The Devil Arrangement
"Oh darling, don't be scared of monsters. They aren't real, I swear on my life."
I can finally make out more of the face behind the voice. His features are drawn into rueful smirk, obviously enjoying the reactions he gets from me. And his posture, his form, it all radiates pure power and confidence, making me feel even smaller where I stand.
"You aren't even real," I spit out. "I'm dreaming, I've had this dream before, and the next morning, you were gone." My fears and worries over the past few days are just manifesting themselves into nightmares because I chose to repress them in every other way. But you can't repress your innermost thoughts and feelings in your sleep, because you have no control over your mind until you are aware. And now I'm aware, and if i just pinch myself, I'll wake up, and silver eyes will be gone.
"Wake up," I whisper softly, pinching the skin on my arm. Now, open your eyes and it will all be over.
And so I do. And the thing, the it, he is gone. "I really need therapy," I sigh before heading towards my bed.
Suddenly, two cold hands are around my waist, and I'm pulled back against a hard body. "I don't think you need therapy. I like girls who are a little on the crazy side, but not completely mental. Those aren't worth the trouble," his lips dip down towards my ear. "Not even if they're hot."
His face is so close to mine. His words are so clear. He is in every way, shape, and form real, and so is the danger I am in.
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What happens when one girl gets her self caught up in a deal with the wrong demon?