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“You look... passable,” she jabs, as she twists toward the demon women. “Most of our guests are going to be quite happy, girls. I dare say you may be given a prime lord to pleasure tonight.”
I cringe at the crude topic, but immediately land on her use of the word most. What could that mean? Could there be people amongst us who might find what they’ve done to me repulsive? Who would dare to help me escape?
Locking that away, I level Lilith with a glare.
“Come. We’re late and Nolda, you have plans to share.”
He nods curtly, stalking from the room.
“What do his plans have to do with me? Why am I wearing this?” I snap.
“You’ll see. Patience, pet,” she croons, running a red-painted fingernail down my chest.
“I’m not your pet.”
“You will be.” Lilith leans in, her lips grazing my ear. “If Lucifer doesn’t claim me for his own, I’ll be forced to switch allegiances. You will bemyslave.”
I huff a humorless laugh. “Looks to me like you’ve already switched sides. You demons don’t know the meaning of loyal. You’re grotesque.”
She frowns but doesn’t say anything, so I continue. “You’d actually turn your back on Lucifer? Someone you’ve had millennia with. For that low demon? He’s appalling, and if there’s one thing I know, Lilith, it’s that appearance, prestige, and power mean everything to you.”
She takes a deep breath, seeming to consider my words. “A lot can change, Victoria. Tonight will be interesting.” She looks lost in thought. “Who knows where alliances will shift. Including yours.” She quirks one brow, grins, and turns to leave. “Bring her, girls.”
The women grab at me, and I thrash wildly, trying and failing to get out of their grasp. It isn’t a fair fight, four to one with their demon strength. I’m stronger than any mortal without my powers, but I’m no match down here against four demons.
My hands and legs are shackled together within minutes. I don’t stop fighting, using my shoulder to try to knock the redhead off balance. Her growing anger is evidenced by the intensifying smell of sulfur. It oozes from her pasty skin and her elongated canines grind together. She pulls something out of her pocket, and I recognize the powdery substance. I twist and turn trying to evade it, but it’s no use. She blows the demonic drug into my face and the room swirls in a foggy haze.
Maybe this is a gift. Whatever’s to come is sure to be either torturous or humiliating. Or perhaps both. For once, being in a darkened state might not be the worst thing.
No.
Don’t give up, Tori. You have to fight.
It’s not my voice screaming those words to me, but Luke’s.
“I won’t stop fighting.”
