A True Lifestory: Part 2 A Demon’s Obsession

Chapter 12 Rumors

[Stella’s POV]

As the night fell upon us, I was lying on the bed, as I could feel Armaros’ steady breathing. He was holding me close in his embrace while he was sleeping.

He almost looked innocent as I was observing him in his sleep.

Like how I remembered him as a kid. But I knew it had to be wishful thinking.

How could one person make me feel so wrong and so right at the same time? I shouldn’t let him do all these things to me, but it was like I was unable to resist him.

When he wanted something from me, he didn’t even have to ask, my body just gave in to his every desire and I couldn’t do anything about it.

I was embarrassed to admit it, but the truth was, that I was falling in love with my captor, and I might have been foolish enough to believe that he felt the same way about me.

But at the same time, I was afraid that he, any minute, would just break me to pieces. That’s how much power he had over me.

[Next morning]

I could hear Armaros was taking a bath. Normally, he would already have left the room when I woke up, but I hadn’t really been able to get any sleep, because of the thoughts filling my head.

So, I sat up in bed, thinking about how to break to him, that I wanted to get out of this house, even if it was just for an hour, I needed to get some change of air. I just didn’t know how to do it.

Then the water was turned off, and I made up with myself that this was it. I had to tell him. So, as soon as the door opened, and he stepped back into the room, I called out for his attention.

“Armaros? Can I ask you something?” I spoke, as he glanced at me.

“Sure, just give me a second.” He replied, as he proceeded to pick out a suit from his closet.

I had to admit it was a little difficult to concentrate as he stood there with only a towel, as water drops glided down his damp, muscular built body and, for the first time, I realized that he had several tattoos on his upper body.

One of them was stretching from his back and over his shoulder to his chest. It wasn’t something I had focused on before.

When I had seen him without a shirt because it was at night and I had been too shy to even look at him for that long, but I raptly came to myself as he pulled a shirt over his head and sat down on the bed beside me.

“What is it you wanna talk about?” He then asked. I quickly cleared my throat, hoping he didn’t realize I was staring.

“I was just wondering.. Last night, you told me that you weren’t just seeing me as your prisoner anymore..” I started as I felt my pulse rise.

“Yeah..?” He replied, confused, and though I wasn’t even sure where this would be heading, I decided just to go with it.

“Armaros, I really need to get out of this house.. I’m slowly getting crazy in here.” I stated, as I observed his reaction to it.

I didn’t know if he would be angry or agree to my wish because his mood was like a switch, it could turn on and off in a second.

But now I had stated my opinion to him and there was no going back.

“I.. Could take you down town.. If you’d like?” Armaros suggested, as a smile erupted on my lips.

“Really? Would you do that?” I asked, as he started smiling too.

“Of course, if that makes you happy,” he responded, while he trailed the backside of his fingers down my cheek, before he raised himself from the bed.

“I just have some work to attend to first, and then I’ll come right back and pick you up.. So make sure to be ready when I do!” He stated, as I nodded my head.

“I will!” I promised before he walked out. I couldn’t help but cheer for myself, as this was a small victory for me. I felt like he was slowly warming up to me.

He seemed less cold and distant, and actually seemed like he cared about my opinions. But I was brought back as the door reopened.

“One more thing.. I’ll be sending you a new dress.. I want you to wear it.” Armaros added, as he then left without another word.

[..]

“You look rather happy today, something happened?” Baal asked, as Armaros went down the stairs. Everyone turned to look at him, as Armaros’ features immediately hardened, and he glared at them.

“What are you all looking at? Mind your own damn business!” He snapped, as most of them turned away again, all except Baal, Morax, and Damien, who, for some reason, had chosen to keep staring, much to Armaros’ annoyance.

“It’s probably because he is banging that wolf-girl!” Damien stated, as Morax tried holding a laugh back, which earned both of them a glare from Armaros.

“Shut up, Damien! I have work to do, and you are going with me.” Armaros snapped, as the grin immediately disappeared from Damien’s lips, and he knitted his eyebrows.

“Fück no! I’m not going with you.” He replied, as he crossed his arms.

“Yes you are, I can’t trust you! You are going, so I can keep an eye on you, or I’ll have Jinn drive your ass back to our father’s house!”

“Why? Are you afraid that your little she-wolf might find me more interesting?” Damien taunted, making Armaros clinch his hands. He wasn’t doubting Damien’s intentions – he was trying to pïss him off on purpose.

“I don’t have time for your shít Damien. Go with me or go home. You are out of options!” Armaros clarified, as Damien growled.

“Fine, you are so fücking annoying, you know that?” Damien grumbled as he headed towards the door.

“Only because you can’t hear yourself, or you might, would have been able to understand my struggles.” Armaros snarled back at him.

“Oh, I’m giving my big bro a hard time, how cute.” Damien taunted as he pouted his lip, and leaned against Armaros, who, with no hesitation, pushed him away.

“Fück off, you’re so fücking childish!” Armaros growled as he jumped into the car.

“No! It’s you who have always been a grumpy díckhead because dad liked me better than you!” Damien snarled, as he closed the door behind him. Armaros glared at him.

“Congratulations on being our fücking sperm donor’s least hated person. I couldn’t be more happy for you!” Armaros replied sarcastically, before he started the engine and drove off at fast speed.

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“You just go in there, I just have to purchase something first.” Armaros stated, as he started walking down the street, while Damien glowered at him.

“If you’re planning to ditch me here, I’ll fücking burn your àss!” Damien yelled, Armaros just rolled his eyes.

“If I did, I wouldn’t try to hide it, ‘cause I don’t fücking care!” Armaros yelled back, as he continued down the street until he stopped in front of a dress store.

He wanted the dress for Stella to be something special. He knew that she was the type of girl who didn’t like to wear dresses. She told him that herself, but he intended to make her like it because she looked pretty damn hot, whenever she did have one on.

Though on the other hand, she was pretty hot without one too.. — he quickly cleared his mind as the sales woman came over with a cautious smile plastered on her face.

“Well, hello there! How can I help you, Sir?” She asked, as politely as she could, but there was no doubt in his mind that he was scaring her.

That was how most people reacted to him, whenever they saw him, but he had learned to ignore it.

“Hello, I’m looking for a dress, you see.. I have a date with this girl tonight, and I would like to find the perfect dress for her.” He replied in a polite tone.

His gentle voice seemed to have a calming effect on the woman’s nerves, as her smile actually seemed sincere this time.

“I’m sure I can help you with that.” She replied, and soon she had picked out four dresses, and out of those, one was standing out, so Armaros chose that, and got her to wrap it up.

As he walked out of the shop and back to the car, he asked Dagon – who was also waiting outside – to deliver the package to Shax.

Then he stepped into the building where he had left Damien.

As he walked into the room, the discussion that had been going on for a while was escalating from a heated argument to a point where everyone had pulled out a gun.

“What the fück is going on in here?” Armaros growled, as everyone turned to look at him.

“Your fücking brother, happened! He is a fücking piece of shít!” Moloch snapped, as his hard stare turned to Armaros for a moment, before it turned back to Damien.

“Me? It’s not my fault you can’t handle the truth!” Damien taunted, as he was píssing Moloch even more off.

“I can’t leave you alone for an hour, and you're already on your way to getting yourself killed.” Armaros growled.

“He just doesn’t believe you would ever lie to him.” Damien spoke, making Armaros frown in anger.

“What the fück did you say?” Armaros growled.

“Is it true that you are letting captured werewolves leave?” Moloch asked, as Armaros looked at him, without uttering a word.

“You know the drill.. If you come across werewolves, especially females, you are supposed to bring them to me – that’s the agreement!” He growled, as Armaros looked at him unfazed.

“I had another purpose for them, so..” He stated with a shrug, as Moloch frowned.

“And what kind of purpose is that?” He asked, as he narrowed his eyes.

“Screwing one, and letting the other one go because they are ‘family’,” Damien stated in a taunting tone, making Armaros glare at him.

“I swear I will kill you if you don’t shut up!”

“So the rumors are true.. You are holding some she-wolf as your personal pet!” Moloch stated. Just hearing that rumors were spreading, made him tense. It would only be a matter of time before it would reach his father.

“I'm wondering what your father would think if he knew about it!” Moloch spoke, as he grinned and shook his head in disbelief.

Armaros knew that he had to do something to make sure those rumors would end there.

“Damien, leave us, now!” Armaros stated harshly.

“Why the fück are you ordering me around all the time!” Damien growled.

“Just píss off already!” He snapped, before Damien kicked over the chair he had been sitting on and stomped out.

“Care to explain what all this is about?” Moloch asked, as he had sat down and picked up a cigarette, while two of his men were standing by his side.

Then out of the blue, Armaros pulled out his gun and shot both his men in their heads, as he proceeded to step over to a stunned Moloch and press the gün against his throat just under the chin, making him tense in fear, as he dropped the cigarette in his mouth.

“Listen, Moloch, we have known each other for quite some time now, and you seem like a pretty smart guy..” Armaros spoke calmly, as he pressed the gun harder against Moloch’s throat.

“.. So, what do you say about making a deal, huh?” He spoke, as Moloch swallowed a lump.

“What kind of deal are we talking about?” He asked nervously.

“You keep your mouth shut about what Damien just told you, and I promise not to blow your brains out.. Does that sound fair?” Armaros asked, as Moloch nodded his head vigorously.

“Of course.. D-definitely fine by me.” He blurred out, as Armaros smirked.

“Great choice..” Armaros replied, as he gave two rapid slaps on Moloch’s chin.

“I would appreciate that this stays between the two of us, so if I get the least hint, that you have spoken to anyone about this.. I will come back.” He warned him.

“I get it, no one will know, I swear.” He promised.

“Oh, but I do trust your word, even so much, that I want you to make me a list of those, you know, have been spreading these rumors behind my back.” He replied, as he narrowed his eyes.

“I’m going to pay them a little visit.,” Armaros stated.