7. Silas the Demon
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Harley gave a muffled sound. She wiggled her shoulders a bit, but that small movement punched a sharp pain into her gut and face. She couldn’t swallow the whine from escaping her.
The man gave her a pitying look.
“Poor thing. Let me help you with that.” If she wasn’t hogged tied or beaten to an inch of her life, she probably would have said something snidely to him for calling her a “poor thing”.
She flinched as he reached out to her and eventually ran a hand over her hair. He petted her like he’d found an abused kitten on the side of the road. While he might have been trying to show that he wasn’t here to hurt her, she kind of didn’t like the way he was going about it. Something in the tone of his voice was patronizing, as if he was judging her for getting in this situation.
But his hand was soft. Not rough at all. He took his time sliding his fingers through her brown hair, running his nails gently across her scalp all the way down to the nape of her neck. She almost melted into the touch. It wasn’t even that she’d been tied up like this for hours. It wasn’t even because she’d been alone without any comfort for a while.
She just liked the way he was touching her.
Her gut clenched and she furrowed her brows as she fought in her head on whether she should like the way he was touching her.
He joined his other hand with the one on her neck and they both settled on the buckle holding the ball gag to her face. His thumb just barely grazed her face. Her breath hitched in her throat.
He was warm. Like he was burning up.
Her body shivered as his arm pressed against her neck for a brief moment. The heat was fleeting, but she wanted so much more of it that she ignored the pain to get closer to him. It was an awkward move that required her to wiggle a bit though it was worth it when her shoulders and part of her chest pressed against his shins.
“What’s this?” He murmured. His fingers drifted to the saliva covered ball, caressing it as though it was another delicate part of her.
She flinched, unsure what his intentions were. Even still, she didn’t back away from him. So far, he was the kindest person here. Though her mind was aching with how bad of an idea it was to put her trust in this strange man, she couldn’t help feeling like she could. She was being pulled in two different directions—one saying that he was just like the men who’d kidnapped her and the other saying that he was her savior.
The corner of his mouth turned upward. He knew what this was. The ball-gag felt like it was about to break her jaw. When his dark eyes glanced over her puffy and red face, she knew that he was playing. Teasing her. If she didn’t feel so tired, on the verge of passing out, she might have lunged at him.
Her hands were still tied behind her though. She was so weak. Nothing she did would help her out of this situation.
He gave a slight pout.
“Oh, how horrible you look.” He finally began to unbuckle the gag.
The moment the tension was released and the man gently pulled the ball out from between her teeth, she coughed harshly. Her body heaved and heaved, her throat burning with the force. Spit fell from her mouth and splattered the dirty concrete between the two of them. She clenched her teeth together. Her whole mouth screamed. It wasn’t just that it had been forced open for so long, but also the fact that she’d been almost pummeled to death.
She looked up. Her eyes were swimming. Tears fell from the corners of her eyes, down her bruised cheeks, and her body sagged forward.
The man caught her. His long arms gathered her into his chest, holding her close.
He sighed as if this was the most taxing thing he’d had ever done in his life. “I’ve got you now. But I’m afraid this won’t come without a price.”
Harley stiffened.
She squirmed to get out of his hold, but he held tighter onto her.
He let out a laugh. It rumbled through his chest and she could feel it through her entire body. She shivered at the feeling.
“There’s no use. You asked for help and I came.”
He said it like they’d made a deal which Harley didn’t remember making. Almost like how her hands were literally tied behind her back, his words felt like her hands were also figuratively tied behind her back.
Before she could ask what the hell he was talking about, the doors to the warehouse flew open.
“Who the f**k are you?!”
A swarm of men came through the door. She recognized Karl at the front of the group. His face was bloody and it looked like he was missing a tooth. He was limping, but still managed to keep up with the men that were dashing toward Harley and her savior.
“Stay behind me.”
Harley’s face snapped away from the charging men to the strong man that was there to save her.
He stepped in front of her, standing to his full height. Which was really tall. He had to be at least 6’3”, maybe taller. Either way, he made the rest of the men look like toy dolls.
Even though she couldn’t see his face with his back turned to her, she knew he was smirking. He spread out his arms in a stance that said “come fight me, I dare you”.
“Silas.”
The men stopped in front of him. They aimed their guns at him. Karl was almost foaming at the mouth in anger.
“What?” He hissed out, blood flying everywhere.
“My name is Silas.”
And as the last syllable of his name left his mouth, Silas attacked in a blur of blood and screams.
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