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#02
An entire week passesbefore I get my second call, and the moment I hear a robotic voice slide into my ear, I realize right away this was all part of the Devil's dastardly plan.
Hello again, Sheena.
The Devil thrives on fear and feeds on despair, and he's been clearly biding his time before making his move. I have no doubt he would've waited a month or even a year if that was what it took. All he cares about is lulling me into feeling a false sense of security. He wants me at my most vulnerable...and that's exactly how I'm feeling now, with icy sweat slowly layering over my skin.
My gaze swerves to the analog alarm clock I have on my bedside table.
6:08 AM.
That's more than an hour earlier than the time I usually wake for class, and I can't think of a single reason why the Devil would want to talk to me this early in the morning.
Do you always sleep like that?
His question has my mind hurtling towards the edge of madness again, and the covers fall away from my body as I sit up and pull my knees under my chin.
He's just messing with your mind, Sheena.
It's just not possible for him to have found a way to spy on me again.
Right?
I imagined you as the pajama-wearing type, but this is a pleasant surprise.
My gaze frantically sweeps all over my surroundings, but nothing leaps out of me. My things are exactly where I've left them, and with shutout roller blinds covering my windows, there's just no way for anyone to see me from the outside.
This can only mean he's lying...unless he's managed to plant hidden cameras in my room.
Is pink your favorite color?
I dive under the covers the moment he says 'pink'.
The Devil is the first man to ever see me in my underwear, and I'm torn between terror and shame when I hear a strange noise emerge from my phone.
It's the Devil laughing at me.
Again.
"Why are you doing this?" I choke out. It just doesn't make any sense for someone like him to waste his time with me like this.
I told you before, didn't I?
You intrigue me.
Oh God, not that again.
Is there no way to 'un-intrigue' myself in his eyes? How can the Devil not see what the rest of the world is seeing? How does he not realize that there's nothing interesting about me?
It doesn't please you, does it?
That I find you intriguing?
