Chapter 3

I rather liked the feeling of someone pressed against my body. It felt oddly comforting and made me unable to pull away. My calm was soon interrupted when I remembered that he still had to think I was a girl, and since I'm not being killed... how will I keep up the act? Could acting like myself be enough, or would it give me away? I still didn't trust the demons motives... even if his embrace it gently, behind it, I can feel the strength in him that could crush me at any time. Would he kill me if my true gender was revealed? Would my mistake lead to the death of the children in the village? My throat tightens at the sudden realization of the gravity of my situation.

As I overthink, the demon takes a deep breath into my neck, snapping me back to reality as I feel the cool breath as he exhales. "Your warm...I hope you last longer than the others. They were quite disobedient and rude or just plain crybabies. I like how quiet and obedient you are." I can't help but feel uncomfortable at his words. A pang rubs through me when he mentions the last people... clearly there isn't a trace of past sacrifices...had he killed them? I wasn't planning to live past today, now I couldn't escape. I was stuck pretending to be a good girl when I wasn't a girl, nor was I wanting to follow whatever a demon commands, especially one with a record of a sort temper with people.

I stay on his lap stiffly, not daring to move. He seems content with resting his head on my shoulder and holding me close onto his lap. After a while he finally speaks into my neck, his grip tightening around my waist slightly. "Tomorrow I will be gone for some business. When you wake up there will be some food in the table and I should be back before dinner. I expect you to behave while I'm gone, is that clear?" He glances up at me, but I only nod, wary of what he just said. Was he actually going to treat me so...well? A little warmth forms in my chest at the thought of food, I was hungry but not willing to ask for anything. Did he have ill intentions? Maybe his kind treatment was like a ritual thing, and after he would kill me, or worse....

After a while of sitting in silence, he took his head off of my shoulder and looked me straight in the eyes, his red eyes making me hold my breath, his expression firm but not one of anger. "It's best if we go to bed now." I just nod and wait awkwardly, partially not wanting to leave his embrace but also thankful I can get away from him since I didn't know his true intentions. I speak with a soft voice, trying to make my voice sound more like a girls, though I hate the fact I had to. "Uhm....where can I sleep...?" He studies my face a moment, as if confused why I'm even asking. "Obviously you're sleeping on the bed. It's been too long since I've been so warm, I can't risk you losing it sleeping elsewhere."

 I stay there confused, but he simply picks me up, setting me down on the ground. He yawns before getting under the covers, scootching over a bit and lifting the blankets looking at me expectantly. I hesitate, surprised he's actually telling me to use the same bed as him. I feel my cheeks heat up slightly, since I've never exactly been in the same bed as someone.

He seems to be getting impatient,, so I slowly slip into the blankets just barley, and lay on the edge of the bed, facing my back to him, trying to make myself as small and as far away from him as possible. He snaps and the lights turn off, leaving a dim room only lit by the fireplace. He sighs behind me, sounding more tired than annoyed before wrapping one arm around my side and pulling me over to him, holding me against his own body. I stiffen quickly, not expecting him to do that. My breath quickens slightly, and I try to calm my racing heart. His body was firm but cold against my back, though the cold was oddly comfortable, not harshly cold, just cool against me as the blankets make a warm layer around us.

I eventually calm myself down and he just nuzzles into the back of my neck, pulling me closer into both his arms and presses his legs into mine. my breath catches slightly, not used to all the contact. After awhile I managed to calm myself. I know I couldn't exactly pull away and ruin what seems like a satisfied demon. I couldn't risk messing this up if I was in the clear, he didn't exactly seem to be interested in killing or eating me, so I hope that means I'm safe for now.

After all the stress of today I feel my eyes sting and begin to get heavy. I've never felt so safe, so comfortable sleeping, remember that he had promised an actual meal in the morning, maybe...just maybe...I would finnaly be freed of the abuse. I knew that after the bath the paint covering my wounds was slowly going to fade, eventually revealing them. my chest tightens at the thought of having to explain that. Would the sight of my damaged body make him disgusted....? Would it make him no longer so kind?

The fears run through my mind of all the things I'm hiding, the delicate girls I'm pretending to be would slowly fade away, my disguise will eventually be ruined...I can't exactly hope the extensions, body dyes, and girly interest in outfits ( including the padded bra) wouldn't eventually be seen through. I wouldn't be surprised if when he found out he would destroy the village and the innocent children...I can't stand the thought. I take a shaky breath and slowly place my hand on the one wrapped around my waist. I close my eyes, no longer wanting to be trapped. My life has always been a long trap I could never escape. For once...I wanted to let myself hold the false hope that I can wake to something better. Just anything better...I slip into a deep, dreamless sleep.

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