Chapter III: Trapped by the Demon

Anker

"I've always

considered it very dangerous; skydiving is one of the last things I would try

in this world."

 "Every now and then, it's important to

feel that adrenaline. It will help you see life from a different

perspective," I commented as I took a bite of a strawberry from the cup.

The redhead girl

let out a flirtatious giggle. "You can tell you love dangerous

things."

"I love it

when danger comes in a double portion," she replied with a smile. She

watched as the girl with braids ran her tongue over her lower lip while giving

her a longing look, a look she knew well, filled with attraction towards the

different and mysterious.

Trixie had told

her that in this area she might encounter an angel who used to roam around

there, but she didn't feel any celestial presence. She wondered if Trixie was just

playing a prank on her. Aside from a couple of people, she only noticed the two

attractive girls enjoying a snack on the grass. It seemed like the perfect

place to keep watch and pass the time. After all, if she didn't find the angel,

at least she would convince the girls to have a fun time, the three of them

together.

One of the women

started a conversation, but Anker didn't bother to listen. She discreetly

watched a girl walking briskly and sitting on a bench to read a pocket book.

Her aura and demeanour betrayed her splendour. She was definitely one of them.

"Well, girls,

it was a pleasure spending time with you, but I must be going," Anker

announced.

 "Oh no, stay a little longer," said

the redhead with a pout.

"Please stay,

Anker," added the friend, placing her hand on Anker's.

"Believe me,

I wish I could, but I have things to do," Anker responded.

She approached the

redhead and planted a kiss on her lips, taking her by surprise. She slightly

opened her lips and their tongues danced for a moment.

When they pulled

apart, the other, more demanding girl approached, also demanding a kiss. She

placed her hands behind Anker's neck to deepen the kiss, which ignited a spark

of desire in Anker. However, she stepped back. If she continued like this, she

would give in to temptation.

"Excuse me,

ladies, but it's time for me to go," declared Anker. The redhead handed

her a piece of paper with a phone number. "Take our number. You can call

us to go out when you're free," she suggested.

Anker smiled and

tucked the paper into the pocket of her black shirt. She knew she wouldn't call

them. Unfortunately, the moment had already passed.

For a brief

moment, she thought the angel might be watching her and would disrupt any of

her plans. However, as she approached, she realized the angel's gaze was fixed

on the book, paying little attention to her presence as she walked slowly in

front of her.

It didn't surprise

her that the angel remained unaffected. Thanks to her talismans, she had

concealed her demonic aura, perhaps even making herself appear like an ordinary

human. It was evident that angels wouldn't be perturbed or lower their pride in

the presence of one.

Melanie

Immersed herself

in the fascinating stories of Agatha Christie's mysterious universe, with her

legs crossed, sitting on a bench. She was so engrossed in her reading that she

paid no attention to the passing hours or people. She was hypnotized by the

words, scanning them quickly with her eyes, eager to discover what would happen

next.

"I see you're

thoroughly entertained," a voice interrupted her reverie. When she looked

towards its source, she saw a man with his hands tucked into his black jacket,

giving her a smile. "Christie, huh? Her novels are quite popular.

Personally, I prefer Adam Neville. He has some pretty good stories."

There was

something peculiar about this individual that she couldn't quite identify. At

first glance, he appeared to be an ordinary human, but she was unsettled by the

comedic and sarcastic glint in his eyes, as if he was hiding something darker.

"Can I help

you with something?" she asked.

"Would you

mind if I join you?" the man responded.

"No

problem," she shrugged, deciding to downplay her initial doubts and return

to her reading.

"And what

about you? Do you enjoy mystery and Christie?" the man inquired.

"I prefer

Stephen King; horror is more my thing," she replied.

"I suppose no

self-proclaimed reader could resist reading some of his works," the man

extended his hand and nodded. "By the way, I apologize for not introducing

myself. My name is Anker."

"Melanie,"

she replied, reciprocating the gesture. She typically had little interest in

humans, but something about him unsettled her, although she couldn't quite

pinpoint why.

"It's a

beautiful name. Did your mother or father give it to you?" Anker asked.

She had chosen

that name randomly on the day she met little Leila. Remembering that moment was

distressing, so she tried to ignore it to avoid thinking about the possible

consequences.

"It was my

father. I'm not sure of its true meaning, but I like it," she replied.

"I

understand. It's curious; I've been living in this city for a long time, and I

don't recognize you," Anker commented.

"I don't

think you know everyone who lives in this city," she responded.

"I would

remember a face as beautiful as yours, I assure you," Anker flirted.

Great, now he's

trying to flirt with me, she thought. She regretted not concealing her presence

earlier. Men were so predictable, attracted to her physical form on earth, and

that bothered her.

"Well, I have

to go. I have things to do," she said, standing up. She felt his hand

gripping her arm. She prepared to strike him with a clenched fist, but before

she could do so, he transported her to another place at an extraordinary speed.

He pushed her onto

a sofa, leaving her lying there, looking around in surprise. He stood before

her, wearing a satisfied expression in his gaze. She had made a grave mistake:

this individual was not human.

"What the

hell do you think you're doing?" She stood up to hit him, but he held her

wrist inches from his face.

"You should

calm down so we can have a civilized conversation," he said. She let out a

frustrated growl and raised her left leg to kick him. She was shocked when he

grabbed her leg and positioned it around his hip, bringing their bodies too

close for comfort. A wicked smile played on his lips as he arched an eyebrow.

"I didn't

think we'd get to this point so soon. Your eagerness surprises me,

Melanie." Her breath caught in her chest. Was this really happening to

her?

"Let go, or

you'll regret it," she said, keeping her voice firm, trying to hide her

fear that he might harm her. She had been so naive to leave her weapons in the

apartment, thinking she wouldn't need them.

"And if I

don't? What do you think you'll do about it?" A chill ran down her spine

as she heard his suddenly deep voice. She didn't like this situation. With her

free hand, she pushed him forcefully to break free from his grip. He looked at

her, surprised and amused by the situation.

"Don't you

dare touch me again," she clenched her hands into fists. She quickly

looked around, searching for an exit. At first glance, she was in a rather

spacious and luxurious apartment, but her gaze focused on the glass doors

behind him, revealing a view of the sea.

"Are you

going to stop me? Can't you see that you're under my control now?" He

approached, and I felt the urge to step back. This time, I could sense his

demonic aura. And from that sensation, I knew he was unlike the demons I used

to face. This one seemed to be of a higher rank. It was impossible for me to

defeat him in a fight without weapons. I wasn't strong enough. I need to escape

from here, right now, she quickly thought of an escape plan.

"I'm not

under anyone's control," she took two steps closer, "and I will kill

you for what you just did."

He closed the

distance between us, and his black eyes stared at me intensely. There was a

gleam that I found unsettling, as if I were the prey, he was ready to devour.

"I like your

attitude of false arrogance," he spoke with a deep voice, no trace of humour

en sus palabras, "pero te quebrantaré hasta el punto en que ruegues por mí.

para tomar el control sobre ti".

"Yo no

think that's going to happen," I spread my wings and charged at him with

enough force to push him aside. With a surge, I extended my arms forward and

collided with the glass doors, shattering them. I quickly ascended, enjoying

the air hitting my face. It seemed like I had evaded the words of that filthy

demon, or so I thought.

Suddenly, as if an

invisible gust swept me back, I was violently thrown backward. I tried to fly

again, but that force seemed to absorb my downward momentum. I covered my face

just before being slammed forcefully into the sand. A wave of pain shot through

my side from the impact. With a growl, I tried to take flight once more, but

one of my wings didn't respond properly, and I fell back onto the sand. I spat

blood from my mouth. My human body was fragile, and if this continued, I would

end up breaking many bones, with a long healing process ahead.

"Done

playing?" the demon appeared standing with his hands behind his back, a

damned smirk of satisfaction on his face, "Or do you plan on hurting your

other wing?"

I did my best to

get up quickly. The pain in my body was so intense that I almost fell again,

but I managed to hold myself back. I didn't want to show any weakness in front

of him.

"How did you

trap me?"

"I simply let

the place bring you back here," he approached, grabbing a loose strand of

hair, "now you're all dirty for causing trouble."

I struck his hand,

not understanding how he was able to trap me at such speed without me even

seeing him.

"I told you

not to touch me. I don't know what kind of absurd game you're planning, but I

refuse to be a part of it."

"You're

already in the game. You could try to escape again, but you'll only receive the

same punishment."

"What do you

want from me?"

"All I want

is for you to accept staying here."

"That's not

going to happen. There's no way I would willingly be with a filthy demon like

you." I noticed confusion in his gaze, and I felt satisfied by it. But

before I could say anything else, he crouched down and lifted me, placing me

over his shoulder. This caused new waves of pain to surge through my body.

"What are you

doing?" I pounded his back with closed fists, but it was futile. He kept

walking, ignoring my complaints. Then, he transported us back to the apartment

and dropped me onto a bed, landing on my back. I tried to get up, but he pinned

my wrists to the bed and exerted his weight on me. Our bodies and faces were

too close. I struggled to move, but the currents of pain prevented me from

doing so.

"I'll make

you understand the hard way that you belong to me now," his eyes reflected

a darkness I had never seen before. My heart was pounding rapidly. I feared

what he might do to me in that moment when I was completely vulnerable.

"You'll have

to kill me first," I blurted out those words impulsively and immediately

regretted it. To my surprise, he smiled and kissed me on the cheek before

releasing me and standing up, leaving me utterly confused.

"I genuinely

like you, but I'm sorry to say that you won't be able to leave here until I say

so," he shrugged, "I'll leave you to adjust."

"Wait!"

Salió de la habitación y cerró la puerta detrás de él. Traté de abrirlo agarrando

El pomo de la puerta, pero era inútil. Había sido secuestrado y encerrado por eso

Maldito demonio.

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