Slaved to a Devil [lesbian] novel Chapter 2

Elise

"Get up," the rhythmic voice said sternly, pulling me from my last memory of my old life.

I grunt as I pull myself into a sitting position.

Her black eyes hold mine with wonder. She leans against the concrete wall just inside the doorway, seemingly relaxed in the suit and tie she's wearing, if it weren't for the tension in her defined jaw.

How is it that I've gone from seeing her once a week to twice in the same one?

"Are you hungry?" She asks, attempting to sound calm but her frustration breaking through it anyway.

I nod my head, feeling the cramps building up in my stomach again.

"Then come with me," she says, pushing the cell door open and waiting for me outside.

I dragged myself onto weak legs and stumbled after her, using the adjacent wall for leverage. I hesitate before I walk through the door, not knowing what lies ahead of me.

Something told me I should stay, better the devil you know, isn't that the saying is?

But another part of me didn't care what happened to me after this, the part of me that has completely given up with the world.

"Are you coming or staying?" She asks with a scowl on her face.

I bite back a retort, not wanting what happened yesterday to happen again. She must see this because a smirk pulls at her lips and she looks at me mischievously.

Screw it, anything out there is better than spending another minute here. I shakily step through the threshold of my prison, and follow her down a concrete hallway.

We approach a flight of stairs leading up to a steel door, much like the one of my cells.

Before ascending she grabs my upper arm closest to her and roughly pulls me so I'm facing her.

"Don't even think about escaping, there is nowhere to go and I will catch you before you can even make your first step."

I nod, flinching away from the sharp claw like nails embedded into my skin.

"Good," her tone changed back into a more friendly and innocent one to the hard, emotionless one before.

I swear this woman doesn't know what she wants to be. I've heard of bipolar but this is something completely different altogether.

She pulls the arm that is still in her grasp and wraps it around her elbow, like she was escorting me rather than ordering me to go anywhere. I allow her to tug me up the stairs and through the steel door.

I feel my next breath getting forced from my lungs as I let my eyes roam around the beautifully furnished hallway.

From this type of interior the house must be huge and expensive. What does she do for a living, because it must pay well, like really well.

Not waiting for me to continue looking around she tugs me along, until we enter two wide open large doors.

The only thing occupying the room is a long mahogany dining table, with chairs lining on either end of it. Diamond chandeliers hang in the middle of the room, reflecting the light and dazzling my vision

She leads me to the table and pulls the chair out for me. I practically fall into the chair from how tired my legs really are from the distance we have been walking.

The woman releases her grip from my arm and walks to the other side of the table, clapping her hands together twice before sitting down.

Footsteps approach from behind me, bringing my attention to a girl, dressed in a typical maid's dress and carrying a silver platter.

She places it in front of me and lifts the lid, letting me see the assortment of vibrant foods underneath.

I look back to the blonde woman who raises her eyebrows in question to me.

"I haven't poisoned it, if that's what you're about to ask."

I reach out for the closest item on the platter, which happens to be a roll of freshly made, still warm bread.

Normally I would have more respect and courtesy, but turns out I don't care what she thinks of me and it is her fault for starving me for so long. Before long half the platter has disappeared and I can no longer fit any more food into my stomach.

I sit back in my chair, rubbing my now sore abdomen.

"Are you finally finished?" The woman asks annoyed.

I nod my head and close my eyes, regretting not stopping sooner, but in a way I'm glad I didn't. If she locked me back in that cell for a month without any food then the more I have now should be better in the long run.