Eight.

Elle POV. 

Get my things ready, okay, what do I own really, just my clothes, laptop, and phone, that’s all I got under my name. For my clothes they all fit into one bag, and my laptop and phone fit in the laptop bag, I finished packing all of those and went back outside, what now, I still have to pay rent, and I want to have a place to be able to come back to in case everything goes not the right way. I know I live in my own dream world, but even I know that this isn’t one of my stories, Devil won’t take me away with her, Devil won’t be my mommy, Devil would lose interest in the end. 

“I’m ready,” I tell her with both my bags in hand, she smiles and leads me outside toward her car, the red Camaro, the car stood out in my neighbour it didn’t belong there none of the cars were fancy enough to be even compared to hers, and even the flashy ones aren’t that flashy, but still there stood the red sports car. Devil opened the trunk for my things, I could see other bags there, some plastic, some not, I could see a change of clothes, the trunk was pretty much filled, maybe it was all her torture devices and killing instruments. I put my things inside the trunk and moved back to the door, I opened my own door, the Devil isn’t a gentleman after all. 

“Where do you live?” I asked her, I had no idea where she was staying, I never even gave her my address, but she knew it on her own. 

“Nowhere princess, everywhere” she replies, that wasn’t a real answer, she must live somewhere, maybe some warehouse, or out of her car, it’s one fancy car to live out of it. 

“What’s going on your pretty mind?” she asks, knowing I have some kind of story in my head, I always do. 

“You’re a hitman, but you live out of a car and a warehouse, you’re rich but you don’t want to have a stable home, and so you are homeless through life” I say. 

“That’s cute, but I do own a place” she says making me sigh, she just ruined my imagination. 

“Okay…” I say looking outside the car, the crazy driving was still there, I’ll never ask her to teach me how to drive, she’s too crazy for that. I didn’t recognize any of the buildings we went next to, I didn’t recognize where we were, this is a fancy side of the city, not my side. 

She took a hard left turn, swearing at some guy, but going underground somewhere, this is where she kills me, this is the end of me. She parked her car and got out of the car with a smile, I followed her like a small lost puppy, she opened the trunk and got my things, she walked inside the building, and into an elevator. 

She didn’t click a floor, she put in a code, I looked at her clicking the code but couldn’t remember it, I waited until the elevator made it, it opened straight into her place, it was very cheek, I wouldn’t imagine less than that from Devil. 

“Come in, fai come se fossi a casa tua » she says

“Huh?” was my answer.

“"Mi casa es tu casa," she says again. 

“English please” I say not understanding a word she said. 

“My house is yours house, Elle. Feel free to do anything you want to do” she says. 

“You have a coffee machine?” I ask the only thing I really care about. 

“Yes I do princess,” she says laughing at me, walking inside, she took my things to a bedroom, is this her room? Would she force me to sleep next to her? 

“This is your place, do whatever you want here, keep your mess in here, keep the house clean” she says, that’s easy to do. 

“Okay” I say not knowing what else to say now. 

“Don’t be all shy around me now Elle, let me give you the grand tour” she says, I walk out of the room after her, true to her word she did give me a grand tour. 

The apartment was mostly white and beige, it looked like it came out of a home décor magazine, I was too afraid to touch anything, it’d just get dirty from my hands, I didn’t dare to touch anything. She had a grand bedroom of hers, and a giant kitchen that was extremely clean, like it had never been used before, next was the living room, and her office. The office was a big don’t you dare to come in, I didn’t want to come in, I was actually scared to see anything that I shouldn’t see. 

I ended up thanking her for taking me in, I didn’t know what else to do, so I just said thank you for everything, she smiled happily about that, she took off her heals and went toward the living room, placing both feet over the coffee table, something I wouldn’t dare to do. I sat next to her looking at her for what to do next, she smiled and got her phone up. 

“What are you in the mood for? I’m starving” she says putting something through her phone, I just shrugged, I didn’t know what I wanted. 

“Anything,” I say blushing, I didn’t want to be picky, anything is better than instant ramen. 

“Italian it is” she says with a shrug ordering food for the both of us. 

“You don’t cook?” I ask her, someone with a kitchen like hers, I’d die to cook there, and probably get killed for making a mess. 

“I don’t know how to” she replies. 

“Really, but you’re like old, and have a kitchen and everything!” I say with a pout. 

“Hey! Watch it, I’m not that old, only twenty-three. No one ever bothered to teach me how takeout is safer than having food poisoning” she says, well she’s right, food poisoning is never fun! 

“Fine, but you are old,” I say teasingly, this is the way we used to talk over the phone. 

“Oh I’ll show you old little girl” she says before attacking me, she had me pinned against the sofa in no time, attacking me with tickles making me laugh and giggle out loud. 

“You are old,” I say again laughing, while she kept her attack, making me scream louder. 

“Take that back,” she says trying to get me to give up, I wasn’t! 

“Devil…I’m gonna pee” I say screaming again, she can’t keep tickling me this badly. 

“Oh no don’t dare pee on my sofa,” she says finally letting me go, I could finally breathe, I looked at her with my messy hair, eyes filled with tears and a big stupid smile on my face. 

“The food is almost here princess, go pee” she orders me giving me a push off the sofa, I laugh again and run toward the bathroom. Even her bathroom was fancy, from the door knob to the faucet and even the toilet itself, I finally got the chance to pee, I washed my hands with the lavender-smelling soap, dried my hands with the soft towel, and finally left the bathroom. 

“You washed your hands?” she asks me, I just shake my head at her, I always do! 

“I did,” I say.

I went back to sit next to her, and she pulled me toward her hugging me, I loved the touch, I don’t know if this is going to end badly, but for now, I’m going to take everything she’s giving me, I’m touch deprived, I need the touch, I’m crazy, and I know it. 

The food came shortly after, she ordered a tone of food, I was starving but too shy to eat, I only ate a few bites claiming to be full, but Devil just laughed at me before filling my plate completely and telling me to eat, I was never that grateful for food, it was delicious.