Chapter 33: Chapter Thirty-Three

"Release her, NOW!" Damien roared at Sinclair, his eyes widened in anger and fear. Anytime he came close to me, Sinclair would bring his nails to my throat, threatening to poison me with his venom.

"In case you haven't noticed, Lucifer, you are in no place to make demands." Sinclair said with a sinister chuckle as he backed against the wall, across from the water fountain. "Open the door. Tell your men to stand down." He barked at Damien.

"Don't hurt her." Damien snarled, his eyes a mixture of blood-red and purple. The only thing that terrified me more than Sinclair's dagger-like nails being so close to my throat, was seeing Damien only moments from losing control over himself. Any normal human would have been frightened for their own safety, but I could only think about Damien, and what would happen to him if Sinclair were to kill me.

I struggled against Sinclair's hand, trying my hardest to get him to loosen his grip. I could barely breathe with his hand clasped over my mouth, and felt like I was going to pass out soon if he didn't move it.

"Open the door, and tell your men to stand down. If you don't, your little human will be my play-thing." Sinclair growled, moving his hand off of my mouth, and down to between my legs. "How long do you think she will live, Lucifer?" He asked with a menacing grin, his golden eyes glowing like hellfire as his hand moved up slowly until it met my panties. "Or maybe, she will fall in love with me instead?"

I cried out in fear as I felt a shiver run down my spine, making my hairs stand on edge. I had no doubt in my mind that Sinclair would do unthinkable things to me. "Please, Damien." I whimpered to him, willing myself not to cry.

Damien locked eyes with me as he walked to the door and opened it. "Leave. Do not try to stop him." He said to the men standing outside, ready to attack. As Sinclair led me to the door, I watched Damien closely, shaking my head to tell him not to try anything. I knew that the second Sinclair turned his back, Damien would try to attack, but would he really get me loose before Sinclair could poison me?

The second Sinclair had me out of the house, He pulled me into his arms and ran, using his inhuman speed to escape. I felt myself getting sick as he ran, my mortal body rejecting the sudden speed without anything to protect me.

I gasped out for breath as I felt like my internal organs were collapsing, my eyesight quickly turning black. After only seconds, I felt a sense of weightlessness coming over me, like my soul was leaving my body behind.

"Hold onto me, little human." Sinclair's husky voice said softly as he put one hand on the back of my head, pushing my face into the side of his throat, his free arm around my waist; positioning my legs, so I was straddling him. I hated the way he was holding me, his hand grasping my butt as he ran, my body pressed so tightly against his. But as much as I wanted to hate him, the position alleviated the pain and discomfort I was feeling, so I couldn't. Despite my malcontent at the way he was holding me; I wrapped my arms and legs around him, feeling if didn't then I would fall or black out.

He ran for what seemed like hours before we finally came to a stop. He didn't stop gradually, but all at once, causing me to feel like I'd just hit a brick wall. I cried out in discontent as I reflectively tightened my grasp around him, pressing my face into his throat, keeping my eyes tightly shut.

Sinclair chuckled softly as his hands made their way down, caressing my thighs until his fingers met the garter belts. He let out a husky growl, sounding his approval as he slowly moved his hands back up until they disappeared underneath the hemline of my dress.

"Please don't." I murmured, my body tensing at his unwelcome advances.

"Don't fret, little one." Sinclair said as he walked into an old barn, setting me down on a pile of hay. He looked around the barn before his eyes landed on rope, and a blanket in one of the stalls. "Stand over here." He said, pointing off to the side.

I tried to stand, but found I had no strength left to do so. My legs were completely numb and useless. When Sinclair saw this, his golden eyes clouded over with what looked like sadness, or regret. I couldn't place what it was, but it disappeared as quickly as it appeared. There's no way this man can feel regret anymore, so it couldn't possibly have been that. At least that's what Damien had told me about recreants.

He bent down and pulled me into his arms, then set me off to the side. I couldn't believe how delicately he handled me, it was hard to believe this was the same man who had used me as a human shield not long ago. I watched as he made a bed out of the hay, packing it down tightly, then laying the cover down on top of it. Once he was done, he set me in the makeshift bed and held the rope out, showing it to me.

"Do I need to use this, Bast?" He asked me as he sat down in the hay next to me.

"No, I swear." I responded honestly. Even if I could somehow get away from him, I had no idea where I was, or how to find my way back home. There is no way Damien would ever give up looking for me, all I had to do was wait.

"I understand if you don't believe me, but I had no intentions on harming you." Sinclair said after a few minutes of silence. His golden eyes barred into mine, unwavering as he held my gaze, like he was searching for something.

"So why did you do it?"

"You most assuredly will not believe my reasoning." He said with a small growl.

I continued to look deep into his eyes, defying my every instinct to look away. What could his reasoning be that would possibly force me not to believe him?

"I want you for myself. That 'man' does not deserve you."