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I didn’t know what Dad would do if he found me there. He’d surprised me with what he’d done to find out for himself if I was a virgin. I felt filthy and couldn’t stop the lump forming in my throat. I couldn’t think about it anymore, so I pushed it down and thought about other things to distract myself.
Five minutes passed, and the crowd roared. I blinked, realizing I had spaced out, and looked at the stage. My breath caught in my chest as I watched Satan’s Priest come out and go to their instruments. My gaze immediately went to the lead singer, who had painted his skin black with white-gray bones on his exposed chest. He wore the same creepy mask that showed only his mouth.
I trembled with excitement and fear.
Those men sacrificed me to Lucifer and made me what I was today.
They began playing, and I wanted to scream because it was one of my favorite songs. Everyone in the building sang along, and I had to hold myself back from joining them.
Layla popped into my head. I could barely remember what her smile looked like. What her voice sounded like. It hurt that her memory was fading from my mind. It felt like my brain was moving on, but my soul wasn’t.
Angry tears formed in my eyes, and I crossed my arms over my chest. I tried to hold back the cry that bubbled in my chest. Did Daiman want me there to watch them play and remember what they’d done to Layla and me?
As the lead singer sang, he searched the crowd while the guitarist craned his neck to look through the sea of people. Dropping my arms to my sides, I stormed toward the front doors. They opened for me, and I stepped outside into the night. I didn’t stop walking, even though the chilly wind made me want to retreat inside. I didn’t need reminders of what Satan’s Priest had done to me.
I walked for what seemed like forever. Trees towered over me on both sides. The street was completely black, and I depended on the moon’s light to find my way. The demon in me kept me warm like the last time I walked in the cold. I wanted to cuss it out and scream for it to leave me so I could return to normal.
“I’m staying,”she whispered.
A thread of energy that I hadn’t noticed until now gently tensed. It seemed like someone was on the other side, testing its stability by giving it a tug.
My heart hammered, and I quickened my steps. Whatever that thread was, it wasn’t good.
A car’s headlights came from behind me, and I turned to watch it as it rolled up the street. It slowed down until it was next to me. The passenger window rolled down, and a man leaned sideways from behind the steering wheel. He had a thick mustache, but the patchy stubble on his cheeks needed to be shaved.
“You need a ride?” he asked while smacking on his gum.
I shook my head. “No.”
I’d have preferred to shoot myself in the foot than be in the car with him while he chewed like that.
“A pretty girl like you shouldn’t be out walking this late at night. Besides”—his gaze crawled down my body—“you’re not dressed for the cold.”
I wore a black crop top and a pair of black leggings that clung to me like a second skin. I’d chosen my Converse to finish off the outfit since nothing else matched. Daiman had told me to wear something sexy; this was the best I could do with what I had. My religious parents didn’t want me to dress like a “whore,” so they never got me anything that appeared remotely promiscuous. I had to beg my mom for this shirt until she finally caved.
I shrugged a shoulder. “I’m fine. Thanks.”
He let go of the gas and followed me as I walked again.
“I can’t leave you here with a clear conscience. Where do you live? I can take you there.”
I sighed and stopped to face him again. “I’m fine.”
I wanted to curse him out and tell him to get lost, but most men couldn’t handle rejection, and it always ended up with the woman getting killed in a fit of rage. Though I didn’t think he could kill me since I wasn’t human.
He put the car in park and got out. He came around the front end of his vehicle and stood several feet away from me.
I backed away a step.
“Get in the car,” he seethed.
There was another tug on the thread inside me, but this time it was stronger.
I glared at the man, my gums aching from the change that wanted to happen. It took every bit of control to stay calm and stop myself from lunging at him for threatening me.
“Get. Away. From. Me. Or I’m cutting your fucking tongue off and shoving it down your throat.” My scratchy voice sounded like I’d been screaming all day and was losing my voice.
“What the hell is wrong with you?” He crossed the space between us, his hand reaching out for me. “Get in the damn car, bitch!”
