Chapter 27: Chapter Twenty-Seven

I woke up the next morning with a pounding headache, reminding me of the events from the night before. After thinking about the night prior, I decided that it was wrong of me to attack him like that, and I didn't want either of us to stay mad over such a small thing. Yes, I really want a baby. But I also understand his point of raising another man's child. So I decided I should apologize. But how could I? I'm locked in my room. As soon as I remembered that Damien had locked me in my room, I jumped up and tried my door, and I was surprised to find that it was unlocked.

I looked into Damien's study to find it empty, and the same for his bedroom. His bed was still perfectly made, showing that he hadn't been on it at all. Curious as to where he was, I started to wander around the house to find it completely void of another person. Damien had left, who knows when, and took all the staff with him. Although I already knew that it would be locked, I still tried the front door, to find that it was locked tightly, as were all the doors leading to outside. Damien let me out of my room, but still locked me in the house as if I was his prisoner. But of course, I am his prisoner. He had all of these things set up for when he came for me on my eighteenth birthday, but I came willingly, so he hadn't needed to use them before.

I screamed out in frustration and kicked the back door, then cried out in pain when I realized it was a steel door, meeting a bare foot. I fell to the floor and massaged my swollen foot until the pain had somewhat subsided, then decided to explore. I slightly looked around the first day I got here, but now I had an opportunity to really look around, without anyone to stop me.

After walking down the hallway underneath the stairs, I found a staircase leading down into a dark basement that I hadn't noticed before. The basement was bare when I first began to explore it, but I could feel a sense of impending doom steadily growing bigger, the further into the basement that I walked. I felt like there was a rabid animal waiting to attack me. The air was thick with fear, dread, and anticipation as I ventured further. I always knew my curiosity would most likely be the death of me, but knowing that Damien wouldn't keep something in his house that would kill me, was the only reason I continued to explore.

"Is someone there?" A male voice suddenly called out from somewhere in the darkness, nearly making me faint out of surprise and fear.

"Hello?" I responded as I continued to venture further, turning on my phones flashlight. I shone the light around the room, trying to make something out of the darkness. It seemed like the darkness was swallowing the light as I could barely see anything, despite the brightness of the phone. "Sir? Where are you?" I called out as I slowly walked forward. I wasn't sure if I'd be able to hear the man over the sound of my heart pounding in my chest.

"Yes! I'm here! Please let me out!" The voice cried out. The joy in the man's voice made me feel somewhat secure as I finally found where the voice was coming from. There was a big cage built into the back corner of the basement, with nothing but a toilet, and a small dirty cot. I shone my flashlight around the cage, trying to find the source of the voice in the big cage. I screamed out in fear as I finally landed on the man, to find that he was standing right in front of me, separated by only a few feet and the thick steel bars.

"Hello, little girl. Will you let me out?" The voice said. The man was a few inches taller than me with a black beard that went down his chest, with overgrown blonde hair that went to his waist. His eyes were a bright gold as he stared at me hungrily.

I felt like my heart was going to explode as I saw his gold eyes, showing that he was recreant. I was surprised to see that he didn't seem to be a rabid animal, despite the way Damien had described recreants to me. He told me that recreants had no control over themselves, and would attack anything with a heartbeat that came anywhere near them.

"I've been locked in here for years. Please, let me out." The man said, grabbing the bars and trying to rattle them loose. I took a few steps back, afraid that he might be able to grab me from where I stood. I tried to breath, but found it hard to do so as his stench was overpoweringly pungent, smelling of death, and lack of personal hygiene. It was clear this man had indeed been locked in this cage for a number of years, unable to shower or groom himself in any way.

"Why are you locked in here?" I finally asked him after I felt like I was a safe enough distance away.

"Lucifer has kept me imprisoned here for over thirty years, without any sustenance or access to a shower. I can tell you are afraid of me, you know what the color of my eyes mean. But you seem confused, as if what you were told about recreants isn't what you see in front of you now. Am I right?" The man asked me, taking a step back and raising his hands to show he wasn't a threat.

"Uh... Yeah..." I said slowly as I looked around the room for a light source of any kind. Before I could realize what was happening, I was suddenly upstairs, in Damien's arms.

"Bast! What the fuck were you doing down there?" Damien screamed at me after he set me down. His eyes were red, and I could see them slowly turning purple as he glared at me.