All Chapters of Captured by Satan: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

A short summary of book 1 'Captured by the Demon King':The books are about the seven demon kings of sin who rule the demon realm. Every sin has their own colour. Asmodeus / Adrian: Lust - Light blueSatan / Samael: Wrath - Dark redMammon / Micah: Greed - YellowLucifer: Pride - PurpleBelphegor: Sloth - Dark blueBeelzebub: Gluttony - OrangeLevi, now Dagon: Envy - GreenGabrielle, a human, was kidnapped by the demon king of Lust, King Asmodeus (Adrian). Taken as a slave, their romantic journey started quick and full of lust. Adrian soon realized he couldn't live without his human and asked her to be his partner (he had four at the time, to fill up his lust to the maximum). He kissed her, creating a deep, life-altering bond between the two. Only when a king kisses another, is a deep bond created. This ties the life forces of the two together, preventing the king and queen from fully dying when the bonded one is still alive.Gabrielle ended up killing the brother of Adrian, Levi. Le

"Why did you come home with me, if you know me so well?" He snapped, his anger evident in the widening of his nostrils. "Well, you were right about one thing. I actually could use a good fuck. I thought, why not you? At least I won't develop any feelings for you." I sweetly retorted.He took another step towards me. "You're not at all like all the other women I've had before. But you are the same type of slut. Eager." He sneered ugly. I was so unimpressed by this guy, it almost made me laugh."If you're trying to offend me, you really have to try harder." I said, my fingers touching his dick through his pants. "Try as hard as your cock is right now." The impact of the wall behind me was not as hard as I expected. His lips smashed onto mine and his body pushed me against the wall with aggression. His hand grabbed the fabric of my dress, and he slid it up my body clumsily. He groaned when his fingers touched my underwear. I kissed him back with passion and cupped his cheek almost lov

"Leave," Samael snapped at the crowd, and every single demon turned around. I almost wanted to plead with some of them to just look at me, to help me. But demons tended to be as loyal as dogs when it came to their King. Nobody would misstep here. Nobody would look at me from here on out.That was completely and utterly unfair. As I looked up at Samael, I saw a woman dressed in royal attire standing close to us, staring daggers at me. "You're cutting me off from the entire world." I stated at the demon holding me, ignoring the woman behind him. "You don't need the world." Samael stated back, his eyes on the disappearing demons. "Of course I do. You can't just take away all social contact from me." I snapped back. His eyes suddenly pierced me, and they were black with anger. "You had social contact. And you decided to fuck those social contacts. So to prevent any more accidents, it's better if you have no contact with anyone anymore for the rest of your life.""You can't do that." I s

"This is your bedroom." I stated with my eyes scanning the art on the ceiling. It was a painting of what looked like a fight. It didn't look like two sides against each other, but more like it was just everybody fighting each other. His room could've easily been the home of Dracula. "It is." Samael confirmed, lighting one more candle beside his bed. "Don't you have slaves to do that for you?" I asked, my eyes on his hands with fire in them. "Slaves and servants are not welcome here. Nobody enters my bedroom." Samael responded, extinguishing the flame. "Am I not a slave, then?" I challenged. Sam turned around to me and actually smirked at me. "You're a different kind of slave. You are required to be here. But if you wish to light my room, be my guest." "No, thank you." I scowled in return. I was not a slave. Samael clicked his tongue as if he was annoyed and pointed to a door opposite of his bed. "Your bedroom is there. When you hear a knock or when you are called, come to me at o

The guy, Vuja, ran away with haste and I felt a little embarrassed that I was the subject of his order. Within a matter of seconds, a sharp knife landed in front of Samael, causing his wine glass to tremble ever so slightly. Observing the scene, I noticed that the slaves refrained from engaging in conversation with Samael. They would bow, but there was no exchange of greetings or further words. Perhaps that was Sam's preference.Samael grabbed the knife and harshly put it in front of me on the table, making his wine glass shake more. "Keep it on you at all times, Fay. I'm not fucking joking around." He let go of the knife and slid it closer to me. "No, you don't seem the type that jokes around." I said back, my eyes on the extremely sharp looking knife.Suddenly, Samael's face was right next to mine. His voice dripped with a threatening tone as he whispered in my ear, "Be careful what you say, flower. I know your deepest fears."A shiver ran down my arm, the memories of last night sti