.

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I woke with a start, my body jolting. Strangely I felt my senses spike.. Odd.. Like butterflies, my eyes fluttered open. Pain spiked in my head with a giant headache as my eyes darted around me. I was in a red velvet king sized bed with nothing but a black silk sheet covering my body. Next my fingers twitched, so far so good Graison keep going. I slowly raised my hand and stared at it. My nails were painted. Not the late night nail painting with best friends that always ends up on the carpet anyways, but like.. A spa nail painting. The pain in my head grew every second I kept my eyes open. And now finally. I sat up but helped in pain halfway, but forced myself to go on...

I was shocked.

Here I am, laying in what people could say a Queen's room.. But goth version.

My hands pull away the silk sheet as I swing my legs over the edge and slowly walk towards a mirror. I stumble slightly and look down to see black wedges holding my 130 lb body up. I continued to walk to the mirror.

"Holy...shit.." I mumbled softly as I saw a gorgeous red and black dress on me, that ended at my knees. My hair was draped around my shoulders and back. But those weren't the most shocking things...

I had two devil horns on the top of my head.. Where my headache hurt the most. Shakily I reach up and poke at them. I try shaking them like they were fake but they felt like another piece of my skull. I felt something squirm under my dress and I slowly lift the back of it as turning. A fucking devil tail?! Yep you read that right. A black speared devil tail wiggled above my butt. To be honest I looked sexy as hell.

"Quite stunning, isn't it?" A familiar voice calls out. I spin around to only be pushed against the mirror but a strong figure.

"W-Who are you..?" My whole body was shaking.. Until two gorgeous strange eyes if I do say so myself stared at me.

"I am Zoltan, your master." He smirked in a deep voice that sent shivers down my back and... T..turned me on..? (Picture of dude above or on the side is Zoltan)

"H-Hello.. Wait!" I try to squirm away but he pins my wrists above my head. Zoltan was about 5 inches taller so he leaned down and whispered in my ear.

"My my.. You're really slow, aren't you?" He grinned against my jawline, making my face heat up. Who the fuck is this hot specimen?!

"G-Get off. Right now." I growled the best I could.

"You don't tell your master what to do.." His eyes suddenly got red and his finger lit up. That's so fucking weird. But before I could yell.. He shoved the finger through my dress and upon the wound I have recently have been given.

I screamed at the top of my lungs as tears spilled from my small eyes. I thrashed around as he pressed his burning finger harder against my wound.

"STOP IT!!! P-please!!" Was all I could say before he dropped my shivering body upon the ground. "I want to go home.." More tears fell from my face as I thought of all the horrible things this dude has in store for me. He suddenly picked me up, in bridle style and very gently set me on the bed. I flinched as he climbed over me and settled in the bed next to me.

"I am sorry, Graison.. But I cannot allow you to do that.." Zoltan said and stroked my cheek, which I yanked away from. He angrily grabbed my jaw and forced me to look at him. "Rule 1: you do not give me attitude."

"What's make you think you can give me rules?!"

"You're already breaking rule 1!" He growled and sighed. "Rule 2: you're mine. Rule 3: you do not disobey me. Or you will regret." His dominant voice made me want to latch around him and just go at it. He was frightening but also.. Comforting at the same time.. But.. He is strange.. And hot.. Oh my god Graison make a damn choice!! "You got it?"

The man pulled me from my thoughts and I nodded, tears staring to burn my eyes again. He wipes away the tears and leaned towards me. My body shook as I expected him to kiss me full on the lips.. But he protectively kissed my temple and stroked my hair. There was something about him that I couldn't put my finger on..

"Graison.." I glanced up at his body leaning over mine slightly.

"Y-Yes master?" The word burned on my tongue like acid. This was all going to fast.

"You're my personal devil." He stroked my cheek then shoved my body towards him. He hugged my face into his chest, which I couldn't refuse. And he drifted off.. But I stayed awake.. Staring and taking him in.. Trying to figure who he really is.

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