The Devil Wants You

" Lay here, please."

"This won't take long, will it?"

"It depends, sweetheart, but I assure you, you will be fine once this is over," the man says. I look over at Bill, who is standing in the corner of the room.

"He's an old friend of mine. Nothing will go wrong."

I nod my head and push down my anxiety. I get on the hospital bed, the sickly smell of drugs and chemicals making me slightly nauseous. However, I tell myself that this is a one-time thing. Once this is over, I will never have to go through it again.

I relax against the bed as the sedatives I had been given earlier take over. Soon, the room starts spinning, but I could swear I see a figure appear in the corner of the room before everything goes dark.

When I wake up, I find that I am in an entirely different room than the one Bill had brought me to. I push down my panic, not wanting to overreact over nothing. Perhaps I had been taken to a different room after my... abortion. It’s strange, though... I don’t feel any different from before. I had expected to at least be in some kind of pain or even bleed.

"You are awake."

The moment I hear the familiar voice, I spring up from the bed. I wince as the chains dig into my skin. It takes the pain to make me realize that I am chained to the bed by my wrists. Asher, who had been looming over me, grins at the horrified expression on my face when I see him. He hadn't been standing there when I woke up, and I am pretty sure he wasn’t here before I went unconscious.

"It's you." After I overcome the initial shock and fear, I realize I’m not really surprised to see Asher here. This seems like something he would do. Though I hadn't expected him to kidnap me. "Why?"

"Why what?"

"You know what I’m fucking talking about! What did you do to Bill?!"

"Someone’s getting insolent." In the past, the devious grin on his face would have sent my heart racing in my chest. I would have become overwhelmed with fear. I still was, but I was also very tired. At the moment, the knowledge that he wouldn't kill me is enough to calm me. When Asher reaches for me, however, I can’t help but tense up. It’s expected—nobody would want a demon like him anywhere near them... "Your vampire daddy is fine. You want to get rid of it?"

"Don’t touch me!"

He ignores me. His hand feels cold against my stomach. He had hoisted my shirt up, and even as I try to push him away, he won’t leave me alone! My leg comes up, and I try to kick him. Asher glares at me and hisses a threat that has my entire body going cold. He knows about the baby. Of course, he does. He knows more about me than I know about myself. He knew about my dad, Silas, everything. He had literally messed up my world just so he could see me suffer. All of this was fun and games for him.

"What do you want?" I ask for what feels like the thousandth time since we met. I need to know his purpose. Why is he fixated on me out of all the humans out there? Why won't he leave me alone?

"You will know soon enough," Asher says. His finger traces invisible circles on my stomach. He hums in satisfaction and pulls his hand away. "You will remain here, however, until you put to bed. I don’t trust you to not try anything stupid. Damn human."

"Are you insane?! You intend to keep me chained up here for months?!"

"I will set you free, but only if you behave," he says, giving me an unimpressed look. "And if you had done your research properly, you would know it will only take a few weeks." Asher disappears after saying this. Fucking disappears! And I am left staring at the place he was standing, thinking about what the hell he meant.

Fuck, Silas is going to be so damn worried! I feel bad for Bill, who will have to face both Silas and my mom.

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I don’t know how long I stay like that, tied to the bed and unable to leave, but eventually, I grow too exhausted and pass out. I am awoken by the familiar feeling of hunger. It’s a lot stronger this time, and the stomach cramps cause me to moan out in pain.

It should have freaked me out how fast Asher appeared by my side. How the hell does he keep tabs on what’s happening around me? Anyway, seeing him hold out a glass of blood to me makes me quickly reach out. To my surprise, the chains holding me captive have disappeared. I gulp down the blood anxiously, just wanting the pain to go away.

"Good girl," he coos as he places a hand on my back.

"Stay away from me!"

"Don’t be ungrateful. You should thank me for coming to your rescue so quickly."

"Go fuck yourself."

"Well then, since you won’t be cooperative, you can have fun in your chains." He waves his hand dismissively, and the bindings on my hands reappear. I expect him to disappear once more, but he magicks a chair out of nowhere and makes himself comfortable. He stares me down. "How is she?"

"Who?"

"The baby."

"She?..."

Asher rolls his eyes. "Yes, she." Okay, let me not start off on how the hell he knows the gender of my baby. But I am more curious about why the hell he cares about that at all.

"Why do you care?"

"You will see." He smiles, and this one isn’t as devious as the rest. It seems genuine, like the kind of smile someone would have while anticipating something they have waited their whole lives for. Somehow, this smile horrifies me more than the rest I’ve seen on him.

"You will stay away from my baby. This is between you and me!"

"Why? Weren’t you trying to get rid of it not long ago?"

"What the fuck do you WANT?!"

"You will find out," he says sarcastically. "Soon enough."