Embrace Of The Lucifer

Chapter 50

Her bruised bottom lip quivered in both pain and the cold atmosphere. She wasn't wearing any warm

clothes nor did she bring any warm clothes with her. It was not cold outside but in the place, she was

in. She was wearing the same red top.

She was sitting on the cold hard floor of the darkened room. Her bare half bottom was feeling the

coldness of the floor which made her shiver even more. She scrunched her eyes and tried to figure out

where she was. But there was little or no light in the whole room. Her heart was beating fast as if the

thudding of her pounding heart could be heard by anyone if they were with her. Unfortunately, there

wasn't a single soul there.

She was never a people person, her shy, introverted and timorous nature had always been a hindrance

in any communication she wanted to initiate. At that moment, she loathed being alone in the darkness,

and it made her crave some amity and fellowship.

She swallowed her fear and strain and placed her palms on the floor, putting a little pressure on them.

She lowered her body more so that she could put more pressure on her hand to get up. Her body felt

weak and bruised. But it was too dark to see her sore and wounded flesh. She finally stood up with all

of her effort and energy and she immediately began to feel lightheaded. Her heart pounding hard on

her chest as if she had run a hundred miles.

What's happening?5

She bravely stepped forward and hoped that she would find a door or a window so that she could at

least get a little light to see her surroundings. The darkness was viciously suffocating her. It is not a

surprise if the majority of the people despise darkness. It is indeed a powerful weapon as it can control

anyone and anywhere. It is a loophole, a loophole of pure black vision and low ringing sound as the

hearing. It swallows up people and carries them with it, deep somewhere away from the universe.

And there she was standing in all tenebrosity, in half of her clothes which only included her red top and

white panty. But, that was not what she was worried about. She had to get out of there. Her fragile

hands were floating in the air as she took little careful steps towards nowhere. She moved her fingers

involuntarily slowly side to side to sense something in her hand, and so that she could know where she

was. She stopped abruptly when her hand touched a door. She wanted to cry out in victory. She

connected her spy hands to everywhere on the old wooden sloppy door. August's hand trailed down till

she found the knob of the door. Her hand gripped it tightly and she took a sharp deep inhale and turned

the knob on the right side.

It was locked.

She turned it on the left side and it was locked. All of her hopes were shattered right there and she did

not even know when she began to bang on the door and all of a sudden her mouth began to feel dry.

Her shrieking scream and yells for help would have warned the entire area where she was. She

continued it for the whole ten minutes when the door finally opened revealing a tall muscular figure. A

little light pierced through the ajar door making her eyelids squinched against one another. Her hands

immediately covered the sudden burning sensation in her eyes. She was relieved that the room was

not dark anymore.

"Now, now, butterfly. I wouldn't like you to dry your throat from screaming unless it is me who is making

you scream."2

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At Lucifer's house.

"Going somewhere, butterfly?"

Lucifer's words came out as deride. Like he ridiculed her in that condition. She gulped down the blatant

lump in her throat that kept coming up her throat and clutched her bag tightly as her life depended on it.

Surely, it didn't depend on the bag but the pen that was lying on the little study table. She could grab it

swiftly and hurt him somewhere which would make him move away and she could run. She stared at it

for a while then looked back at Lucifer who was following her gaze. He smirked when he figured out

what she was thinking.

Does she think she can hurt me with a stupid pen?

It amused him. She was indeed a fighter and he liked it so much.

"You're very eager to go to my penthouse with me as I can see. It surely is an amazing place with a big

garden full of all kinds of plants you love. You will love it there." He said and smiled at her. She felt as if

she was going to throw up right there. How could he think she would be happy there? She could never

be happy anywhere near him. Her plan of grabbing the pen and jabbing her owner in his eyes seemed

to have a big failure when August began to tear up. Her confidence and strength were shattered. Her

bag slipped from her hand and landed plainly on the floor.

Lucifer sighed at the scene and went to grab her small hand, but she swiftly pulled it back like he was

about to electrify her. He furrowed his eyebrow and his fierce eyes dared her to repeat it. "Behave,

August." He stated and went to grab her arm but she stepped back. His teeth clenched together and

told her again.

"I am not going to repeat myself, August. Come with me. Right NOW." Her fists clenched together, she

was afraid but she refused to go with him. She struggled and fought. But he held her beneath him,

holding her hands above her head. Her dry throat felt like torture every time she opened her mouth to

scream. His well-built massive body was pressed on her, suffocating her underneath him, she had no

clue how she ended up on the bed. It did not take him long to get between her legs and he held her in-

motion hands tightly with one hand and held her jaw with the other hand.

"Stop, August. What the fuck do you think you are doing?"

His words were fading away as he took out the sharp needle from his pocket and stabbed her delicate

neck with it. Her screams eventually came to a stop and soon she lay on the bed, under him, with her

hands still above her head but this time they were not in motion and the entire room fell in deep silence

since the unconsciousness muted her tired screams of agony.

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How long does it take a person to faint from the fit of terror? Five minutes? Ten minutes?

For her, it was only a few seconds, but the terror did not stun her, instead, it kept her wide awake. She

wished she would just fall into a deep sleep and never wake up again. But it did not matter how long

she wanted to stay in her dreamland. The devil will find her and keep her with him forever.

Beads of teardrops glided down her eyes to her cheeks then to her jaw and dropped on her red top

making themselves dissolve into the cloth. She did what she had always done, she took a few steps

back and stood away from him. His face wasn't visible due to the darkness and his massive body

covered the illumination from reaching the room. The salty taste of the mixture of the tears and her

sweat warned her how anxious she was. Why? Why so much terror? Why was she so scared?

The answer was simple. The Devil stood before her in all his glory. Without any regrets. But if the

situation could be seen from his outlook it would be staggering. The Devil brought a girl to a place

where he never brought any other women before. When Adrian found out about it, he was fumed and

astounded. His friend was bringing a girl to his penthouse whom he had claimed was his. But Adrian

was not aware of the girl's consent. He didn't dare question Lucifer anymore, when the world said he

was known for his ruthlessness, they weren't lying. He would spare no one who would meddle between Nôvel(D)rama.Org's content.

him and August. His August.

When he brought her into his penthouse, he thought of giving her the punishment she deserved for

acting like a brat. She was kept in a dark cold basement room. The penthouse had several deserted

basements but the one August was kept was the smallest and darkest. Lucifer knew August was afraid

of darkness, so he perceived that punishment would teach her a lesson. But he loathed when she

backed away from him. Why did she always find a way to get away from him? He asked himself, deep

down he knew the answer but his capability of comprehending the response was still very far.

He marched towards her and grabbed her arm. His warm massive hand was connected with her petite

cold arm. August almost hissed in pain. He pulled on her arm and walked to step out of the room. She

gasped and immediately stopped walking behind him and tugged on his shirt to stop him. Lucifer gritted

his teeth and turned around to yell at her when his eyes fell on her half-naked body with several bruise

marks.

Sh*t. I forgot I had taken her pants off when I brought her.

Although her half-baked state was arousing his beast, he swallowed down the lust and told her to wait

there. After that, he disappeared outside with the door slightly open, open enough to lighten up a

certain area of the room. He ran back to where his room was situated and went through her stuff until

he found suitable pants for her to wear. He was not going to let her out in that state, there were guards

in the house and there would be nonsensical bloodshed if she walked out of that room like that and any

of the guards looked in her direction.1

F*ck no. I will kill anyone who will look at her naked body.

He claimed her body after all. It was only fair that he would protect what was his like he always did. On

the other hand, August was standing there, still shivering from the cold. The outside of the room

seemed so much warmer than the room.

Why couldn't I just stand outside? My hands and feet are freezing from the cold.

"Here. Wear this." Her thoughts were seized by Lucifer. He handed her blue sweatpants and she

timidly took them from him with her trembling hands. She stood there for a few minutes patiently

waiting for him to give her some privacy.

"What?" He cocked his eyebrow. "Don't tell me you cannot wear this in front of me when I'm the one

who took off your pants and left you here."

His forthright answer sent shivers down to her spine. She perceived he was not going to leave. Her

eyes closed as she slid into her warm sweatpants one leg after another. The warmness of the cloth

was filling her up with great comfort. She finally felt a little bit relieved.

"Come. Let's go." He said and held her hand again, stepping out of the basement room. Her eyes

squinched as the crystal clear marble mosaic decorations reflected the sunlight and connected with

every belonging of the room. She adjusted her eyes and looked around, she tried not to let out a gasp

but she failed. The house looked marvelous. It looked as it was made out of crystals and marbles.

Surely it wasn't as big as Lucifer's previous house but it was decorated much more beautifully than his

other house. The floor was polished and she observed some maids scrubbing the floor with rugs. The

walls were crystal and made out of pure pearly marbles. The interior designs seemed modern. The

spiral staircase stood at the edge of the living room. She flinched when her feet touched the crystal

clear staircase, it was transparent but yet so majestic. She didn't know when she was brought in a

huge bedroom with a double queen-sized bed in the middle. It didn't take her long to realize she was

with Lucifer inside his room.

Oh my god. What am I doing here?