Demon shifts behind me and presses my knife to the front of my neck once more. "Mmm?" I ask wondering what he is doing. He moves the knife only lightly across my neck. "Ah," I gasp gently. Demon takes the knife away and cuts the duct tape holding my wrists and legs from the chair. I don't stand up yet holding my sore wrists. Demon walks to the other side of the room, putting my knife on the floor. I stand up eager to get my knife back. Demon walks back over to the chair I had been stuck to and grabs my wrist as he walks past me to stop me from walking over to my knife. "But…" I protest. Demon sits down on the chair and takes me onto his lap, so I am straddling him.
"You will get your knife back soon," Demon says calmly. I frown.
"Boring," I say frustrated. Demon's expression changes to worry, he still has his hand on my wrist. I realise why he is worried, and I take my wrist away. Demon moves his hands to my waist and watches me gently.
"Star… you cut yourself?" He asks carefully. I advert my eyes from his.
"It's none of your business," I say harshly crossing my arms. Demon uncrosses my arms and puts my arms around his shoulders
"Okay… just know I'm here for you," Demon replies moving his hands back to my waist.
"Why did u kidnap me handsome?" I ask firmly staring into his mostly hidden eyes for an answer. I discover his eyes are silver. Demon smirks.
"So, you think I'm handsome?" Demon asks. Flustered I say,
"What!? No, answer my question." Demon looks away avoiding the question. I notice his behaviour and I get worried. "Demon?" Demon stands up off the chair pushing me gently off him.
"I'll take you to my apartment for the night," he says firmly moving away. Almost tripping over my feet, I follow Demon to a metal door in the far corner of the room. I didn't realise this was here. Demon opens the door. The door leads to a dark stairway with graffiti sprayed on the walls all the way along. Demon starts to ascend up the stairs and I follow him carefully. "We were just in the room I use to torture people or where I take people once I kidnap them. This stairway leads to my apartment," Demon says without looking at me. I nod, not wanting to use my voice right now. We come to another door at the top of the stairs. Demon unlocks it. But without opening it yet he says, "Every door and window in this apartment is locked, so don't even think about escaping." I nod and Demon opens the door. We step out into a modern lounge room with the kitchen to the left. Demon locks the door behind us and leads me to a hallway with two doors leading of from it. Demon gestures to the right door. "This is your room, you can decorate it however you want. There is online shopping on the computer-I have put restrictions on what you can access on that computer," Demon says carefully, "there is also bank account details in the notebook next to the computer on the desk. For what you need." Demon opens the door of the room. It is empty with just a bed and I desk. I smile.
"Ah, thankyou Demon," I say. Demon shakes his head and gestures back behind us, to the door across from my room.
"That's the bathroom," Demon says, then he gestures to the door to the left of the door leading to my room, "my room." Demon leaves and goes into the lounge room. He sits on the couch, slumped back with his arms crossed. I follow slowly.
"Um… Demon?" I say quietly. Demon turns around to look at me standing in the hallways.
"Yes, Star?"
"What… what do I do now?" I ask nervously. Demon looks puzzled.
"Whatever, go have a shower or something, I'll make dinner," Demon turns back around, his feet resting on the coffee table in the middle of the lounge room. Relieved he wont make me converse with him for longed I turn around and head back to door he said was my room. I open the door and enter, shakily. He… gave me my own room? I explore the room, opening the wardrobe, a baggy white t-shirt and short black shorts hang there. Ah? I take them off their hangers. He must have left them there for me… I eye the baggy short shorts suspiciously. A little… revealing? I close the wardrobe mirror sliding doors. I see myself in the mirror, my blond hair is a mess. I find a towel on my bed. Strange? I pick up the black towel and head to the bathroom for my shower. Dreading it.