Chapter 11 ∣  I'm Not a Stripper...

-Adrasteia

I'm really in Hell...

How did I get here though, if I didn't die? I guess Keegan forgot to mention that part...probably on purpose as then I might be tempted to find a way back home. Sure, he was right about one thing, Landon wanted me dead, throwing me aside and allowing for Cleo to take my rightful place.

If he thought just because I no longer would have a chance with Landon, that he could just take me away as though I were his property, then he has another thing coming. I'd rather just be left alone then, rather than jumping into anything with this creepy demon that thinks I'm going to be his wife.

No thank you. I'd rather not be a queen.

I prefer the shadows then having everyone watching me open all the time. This was not where I saw my life going...well, maybe I wouldn't have to worry about werewolves anymore. That's one bonus to mark off the checklist.

I glowered at the mirror, wiping my hand across the condensation that had gathered during my shower. This was just a big mistake. Why did he want me anyways? I can't be all that appealing to a demon whose life goal is to sleep with as many women as possible, drain their energy and if he felt like it, devour their souls. Why would he go after a vampire? I don't have a soul...

Rolling my eyes back at myself, the thought struck me that it could just be amusing for him to lust after something that he can't have. Where's his beloved? Shouldn't he be attending to her every desire?

Unless that Natasha demon with giant wings and a fucking tail was his mate...he'd be just as bad as Landon, ignoring her and bringing me into this situation. Why can't he just let me go home? I never did anything to him, in fact, I was willing to forgive and forget him invading my personal thoughts and filling them with corrupt dreams of fantasies.

Okay...maybe those fantasies weren't that bad...but not with a man-whore...the jackass can go find someone else to claim as his prize and mount on a wall as a trophy.

He'd be lucky if I didn't rip his heart out as a trophy...no one treats me this way. I'm not some common human, nor somebody's whore. I'm a trained assassin and my skills are just being locked away here.

After angrily arguing with myself over what I was going to do, safely assuming I couldn't escape Hell by running, I would have to just observe and wait for the opportune moment to run. Whether I ran home or to another place on Earth, I just wanted to be free.

Flicking at the heart-shaped silver lock with my fingertip, I sighed. This...will be the first thing to go. How nice of him to at least not inject me with undiluted liquid silver...at least he's better than Landon in that sense. But Keegan's still trapping me here, just like him...

With the black towel wrapped around my body, I froze, my blood running cold when I saw what was lying on the bed. Clothes...yea, right.

Nearing the edge of the bed, I took the fabric into my right hand and brought it closer to confirm this was considered clothing.

Maybe I can find something else, let's see...

Wandering around the room and opening drawers from the cabinets, I could hardly find any clothing that didn't belong to Keegan. I'd rather wear the stupid stripper outfit then wear anything of his, then he'll think I've given in and want him. I don't want him!

I want Landon.

Fuck me! I don't want him...I just don't know how to let go! Just...someone help me, please just tell me what I'm supposed to do because I'm so lost. This is the worst thing that could have happened and now I don't think I'll ever see Earth again. I'll be stuck in this demon-infested land and I swear to Christ, if there really is a devil, I'll curse him out forever allowing these monsters to live.

Huh?

My hands touched something in a drawer. Cautiously, I pulled it further out, narrowing my eyes to what appeared to be...clamps.

My nipples hardened and I pulled the towel closer to myself. Shaking my head, I slammed the drawer shut and kept trying to ignore the fact that the very idea of those metal things turned me on. Hesitantly reaching for the handle of another drawer, afraid of what else I might find, I sighed, thinking about the possibility of real clothing drove me on.

Opening the drawer and closing my eyes, I breathed in deeply before peeking out of my right eyelid.

Oh, come on!

What the hell does he need that for?!

Forgetting what I saw, I closed the drawer and made my way back over to the generous outfit that had been left out for me. I guess the first thing I'm going to try and get through his thick head, is I don't find it appealing to be objectified.

After searching around the room for anything else, and coming up empty-handed, I groaned in frustration.

I'd never shown this much skin before. I never had to, what would be the flippin' point?!

Dropping the towel around my feet, I grumbled under my breath, sliding on the lacy purple underwear and bra. After adjusting them, I stepped into the ebony booty shorts and matching halter top. Heat rose in my cheeks when I attempted to wrap my arms around my stomach.

This is ridiculous!

Who would willingly wear this?!

Natasha, I'm sure.

Remembering she was wearing a similar outfit, it struck me, was Keegan trying to get me to resemble her? That's completely messed up...

Sighing, a light bulb came on in my head.

Bending my knees, I picked the towel up from the floor, wrapping it around my body and taking two corners, drawing them up over my chest and crossing them. After pushing them under the straps of the halter top, and just because it was so tight to begin with, when my hands fell away, the towel stayed in place.

Look, I made actual clothes.

Okay, not actual clothes, but at least it's a better choice than option A.

A knock came from the door, whirling around ready to hurt Keegan if he was planning on doing anything as he had to me before. I swear, he was going to rape me.

What made him stop though?

"Hello? Umm...lady vampire?" The voice came after he stopped knocking. It was a man, one that didn't appear all the confident in himself. Possibly someone I could manipulate if need be. Marked that on my checklist as well, never know when I might need it in the future.

Lady vampire? So, it doesn't even know my name, that's a good start. Keegan probably wants them to treat me like I'm nothing more than his house pet. What, with this collar and all, it doesn't give them much to go off.

"Excuse me, are you decent?" He asked again, knocking once more before silence.

"If you can call the clothing given to me decent," I walked quietly up behind where the door would open, "then yes, I am decent." I pressed my back against the wall, laying as flat as I could. When the door opened, it was slowly, the man edging into the room.

Once he had entered the room, I waited for a second before dashing forward and leaping onto his back, holding one of my arms around his neck, my legs wrapped around his waist. My left hand pressed against his back, hissing in his ear, "Remove this fucking collar or I'll kill you."

"Unfortunately, you don't have the power to kill me lady vampire," his fingers entwined themselves around my right wrist, clasping onto me and then with little effort, threw me over his head. My right arm was pinned awkwardly up and over my shoulder, my left arm flailing before he grabbed it and locked it in place behind my back as well. I yelped in pain, trying to shake out of his clutches, but he held me still, the adrenaline leaving my body.

Breathing out and finally stopping, I glared at the floor as he asked, "Are you quite done?"

I didn't say a word, nodding my head silently. He released the awful pressure that had been building on my bones. They had been ready to break, but with his finesse he managed to not seriously injure me or let me hurt him at the same time.

Turning around, I just glared at him. He stood a good head taller than me, his ebony hair pushed back and away to reveal his unique purple eyes. I'd never been so angry in my life then once I set foot in this place. He tilted his head to the side and asked, "Why are you wearing a towel?"

"Because it covers more than the sorry excuse for clothes I was given," I huffed out, making sure my new 'clothes' were covering everything beneath the cover of the towel.

He shook his head and sighed, "I don't know why King Keegan thinks that making you were succubi clothing will make you fit in."

"Geeze, no wonder," I rolled my eyes. Wait, what? Succubi? "Umm," I asked, and his eyes found mine again, "What's a succubi?"

He shook his head, "Sorry, that's the plural form. Well, I assume you know what King Keegan is...a succubus is a female version."

Great...so that Natasha character is just like him only with breasts and a pretty face. Does that mean Keegan has wings and...a...a...tail as well?

"Anyways, I didn't really come here to chat," he brought me out of my thoughts, "King Keegan actually asked me to bring you to him in the throne room."

"Will there be other demons there too?" I asked, narrowing my eyes in disgust at the thought of him parading me around.

He shrugged his shoulders, "Probably."

"Then I'm not going," I folded my arms in front of my chest.

"Please don't make me drag you there," he groaned in frustration, obviously not caring to take part in the messenger boy role Keegan had bestowed upon him.

Seeing as he was going to bring me before a crowd, either way, I stated, "Fine. I'll go with you," his face lightened, "But I get to keep my towel." His face fell. He looked me up and down before deciding what he was going to do.

"If you'll just come without a peep from you," he sighed, "Fine, you can keep your towel. But I'm sure King Keegan will take it away from you the moment he sees it."

"Let him try," I challenged, and he just gave me the look of 'suite yourself.'

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