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Especially because it was my birthday. And this…this was the Demon’s idea of a birthday present. Like every girl dreamed of ending someone’s life when they turned thirteen.
My hand slipped and the guy howled in pain as I accidently shoved the needle at least two inches into his skin. Hopefully I didn't hit anything important.
Or maybe I should hope that I had. That would help it to be over sooner.
“Get your head straight, darling,” the Demon snapped, his hand suddenly on the back of my neck, squeezing slightly in warning.
I let go of the needle and it just stayed in place, stuck in his skin. I pulled away suddenly from my father’s grip and stumbled away. “I don’t want to do this,” I sniffed, a tear running down my cheek as I stared at the floor, not wanting to look at his face and see the disappointment I knew would be there.
I heard his footsteps approaching and it was everything I could do to stay in place.
“Look at me,” he said in a cold voice, and I forced up my gaze to meet his. I flinched when I saw the cold rage in his eyes.
“It’s my birthday,” I murmured as more tears fell down my face. “I want to play with friends. I want cake. I want—”
“I’m not good enough for you anymore?” he asked silkily as he grabbed my chin. “Dear old dad lost his sparkle?”
“No. That’s not what I—”
“I’ve been too easy on you. You’re not learning fast enough,” he said in a calm voice as he cut me off.
He let go of my chin and then dragged me towards the man at the table. Grabbing a scalpel, he sliced across the man’s chest, splattering blood all over both of us, and ensuring that he would die a slow death.
I was sobbing then as he dragged me over to the other side of the basement where there was a large cage where he would occasionally keep his playthings before he killed them.
“I’m going to show you what happens to the weak in this world, Delilah,” he murmured as he forced me forward. It took me a moment to realize that he was going to put me in that cage.
“What are you doing? Please. I’m sorry!” I cried. But it didn’t matter to him. He opened the cage and shoved me inside before closing it behind me and locking it. The Demon strode away towards the stairs on the other side of the room.
“I’m going to give you some time alone to reevaluate your priorities. A couple of days should do the trick,” he told me as he flicked off the lights, leaving me in the dark with the gasping man as he walked up the stairs.
“Please,” I screamed when the man began moaning. It was so dark that I couldn’t see my hands in front of my face, and I was convinced that things were watching me.
“Please!”
“Aurora!” Paxton’s voice pierced through the mindfuck I was stuck in, and my eyes shot open. Another scream ripped from my throat when I realized how dark it was. I was still in the cage.
“Aurora. Sweetheart,” Paxton murmured as I sobbed and clawed the air around me. His warm body was suddenly on top of mine, completely covering every inch. “It’s not real. It was just a dream,” he said soothingly. His arms were on either side of my head and his hands were running through my hair. His comforting weight was like a dose of Xanax and my whole body began to relax almost immediately.
“It’s not real,” he whispered over and over again, until I could almost believe him.
Paxton’s forehead met mine and he began to softly sing, his lips brushing across my skin.
“She's got a smile that it seems to me, reminds me of childhood memories,” he sang gruffly. “Everything was as fresh as the bright blue sky. Now and then when I see her face, she takes me away to that special place. And if I stare too long, I'd probably break down and cry.”
It took me a moment to realize that he was singing Guns N’ Roses, and a hiccupped laugh burst out amid the tears.
“You’re singing ‘Sweet Child O’ Mine’,” I cried, tears still streaming down my face.
“Mmmh. My mother used to sing it to me as a child every time I had a nightmare. It was her favorite song.”
“Sing it to me again,” I whispered.
And he did. The whole song. Over and over again, until the bad dream seemed a world away.
Eventually my hysterics calmed, and the tears had gone from a torrent to a light drizzle. He slid off of me and gathered my body in his arms, tucking me right up against him.
I didn’t understand how Paxton felt so…safe. He had asshole and heartbreak written all over him and yet, here, in the dark…he felt like mine.
