Embrace Of The Lucifer novel Chapter 42

August's hands were shaking with fear and a few drops of sweat were running down from her forehead. She put the book down unable to read any further. Millions of questions were running through her mind. Why were these types of things written in that book? Was it real? Did the boy die? Worst of all, was it her Master who did all this?

It did not look like a book. The letters were not printed. They were handwritten, meaning that someone had written. But who could this person be? How could they have written such horrible things?

Hesitantly, she picked up the book again and began to read.

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"Please don't hurt me. I will never do this to any kid ever again." Jonas begged but none of his words affect his capturer, who called himself the "devil". That he sure seemed like.

"I do not like lies, Jonas. The moment I let you out of this basement. You will go to school tomorrow morning and repeat your daily routine. How can I trust you, Jonas?" He mockingly asked the kid.

"Please, believe me." He laughed again and punched Jonas in his face.

"You little fucker." He punched him again. A crack was heard and blood was pouring out of Jonas' nose.

That did not stop him. He punched again and again, making him breathless. Jonas did not get another chance to speak. The punches were so hard and fast. He did not even have the time to take a breath.

By the time he stopped, the kid's face was covered in blood. His nose was completely broken, his eyes were swollen. How could someone hurt a person so mercilessly? In the capturer's mind, Jonas was a bad kid. He deserved it.

After about half an hour, Jonas was lying unconscious on the floor. His capturer untied his ropes and let him free only to get beaten by him again. He did not stop till he lost his consciousness. Jonas was a jock, well built and tall, but something about the capturer was so terrifying, he could not fight back. He felt helpless and weak.

While the devil himself was in peace. No one gets away from him after hurting him, that was what he kept yelling all the time as he kept on landing blow after blow.

He leaned down to his level and held his collar, pulling him close to his face.

"If you ever come close to me, trouble me again, then this will happen again. Take this as a warning. Because next time, you would not just be lying unconscious, Jonas." He said and let go of his collar. He knew Jonas did not hear him. He didn't have to hear the devil because he knew better than to never bully again.

The capturer got up and walked to the basement door.

"You don't mess with me. You don't mess with Lucifer."

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She closed the book and put it inside the drawer. Sitting on the table, she began to wonder. Could it be Lucifer? Although the guy was not killed, it seemed like Lucifer did hurt him. It was terrifying, August never liked violence and she had never read any book about violence. But, that book was not just a mere book. Someone had written it- like a diary. She wanted to believe that it was nothing except just a random book, but then again if it was a normal book why was she so attracted to it? What was something so odd about that book? She wanted to continue but then looked at her mobile phone, glancing at the time. It said 1 o'clock. She figured she should not stay any longer because she had to wake up early and start working with other maids in the morning. She got up from the chair and carefully walked out of the library, closing the door behind her. She turned on her flashlight from her phone and began to walk to her bedroom. When she finally reached it, she sat on the bed and placed the phone on the stand. Lying in her bed, she began to wonder about all the things she had just read. It was not the end of the book, and she felt the strong urge to read more into it and find out what happened next. She had no clue what she was curious to find out.

Her thoughts were interrupted when she heard footsteps near her door. Her heart paced up and she quickly covered herself with the bedsheets pretended to be asleep.

Who could it be at this hour?

August thought to herself. She heard the cracking sound of her door being opened. She clenched the blanket and closed her eyes shut. She had no clue why someone would enter her room at this hour of the night. She heard footsteps coming near her bed and her heart dropped. She was sweating, clearly scared of what might happen.

Her bed felt heavy, someone sat on it, right beside her. She did not dare to move, somehow she had a feeling that she knew who was it. But she refused to move and make a run for the door.