Slaved to a Devil [lesbian] novel Chapter 31

Elise

“So this is the last day, what are you thinking of choosing?”

Today was the last day of Lauren and I’s agreement, that we had made a month ago, when neither of us had known each other aside from having a hostage captor relationship. I don’t think the agreement really matters anymore, not the same way at least because when we had made it, I couldn’t wait to get away from her, but now I don’t know what I want. To me her question wasn’t the choice of freedom or solitary, but whether I wanted to stay with her from now on or go back to my family.

“I’m not sure,” I say snuggling into Lauren’s feverish warmth. “I want to stay here with you, I want to choose you but I don’t want to give up my family.”

Shamefully, I hadn’t really thought about my family back home much in the last week. Lauren had made me feel so close to me the whole time, almost obsessively attached, not that I was complaining, so I couldn’t find myself thinking of anything but her.

“Nor would I want you to, not without being completely certain of what you want.”

I nod my head slightly into her chest, my throat clogging at the decision I have to make.

Why couldn’t I just stay here with her and have my family at the same time?

“But I want you, I really do.”

“Elise, you deserve far better than what this is, I’ve survived with it this long, I can continue knowing that you are safe and happy.”

Her arms retract from around, sliding around to my hips so she can look me in the eyes. I got lost in them for a long time, trying to imagine the hazel colour she had told me about instead of the obsidian depths they are now.

Suddenly the doors flew open, causing me to jump in fright, completely off Lauren’s lap and onto the floor. Lauren’s lazy relaxed demeanour quickly turns into a defensive one as she stands up and pulls me behind her, her wings already spanning out around us, shielding most of my view.

“Well, well, well…” a middle aged woman says, her bejewelled dressed frame appearing through the doorway between Lauren’s blonde curtain of hair. “Love what you’ve done to the place Elizabeth.”

“What do you want?” Lauren snarls, her skin beginning to tinge slightly into a darker colour, and her hair tinting to darkness.

The older woman continues into the room, brushing off Lauren’s aggressive retort.

“You know what I want,” she says lazily like all of this was boring.

“You won’t get her, ever.”

Lauren walks backwards, pushing me to the corner of the room and guarding me with her body. I feel her tail latching onto my ankle, not tightly, but enough for her to know I’m still behind her.