Embrace Of The Lucifer novel Chapter 52

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.