All Chapters of Captured by Satan: Chapter 131 - Chapter 140

"What the actual fuck?"A female voice startled me awake, and I found myself sprawled in a field of grass. The sun's warmth enveloped me, soothing my skin with its gentle heat. The grass beneath me wasn't prickly, but soft instead, and I stretched my arms out, relishing the comforting sensation."What are you doing here?"Annoyance simmered within me. I finally had a moment of peace and quiet."Anna, can you shut up and let me-"My words trailed off when I realised what I said.My eyes flew open.Standing by my feet, clad in a yellow summer dress, was Anna. She stared down at me, alive and well. "What the fuck? What are you doing here?" I asked with shock. She was supposed to be dead."I could ask you the same thing." Anna replied, as if she really couldn't believe I was here. Looking around me to actually check where 'here' was, I realised I didn't recognize this place. "What are you doing in the demon realm?" Anna asked when a frown settled on my face. I had no recollection of comin

His words gained meaning when he pushed his body into mine. My body exploded with fire. "But I can't. You're too weak. You need to heal first." He asserted firmly. "I feel fine." I lightly replied. Sam's grin near my ear only fueled my warmth, and I wasn't even embarrassed to say that I was a thirsty bitch. I needed to forget everything about me. "You died a few hours ago, Fay. If you say you're fine one more time, I will..." Sam warned in a low murmur, his weight still pressing into me. "You will what?" I challenged as my hands roamed his bare chest. His skin was cool and firm, and the few scars that stood out on his skin felt rugged. His scars made him even more attractive. They felt like prizes on a trophy. "Well, I don't actually know." Sam sighed out, "I don't know how to punish you. It seems like an impossible task, because you either enjoy it, or fight everything that I do." Grinning against his neck, I felt Sam tense against me. His thumb slid over the soft skin of my nak

My fist lashed out instinctively, connecting with his ugly head. His head snapped back, but he quickly regained his posture and bared his teeth at me. I didn't care. My fist flew out again. I didn't have time to process his expressions or contemplate my actions; I just kept striking. My feet joined my fists, and I managed to kick him against his knees. A chilling sound escaped him as he stumbled, and he grabbed my hair with one fist and yanked on it so hard, my head smacked against the bathroom wall. The impact momentarily blinded me, but I gritted my teeth and snapped my head forward to hopefully break his nose. A sickening crunch followed, accompanied by a howl of pain, and I followed up with another blow from my elbow. He released my hair, but grabbed my arm instead, and knocked my legs out from under me. My feet slipped on the wet floor, and my body crashed down with a hard whack. My elbow absorbed most of the impact, and I cried out in agony when I felt a blinding pain going t

The marine king sprang up and dashed away without a backward glance, heading straight for the lake. Was five minutes enough time to make it? Judging by the looks of the demons around me, it wouldn't. They would make sure they would run as fast as they could to get to him. They would not let their prey escape. The urge to bite my nails became almost overpowering. Patience was never my strong suit, and it seemed the same went for the demons around me. Some were shifting from foot to foot, others flexed their fingers or eyed their knives eagerly. The tension in the air was palpable, each demon eager to partake in the hunt. Shea stood across from us, her hawk-like gaze surveying the scene around her, until they her gaze landed on us. She seemed to figure out the relationship Sam and I had. Whatever she saw, it didn't please her. I pressed myself closer to Sam the moment I felt a change in the atmosphere. "Go." Sam commanded, his voice cutting through the silence like a blade. Like so

As the king crawled toward me, each movement seemed agonisingly slow, as if time itself had slowed to a crawl. Once he reached his son's head, he looked down for one second, before putting his eyes on me again. With one flick of his hand, he rolled the head to the side. His eye, devoid of life, failed to reflect the dancing flames behind me. Yet, there was a fervent intensity in his gaze, as though he saw only me, shutting out the world around him. I felt Adrian come closer to me. "He's lusting after you." Adrian whispered in my ear. Shock went through me. "I can feel it." Adrian said, "It's very strong. He has rape fantasies about you." Sam tensed his jaw and balled his fists at the words, hearing everything clearly. The king kept staring at me, and bared his teeth at me when an expression of disgust showed on my face. 'I like it when you scream.' Rang through my head. As the king drew nearer, my instinct screamed at me to retreat, to hide and cower, to run away and never look b