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I stay for long seconds staring at the door, emptied from the inside.

Despite Elsa's tenderness, I know that my stay here is going to be hell because of the demon.

It's barely 1 hour since I woke up and I already feel my blood boiling because of her.

But I wouldn't let it go, I wouldn't be his submissive. It's over, I won't fall back into this nightmare, I won't make the same mistake as with Sohan.

My resistance will be my strength.

I repeat these words over and over in my head to try to give myself the strength to come down.

I don't know what awaits me down there. Am I going to serve as a punching bag?

Before joining them, I quickly put my things away. It doesn't take me long, I don't have anything.

When I left home that night, I left alone with no memories of my previous life.

As if the simple idea of ​​having even one object, one piece of clothing, was unthinkable to them.

So, I'm left with no baggage remembering that night, maybe it's better this way after all?

no memories

No tracks

no nostalgia

No crying.

Apart from this object

My gaze drifts to that pendant around my neck, the only thing I have left.

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I've had it since I was little and never take it apart.

It reminds me of where I come from and what I am.

To them, it's just a metal necklace with an old photo.

For me, it's my whole life.

Am I clinging to him so as not to fall?

Probably.

But if it was the only thing you had left of your previous life, the only proof that it ever existed, who wouldn't do like me?

So I hang on, for her, so that she's proud of me where she is.

Because she's the strongest woman I know, she's my inspiration and she wouldn't like to see me give up.

She kept repeating to me:

"What doesn't kill you, makes you stronger"

Those words were his motto, and didn't mean much to me before.

But today I understand them, I grew up with his words resounding in my head.

- "Get your shitty little ass down before I create a second asshole for you", growls the voice of the demon through the intercom.

I turn towards the source of this sound and discover a small intercom hanging near my bed.

His threat sends shivers down my spine and chills me instantly.

Even in my room I should suffer this unpleasant voice?

I have to remove the batteries.

This thing that I hadn't even noticed won't last very long.

I take a deep breath and hurry to put on a sweater before going downstairs.

When I push open the door, I see the stairs in the distance and internally rejoice that I don't have to walk too much.

My legs are still cotton and each step causes me intense pain in the abdomen.

When I look around me, the corridor stretches for several meters and I notice at this moment the size of the house.

From where I am, I can already see at least 9 rooms, just on this floor.

But that's not what surprises me the most, no, what appeals to me more are the dominant colors.

Unlike my bedroom, the colors are dark, almost black, creating a cold atmosphere.

I understand now how can we guess that this house is that of the demon.

Elsa told me earlier that he lived there alone.

I wasn't really surprised, who would want to live with him?

I go down the stairs and fall from a height discovering the beauty of the living room.

Despite the dark colors, the room is lit by large bay windows giving a view of the garden and plunging the house into a warm atmosphere.

The dining room is right next to the living room and is occupied by a table that could almost accommodate an entire football team as it spans the room.

A fireplace, plants and shelves fill in the empty space and reinforce this loving decor.

At first glance, the house looks old.

Everything is old, the fireplace reminds me of that of kings and the furniture is damaged.

But everything is so beautiful.

It's as if this house sent back a story, that it enveloped us in its old age.

In fact, it reminds me of a house passed down from generation to generation.

The walls seem to tell stories and the furniture evoke memories.

It's nothing like Sohan's little cell or my old house.

I can't explain how, but this one gives me a sense of security.

Maybe it's its old age, its grandeur, its color, I don't know, but I feel a certain calm walking on this black tiled floor.

- And here is the atomic bomb, writes a deep voice when I get closer to the big table.

I tense slightly.

A young girl and a man are seated around the table while the demon is standing, staring at the ground.

A few strands of her black hair fall over her face, slightly hiding her expression.

The young man with the deep voice is meanwhile walking towards the table, a glass of lemonade in his hand.

- Oh !

The young girl gets up immediately with enthusiasm and rushes over to hug me.

- I'm so glad to meet you! I feel that you and I will become great friends, she told me enthusiastically. I made room for you in my apartment in case Daemon makes your head spin.

I smile back, glad that at least one person here is glad I'm here.

She looks adorable.

She continues to squeeze me harder and harder and I grit my teeth when she comes into contact with my belly.

- Oh sorry, she apologizes awkwardly when she realizes it.

His hands leave my arms to rest on his hips, studying me from head to toe.

- You are beautiful, she compliments me, turning me around. Daemon hid from me that you were so beautiful, she smiled, turning to him.

He finally lifts his eyes from the ground as if he's just noticed my presence and immediately closes in on himself.

- I thought your taste was better.

She rolls her eyes and turns to me.

- I'm Romy, a friend of Daemon, she introduces herself.

- Kali, I say in my turn, the... uh... a..., I stutter not knowing what to say.

What am I in reality?

Demon possession?

A prisoner?

A simple object?

Nothing ?

- I love your first name, is it a diminutive?

- No, it's my real first name, I answered gently.

She smiles at me and I take the opportunity to look at her, her hair swinging from side to side.

Romy is the first person with red hair that I meet, and now I'm sure I envy people with this hair color, it's so refined.

But it's also so rare that these people are sometimes rejected, deemed too different from us.

I've always wondered how you could judge someone by their hair color, their physique.

How could we kick someone out just because they're not like us or don't meet our criteria.

We're all different.

And it's those differences that make this world so beautiful.

I drive away the memories that threaten to anger me and refocus on his silhouette.

Her beautiful shiny curls fall a little lower on her chest and bring out her almond eyes.

The freckles on her face and the pallor of her skin give her a childish side.

- It is necessary at all costs that I...

She is interrupted by a slamming door and the sound of heels approaching us.

A few seconds later, a young woman enters the room and puts down her bag, declaring:

- Remind me why men only know how to talk with their dick?

She leaves to kiss the guy with lemonade, Daemon and does the same with the young man who exclaims when she approaches:

- Because it's the only weapon capable of shutting you up, he said half lying on one of the chairs, his feet on the table.

She pats him on the head and pushes her feet to sit astride him.

- It's true that it's not with this machine that you make us scream, she finally retorts.

The complexion of the young man becomes livid and he signs a stab in the chest, making him understand the wound that she has just caused him.

Then, the young woman's eyes meet mine and she turns to Daemon:

- Another one of your whores, she said smugly, looking me up and down.

- If so, give me the location, I have to go and have a look at all costs, said the brunette sipping his drink.

Daemon laughs at this remark and replies:

- Who do you take me for, did you watch it? Even a blobfish would be more attractive than this trail.

Romy glares at Daemon then turns to me, making sure I'm okay.

These words are harsh and meant to hurt me.

So, I take it upon myself, clench my fists and answer naturally:

- Is it already necessary that this one wants you well.

Daemon's face pales and I give him my best smile.

Romy laughs at my answer and grabs my arm to lead me around the table with the others.

- This is Hayley, she said, pointing to the brunette who had just arrived, and here is Derek, she continues, pointing to the seated young man. And he, the one who keeps making remarks, is Sasha, she points to the lemonade one. Kali is Daemon's possession, she explains to Hayley.

The word "possession" gives me chills and manages to shut me down.

I hate that word.

Romy averts her gaze towards the demon announcing:

- I don't introduce you to Daemon, you've already met him.

- Unfortunately, he asks to answer coldly.

I glare at him and he smiles sadistically back at me.

Introductions done, Derek jumped up from his chair and came over to me, sending Hayley flying and groaning.

When she sees him coming towards me, she shoots me a look so dark it makes my blood run cold.

- Delighted Kali... the future woman of my life, Derek declares on one knee, kissing my hand.

Sasha also immediately jumped out of her chair to come over to me.

He bumps into Derek and imitates him:

- Enchanted Kali, the future sun of my life.

He gives me his most flirtatious smile and then shifts his gaze to Derek:

- See, it's more romantic.

He finished his sentence by throwing him a look that meant "In your dirty face snot".

A feeling of unease sets in and the embarrassment makes me take a few steps back.

I don't like this kind of intimate contact, this kind of physical closeness, even more coming from a man.

Since Sohan, I have not been able to let myself appreciate insignificant, comforting gestures.

I always feel like this is just the beginning of an even bigger blow.

That they are only here to destroy me.

Noticing my embarrassment, this time it's Derek pushing Sasha and apologizing:

- I'm sorry Kali, I didn't mean to make you feel uncomfortable. It's just that you're so pretty that it's hard not to fall in love with your beauty.

This compliment, despite flattering, only accentuates my embarrassment and Daemon exclaims:

- Ok, let's start the meeting, I have other more important things to do.

For once, I thank him inside for saving me from this awkward moment. Even if his intervention was only for his personal needs.

Sasha puts an arm around my shoulders and he whispers in my ear:

- Is he always so grumpy?

He looks at me innocently as if I was the one who had been with him forever and I can't hold back a grin seeing him so serious.

We all sit around the table and Hayley exclaims first:

- I don't see what more there is to say. Kali is the object of Daemon, there is nothing else to add.

"Daemon Item"

Those words sound so real in his mouth that it hurts me.

A heavy silence settles in the room and I suddenly feel too much among these people I don't know.

- You are at Daemon's command. You help him in a way, Romy tells me with a smile that is worth comforting.

- Oh, I don't need any help. Especially coming from a poor girl, the demon immediately retorts.

Well then why did he take me away?

Why did he make me his possession if he doesn't need me and I resent him as much as he shows?

This man apparently doesn't want me here, so why does he want me to stay?

What am I really going to use?

- So take me home, I let go suddenly, making all pairs of eyes turn on me.

He arches an eyebrow, surprised at my intervention, then exclaims, an unhealthy grin on his face:

- There are so many things I would like to do to you first.

I swallow hard and Romy cuts the demon before it gets out of hand:

- You will remain under Daemon's orders until the event, she leaves suddenly.

- What an event ?

My blood is racing in my head, maybe this is finally the opportunity for me to have some answers?

Romy turns her gaze to Daemon and begs him not to get upset.

I don't think I was supposed to know that...

All five exchange glances filled with secrets and I feel that they are hiding something from me.

I have a presentiment that I'm not going to serve him except to bring him his coffee.

- In any case, in a few months she gets out, exclaims the demon.

Some months ?

What will happen to me after these few months?

Hayley continues by telling her mission for the week, seeming to end the discussion.

And once again, I believe that my questions will remain unanswered.

The meeting continues all afternoon without my having to intervene for a single moment. I wonder if it was really necessary for me to attend for so long. All they do is talk business and cartel business that I don't understand. The only reason that explains my presence is the fact that I bring them the coffee.

My role is to go back and forth in the kitchen, under the cruel smile of the demon who takes pleasure in chaining them.

And when I had the audacity to ask him what was the point of having a maid if not to bring him coffees, he replied playfully:

- I asked him to take a few days off, now that you're here...

It's now safe, I hate him. A lot. Passionately. To insanity.

No matter how hard I try to tell myself that my stay here is only temporary, I can't stop my hands from strangling his neck. He is so arrogant with his smile that taunts me all the time that I want to knock his teeth out to make his perfect teeth disappear. Yes because in addition to being charismatic, he has perfect teeth!

- You won't be able to sleep tonight, I tell him coldly when I bring him back his umpteenth coffee.

- It's not a problem, I'll watch you do it, he answers tit for tat, a psychopathic smile plastered on his face.

- Neurotic.

- I prefer "mentally unstable".

Ok, he is completely unbalanced.

The meeting finally comes to an end and everyone finally leaves the house.

My presence didn't help much, but at least I'm a little more enlightened about the actions of this cartel.

They are billionaires.

All day long, they make tickets and use them to reach the biggest mafiosos in the world.

It's illegal, yes.

Their missions are very diverse and numerous. Sasha told me that Dean and Roman are currently in Ibiza on a mission.

But their missions are also very often dark and dangerous, blood is part of their daily life and it doesn't seem to bother them.

They burst out laughing in my face when I learned that Romy and Hayley had already killed to protect the boys.

They are not much older than me and yet they have already taken their lives.

It made me feel sick, I don't think I'm used to this world enough yet.

"It was either them or my friends," Romy defended himself.

"We don't even count the times they sacrificed themselves for us," Hayley added.

On the one hand I understand them, to save someone we love, we are ready for anything.

They seem really united, like a family.

Everything I wouldn't have anymore.

Maybe a part of me, deep down, despite this constant fear, wants them to be so united.

I lost everything that night.

It's so hard to tell yourself that there, around this table, every person who was there had already taken their life.

A shiver runs through my body.

Night has fallen when they leave the residence and my stomach growls from not having swallowed something for a long time.

It had been a long time since that feeling swept through my stomach.

It's true that Sohan often took away my appetite.

Not taking into account my belly which cries famine, the demon goes upstairs to lock himself up I don't know or without paying me any attention.

So I decide to go for a walk in the kitchen, looking for something to nibble on that would calm the growling in my stomach a little.

But it is with dismay that I open the fridge to find it empty. So I inspect the cupboards, empty, the freezer, empty.

Where did the food go?

I don't understand how anyone can have nothing to eat at home.

I do not admit defeat and continue to search all the cupboards until I find a tiny thing. And after long minutes of struggling with the poor furniture, I finally find a packet of chocolate cookies.

A cry of joy comes out of my mouth and I congratulate myself for my perseverance.

Like what, the work pays.

I savor my cookies and take advantage that the demon is not there to ask me in front of the TV.

The demon didn't forbid me anything, except to go to his office or the garage.

So I sit on the couch and imagine myself in my house.

I missed that feeling of peace. Sitting in front of a romantic movie, cookies in hand, making fun of such predictable characters, it's one of the things I miss most about my life before.

Maybe with the demon, I would have the right to find these moments so important to me?

Hope brings life

Several hours pass without my realizing it and my eyes are getting heavier and heavier. The sound of the film in the background, my thoughts turned to my past, sleep takes me shortly after the start of the third film.

**

I look at the time on my alarm clock, 3:50 am, it won't be long...

My hands are shaking thinking about what I'm going to have to go through in the next few minutes. The idea that everything starts again, of remaining helpless in the face of his touches and blows.

Every night I refrain from giving in to the brutality of his repeated blows.

Every night I wonder if he will come, if he will be even more violent than last night, if I will manage to survive.

3:51

My heart is pounding so hard in my chest that I feel like at any moment it could leave my body. A knot forms in my stomach and my throat goes dry from holding my breath.

3h52

His footsteps sound like the countdown of my death and I close my eyelids so tightly that they hurt. Perhaps by closing them very hard, they will remain closed for life?

The handle descends slowly, prolonging the agony, and the door opens on him, the man who took everything from me.

Sohan walks in the dark and despite the darkness of the room, I discern his sick smile through the brightness of my alarm clock.

He begins by taking off his shoes and dropping them on the floor.

My brain asks me for permission to turn off its emotions and I can only accept. I couldn't.

His pants joined his shoes and then it was his shirt's turn to fall to the ground.

- Don't worry sweetie, I'm going to be quick tonight, he whispers, not taking his eyes off me.

His voice makes me feel weird and I hold back a moan of disgust.

When his body closes in on me, I desperately pull back but my back quickly hits the wall and I find myself trapped.

His hands begin to touch my cheek, then his fingers trail down my lip until one of his fingers enters my mouth. A sudden urge to vomit takes me and I have to fight body and soul to control my breathing.

Breathe Kali.

Do not think about it.

Disconnect yourself.

Turn off your emotions.

With a violent movement, he takes off my clothes and I find myself very quickly only in panties in front of this monster.

The coldness of the room and of his hands on me paralyzes me and I think of all his previous nights.

I remember how much I had hurt, how much his brutality had killed me. I remember my repeated crying and my repeated requests begging him to stop.

His mouth sucks my nipples aggressively giving me intense pain and an urge to scream. My tears redouble in intensity as his hands roam every curve of my body. This body that I now hate, that it made me hate.

His hands then leave my hips to slide to the fabric of my panties.

I scream in pain and beg him to leave me alone. But his words only annoy him more and he pulls my panties which fall near his pants, immediately followed by his underwear.

Before I have time to ask him not to, he penetrates me so violently that my breathing stops.

My voice screams in pain and its comings and goings multiply inside me.

The sound of my voice grows fainter as the pain in my lower abdomen increases.

- I'm going to fuck you until you don't even remember what your name is.

I scream so loudly that my vocal cords break too.

A cold liquid brings me back to reality and I calm my breathing, which has become much too rapid.

The demon is just above me, a glass of water in his hand.

- Stop yelling or I swear the next time you open your mouth it'll be for something much more intense, his unpleasant voice bellowed.

I look at the time indicated on the clock, 3:52.

It was just a nightmare.