Page 3 of Taken to the Deadlands

I gritted my teeth.

What? Now you want to be a good person?

I hated that I was being weak.

I didn’t struggle all those years or fight like hell to make my place here, just to have it blow up in my face because I couldn’t leave the goddamn stray I had picked up.

But regardless of what my mind was telling me, I couldn’t run. Not when the sounds she was making caused my heart to crumble and not when it felt like she wasbeggingfor me to save her.

Each moment I paused, the louder her screams got.

“Give her to me,” I ordered.

The demon gave me a look.

“You won’t need her where you’re going.”

She held out a hand for me. Going against every survival instinct I had, I walked toward her but didn’t place my hand in hers. She clicked her tongue and threw the cat to the side.

I snapped my head in her direction just in time to see Momo land on her feet. The demon took the chance to grab me.

It was useless to fight her off this time.

As soon as her hands were on me, light burst forward from her chest, and the entire world fell around us.

Chapter 2

Mia

One would expect to wake up with a headache when they are kidnapped by a demon, but when I opened my eyes next time, it was quite the opposite.

It was almost as if I was being pulled from the best sleep of my life. My body felt light, and there was a thrum of heat spreading throughout my limbs.

With a sigh, I turned over, trying to grab the fluffy blankets around me and pull them closer.

Just a few more minutes… When was the last time I had slept this well?

That’s when the whispers broke through the thick haze of my still sleep-ridden mind.

“It’s been too long. Maybe we should wake her?”

“The longer she sleeps, the better.”

“But maybe we can think of a way to escap?—“

There was a rustling not far from me.

“You know that’s not an option,” a girl hissed. “Just let her be blissfully unaware of our situation. I’d join her if I could.”

“What if they come?—“

I groaned as I pushed myself up. Their voices had begun to buzz around my head like two incessant flies.

“I’m awake, Jesus H. Chri?—“

I lost my train of thought when I pried my eyes open to look at the girls.

Both were sitting on a bed that had been placed right next to mine and dressed in the same outfit. A thin slip that covered nothing.

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