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Aurora
It was raining. And I was sitting in my bed just staring out the window, not caring that someone on the other side of that camera was probably watching me in my misery right at that moment.
I’d gotten a letter fromhimthis morning. The Demon. It had been shoved into the doorframe of my room so when I’d come back from getting some food, it had been waiting for me.
I would seriously love for whoever had planted this letter to teach me their ways, because I was still unable to get into this damn place without someone else opening the door for me.
They obviously didn’t have that problem.
In the letter, he mentioned the collection of footage that he’d kept “for the memories.”
He wanted me to come visit him. He missed me.
At first glance, the letter was innocent, or as innocent as a letter from a deranged serial killer could get. But it was easy for me to read the threat between the lines. I knew what was in that footage. I knew what it would show. There would come a point where the FBI would decide to renege on their agreement to absolve me of any alleged sins, and just decide to take me in.
I couldn’t let that happen.
I’d rather die.
Hence why I was on my bed, struggling not to fall apart. Because as much as I didn’t want that…I also didn’t want to see him.
The last time I’d seen the Demon had been in the courtroom of his trial. I’d sat in the witness stand and told the judge and the jury a litany of my father’s crimes. He’d stared at me the whole time, his face completely calm as if I wasn’t hammering nails into his proverbial coffin with every word that I’d said.
He’d never shown any anger that day. Barely any disappointment either.
And that had been terrifying.
I talked a big game with the boys, but if there was anything that scared me shitless, it was him.
I closed my eyes and squeezed them shut, trying to think what to do. I didn’t doubt he would follow through with his threat. But there was also no guarantee he wouldn’t release the footage anyway even if I did come.
He was an asshole like that.
Okay. I was going to do it. I’d spent all this time running away from him, but obviously, he’d been tracking me. I could do this.
“We’re a team, you and I,” my father said as he began to pull out the small intestines of the guy on the table. “You’d never want to do anything to let the team down, would you, Delilah?” he murmured.
I was shivering in a chair in the corner of the room, trying to get lost in my imagination instead of watching the horror show in front of me. He’d never played with the intestines like this. The smell was…shocking.
“Delilah,” he said in a sing-song voice as he gently chided me for not answering fast enough.
“No, sir,” I murmured as I focused in on the Demon.
“I’d never want to hurt you, my sweet,” he said as he continued to pull on the intestines slowly. The tissue ripped and brown sludge dripped out onto the floor.
I couldn’t help but shiver from his threat, and the macabre display I was seeing.
There was no doubt in my mind that if I ever betrayed the Demon, the punishment he would give me would be worse than death.
I gritted my teeth as I dragged myself back to the present, already feeling like my defenses were caving in. The prison he was in was inescapable, or at least that’s what the agents had bragged about when we’d set up the deal. There was no way for him to come for me.
I wondered if there was ever a time when I believed that, or if I was going to spend the rest of my life watching over my shoulder, expecting him to appear at any moment.
It took an hour, but I managed to drag myself off my bed and into my closet so I could get some clothes. I dressed simply--not too tight jeans and an oversized sweatshirt. I had to look modest for the Demon after all. I was only allowed to dress like a slut when I was luring in his next victims.
Would he be able to tell? That I’d lost my virginity and then continued on in a number of very unusual, dirty ways?
The question seemed ridiculous, but a part of me believed he really did have the satanic superpowers that people wrote about on the internet.
