Page 144 of Hell Bound

She sucked in a breath and bolted to her feet, running from the room.

Sameera threw her head back and laughed. Then the collar’s barbs were biting at me, and I was forced to sit as the princess straddled my lap and sank her fangs into my throat, the bloody water squelching between us.

All I tried to think of was Lilith.

You are with her, you are with her.

Until the pain reminded me that I wasn’t.

Chapter35

Lilith

Ismelled like straight ass.

After another two days without a shower and being stuck inside a cell without working plumbing, to say I was ripe was about as nice as I could put it.

At least I was no longer starving. Hana had come by each day to slip another care package through the bars. She made eye contact with me, but she still wouldn’t speak.

I wasn’t going to complain, though. Not anymore.

About herorLucifer.

Letting my revolting husband plant seeds of doubt in my mind with his punishments was only another tally mark in his victory column. I’d already given him more than enough.

My anger was now focused where it should have been all along.

On him.

The smug look on Asmodeus’s face as he left me locked down here had been a constant in my mind since the moment he disappeared from my sight.

My new favorite way to pass the time was reimagining every death that had been returned to my memory. This time, it was Asmodeus roasting on a spit, his fucking skin being flayed from his body as he screamed.

I grabbed the bars and rested my head against one of them. The silence was starting to weigh on me. Another thing to thank Asmodeus for.

By the time I was released from here, I would have long since lost my mind.

Was there anything more frustrating than impotent rage? I could imagine whatever I wanted, but at the end of it all, I was still the one trapped in a cell while he partied with a bunch of sycophants upstairs. There was no way out.

A scraping sound behind me stole my breath as I whirled to face it.

Nothing.

I was still alone in the cell.

Great, now I’m hearing things that aren’t there.

But the sound came again, from... under the stone floor?

Rats immediately came to mind, however, this was Hell. No telling what kind of creature could be right beneath my feet.

The stone shifted, lifting slightly.

And on its way up to me.

I could scream, and I opened my mouth to do just that. My hand clapped over it before my thoughts had even fully processed.

Dumbass, don’t invite the damn thing up here! Maybe it’s just sniffing around and will go away.

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