I had nothing but nightmares and did nothing but cry the whole time. Memories came back to chase me and scare me, but even if I ran away and hid, they always found me. They were the shadows of my past, they were my nightmares, they were my torments, and they would never stop chasing me. All I could do was endure, with tears, until my eyes opened.

But here, as soon as I closed them, they came back, stronger and more frightening than before, ready to engulf me in a whirlwind of fear, terror and pain. How much would I have wanted to delete them?! But they were part of me and I of them. Erase them would have meant erasing a part of myself.

And as painful as it was, I couldn't do it.

I don't know if it was luck or bad luck, but my eyes opened, perhaps too soon.

I met the cold of the floor with a dull thud.

I opened my eyes in terror and met those golden spheres. They still watched me with that stern, superior look that made my blood run cold. The only thing that divided him and I was the huge double bed, but I didn't think it would be enough. I crawled as far as possible from him, terrified, pushing backwards with my feet.

I was shaking from head to toe. What did I do? Why was he looking at me that way?

He walked over, over the bed and wedging me into a corner of the room. I tried to make myself as small as possible, bringing my legs to my chest, wrapped in my arms and hiding my head between them.

"Who gave you permission to sleep on my bed?" he asked impassively.

What?

"I didn't know ... I thought that-"

"WHAT DID YOU THINK ?!" he grabbed me by the arm, lifting me off the ground and looking me in the face, always with his chilling gaze. “Animals like you don't sleep on the bed! Put your head up! YOU ARE AN ANIMAL!"

Without any delicacy, he threw me at the end of the bed, on a crimson red carpet. Despite the carpet, I slammed my shoulder badly, hurting myself.

I got down on my knees, but as soon as I lifted my face off the ground I saw him a few inches from me. He bent on his knees until he reached my face and a grin rippled his lips as he saw the first tears furrow my face distorted in an expression of terror. I was afraid, he scared me. His face, his eyes, his smile ... Everything about him was scary, but also beautiful ...

He licked the tears with his slimy tongue, made it slide all over the cheek, up to the eye, where he pressed harder, hurting me. He climbed higher and there he began to bite the eyebrow with insistence, but without hurting me, just annoyance. But I stood still, passively taking everything he was doing to me, continuing to tremble.

He ran a cold hand behind my back, stroking it gently but causing me severe shivers, not just in my back, but all over my body. He also placed his other hand on my chest, intensifying the shivers, even more, transforming them into real shocks.

It was all so disgusting...

He was the same as him, I had descended into a hell worse than the first.

I could no longer resist... I burst into tears, while that man continued to play with my body.

"P-p-please ... t-that's enough ..."

"But how? We haven't even started and we already have to stop? " he lowered his head to bite my earlobe. “Wasn't that what you were doing with those two men? What is different between me and those two? It seemed to me that you liked it. Or did you like it precisely because there were two of them? "

"N-no ... no ..."

"Like it or not, this is the punishment for sleeping on my bed."

Suddenly I felt a stabbing pain in my back, between the shoulder blades. Strong enough to make me scream. It was as if the skin was peeling off as if a knife was cutting it off. I felt that man's fingers moving in a circle on my back, just where the pain continued to be felt insistently. Was he the cause of my pain? I grabbed his shoulders and watched him pleadingly.

I could feel the warm blood flowing down my back, staining my pale skin.

He jumped up making me fall to the ground, still writhing in pain. I pressed my forehead against the floor so hard that I couldn't even hear my thoughts.

He looked at me with superiority, again.

"Make sure you stay in your place, animal!"

I nodded and slowly the pain faded.

If before I thought he was beautiful, now that thought was deformed, he was not beautiful or fascinating at all, he was a monster!

He was neither kind nor charitable, he was just a demon who enjoyed seeing me suffer and humiliating me. I, on the other hand, was nothing more than his animal, maybe I wasn't even that, I was more a toy with which he could have fun.

But sooner or later the toys break. And just like a toy I would have folded into his hands and would have been forced to submit to his wishes and orders.

Hell had just begun and I couldn't wait to get out, but the devil was next to me, all dressed in black and with penetrating and cold eyes of the colour of gold.