It all started from a chainmail message. Now, kidnapped to Hell by the Prince of Hell himself,
Y/N has to deal with her resurging memories of the past as well as try to survive. Will she survive against the heat or will her past consume her?
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Y/N POV: It's allright" the orphanage mother said nudging, 12 year old me infront.
My eyes travelled up to make direct eye contact with the woman.
Wearing a pair of grey sweatpants, a blue sweater, her dark brown hair messily knotted, some of the crumbs from breakfast still lingering around her mouth with an overall plump appearance.
I didn't want to go closer to her, but the orphanage mother pushed me forwards more.
"She's going to be your new mother now, Y/N!" the orphanage mother said smiling
The woman infront of me grinned, showing off her yellow stained teeth.
"Now come on!" The woman said, her meaty hand grabbing my own little hand dragging me away from the orphanage.
"No, no. I want to go back" I pleaded but my last sight was the orphanage mother waving goodbye.
I was taken to the woman's house, which looked old from the outside and in the inside.... Old as well.
"Now, that I have officially adopted you. I can quit my third part time job. I'm sure the money the government will give for raising you will help in many ways" The woman said
"But the money isn't for personal use. It's for my - " I started before I was cut off
"I will do what I please, child. Who are you to talk about against me? Did your parents not teach you any manners?" The woman replied
"My whole family died in a car accident. You would've noticed that if you actually read the whole adoption papers rather than just sign the adoption form!" I retaliated
"Well, that sounds like such a tearjerker. B O R I N G" the woman said laughing
"From now on, you will only address me as Mrs Rovier! Not mother, not mum and definitely not mummy" Mrs Rovier said harshly
"I work many hours daily juggling two part time jobs so most of the time I will not be at home. I expect you to take care of yourself, of course" Mrs Rovier stated
"Oh, most importantly though. In whatever case, do not ever open the last door on your right on the 2nd floor" Mrs Rovier finally finished
"Why what's there?" I enquired before Mrs Roviers lips curved into a cheekish evil smile.
"Something you'll regret finding out about"
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My eyes slowly fluttered, before I was able to open them to some extent. Even then, my vision was blurry as my eyes got used to the new surroundings.
