Slaved to a Devil [lesbian] novel Chapter 23

Elise

I stop instantly when I hear Lauren’s screams. Retracting from her, I watch silently and terrified as her body breaks and reforms into something entirely menacing on the ground.

Just like all the times before, her entire cornea is now an opaque black, no soul or life within them.

Claws extend from her fingers and long fangs from her lips. Her skin shades into a dark burgundy, with scales clawing out of her once blemishless complexion.

Standing helpless as the woman I have become so close to becomes near unrecognisable, with the sound of cracking bones filling the room.

Despite my body screaming to run, my feet remain planted to the ground. She’s a predator, you turn your back, it will attack.

Closing my eyes and attempting not to hyperventilate with the amount of fear consuming my sense, I hug myself, if only to make myself smaller and find comfort in something.

Nothing can be done though, as a tingling sensation of terror rolls down my spine as I feel hot breaths against my shoulder.

Opening my eyes, I realise what I have already suspected. Lauren is no longer on the ground, transforming into something else, but is standing behind me, sizing up its prey.

Remaining as still as possible, as not to aggravate the beast, I focus on its breath and any other sounds I can manage.

The cracking of bones have thankfully subsided, and my shaking inhales with it’s deep horse like breaths being the only sounds left in the room.

“L-L-Lauren?” I whisper, hoping in one final attempt to reach her.

I turn around slowly, hoping my movements won’t provoke the devil side of Lauren. She remains motionless though, analysing every moment slowly and meticulously.

I can still make out her beautiful face, despite the inch long fangs and maroon, snakelike skin. Her high cheekbones and long slender nose is still visible. Her hair is no longer blonde though, but instead raven black, as dark as her lifeless eyes. She tilts her head as I come full circle, facing her completely now.

I stare in amazement at the webbed wings stretched out from her shoulders to six feet either side of her.

“Lauren?”

She remained motionless, her breathing just feather lightly grazing my face in puffs.

I bring up my hand slowly trying to touch her face in a way to calm her and let her recognise me in some way. But before my hand can even extend to her face, I am caged in tightly by her arms, winding me before flinging both of us into the air with her wings lifting us from the ground.

I hold onto her as tight as I can and scream as my body hits the glass window shattering it and allowing for it to splinter my skin as she flies us above her estate.

I bury my face into her neck and try my hardest not to look down or let go, despite the being’s hold on me being tight already.

The wind coldly blows over my half naked body, but I’m too paralysed to mind, besides Lauren’s constant body heat serves as a guard.

When she deems the height appropriate, she finally haunts her ascent and we remain held in the air by her long powerful wings. I chance a look down to the ground, but only small make out the estate below us, about the size of an ant.

Fear inhabits my body, more so than it has already and I begin to shaky in her tight embrace.

“L-l-Lauren,” I stutter, not removing my face from her naked, scaled but surprisingly soft shoulder as tears rolled down my face. “You’re scaring me, please can we go back to the ground?”

She doesn’t respond, resulting in me lifting my head from her shoulder to gauge her expression. But she holds the same curiosity as she examines me.

“Ground,” I say more sternly and pointing downwards so she can understand. “I want to be on the ground.”

She tilts her head and tightens her jaw, almost looking determined. Her hands move downwards, gripping my bare bottocks and wrapping my legs around her torso.

“Lauren…” I barely get out before she manvouvers herself into a dive towards the earth.

The air leaves my lungs but the speed of the wind carries my scream away.

“St-st-stop,” I stuttered into her neck, clawing my nails into her back to try and stabilise myself.

At my instructions she levels out, bringing us into a controlled easy glide twenty feet from the ground.

Her claws scratch gently at my back, trying to comfort me and retract my head from her shoulders, but I keep it buried, with my eyes tightly shut until we come to a complete halt with a small jolt, standing upright now.

Tears are still descending my cheeks and I refuse to remove myself from around her, scared of what she could do to me next.

The jostling of her walking doesn’t settle my thundering heartbeat as it punches into my chest. Only when I feel the softness of fabric under me do I let her go and fall to the bed.

I quickly retreat from her form though, seeing her menacing face still just looking at me like I was a puzzle.

Her gaze quickly shifts and locks onto my arms, still bleeding from the glass shards.

I flinch away from her as she springs towards me, straddling me and effortlessly grabs my arms against my protest and strength to inspect the cuts.

Her eyebrows frown a little as she moves closer as she follows the dried and fresh blood trailing down my arm from the speed of the flying whipping the droplets around.

She lets go of my arms eventually and unexpectedly picks me up from the bed, sending white hot fear down my spine once more. I don’t fight back though, I know it’s pointless against her strength.

She lowers me into the bathtub and retreats to the cabinet to get a first aid kit.

When she returns, she frowns with her nails being in the way as she tries to gently clean, dry and bandage the cuts on my arms.

When she’s finished, she carries me to the bed and drops me onto it. I’m too stunned and confused to know how to react, even as she was pulling the glass from my arm with her nails, I sat as motionless as possible besides letting my eyes watch her movements.

Standing over me, she glares down at me, her hands to her sides and her eyes seeming as empty and black as a starless night.