Page 114 of Angelic Vengeance

He wasbeautiful.

After all, the devil was the first fallen angel.

The worst part was I didn’t hate him. I understood why he did what he did. I knew I would’ve done worse.

I squeezed my eyes shut, feeling my face crunchy with dried tears. Blinking rapidly, I took in my surroundings. Now, with the daylight shining in through the windows, I could see where I was.

I expected some type of dark, cement-walled dungeon with chains.

Not a bedroom that looked straight out of the Architectural Digest Magazine. I turned my head, left and right, confused as fuck. Glancing over my shoulder, I caught the Manhattan skyline through the peak in the curtains.

What the hell?

I couldn’t understand why he’d bring me here if he was done with me.

Leaning forward, I stood firmly on my feet, the wooden chair on my back, tied to me. Jumping up, I leaned backward as I fell to the ground. The chair broke apart underneath my weight and I quickly wiggled out of the rope.

The first thing I did was rush to the bathroom. When I washed my hands, my stomach growled painfully. I was tired; hungry.

Stepping back into the bedroom, I tried the door. Locked –obviously. I circled the room once, unsure what to do. Stay? Go?

For the first time in my life, I was so nervous my legs were shaking; not because I was scared, but because I didn’t know where Zach’s head was.

I could’ve escaped earlier, but a stupid, foolish part of me hoped he’d come back. If he came back, I could explain everything to him. If I understood him, he’d surely understand me.

But he hadn’t come back. He just left me tied to some chair. My chest ached with a more than familiar sentiment; disappoint-ment.Betrayal.

There was a good reason why I didn’t trust people.

My mind was made.

Taking a deep breath, I stepped up to the door; and with all my power, kicked it. Once. Twice. The third time, it flew off the hinges. I walked out into the hallway, looking left and right. I picked a random direction and ran.

My feet lost contact with the floor as I was lifted into the air and thrown onto the floor.

“Is that really all you got?”

I groaned, pushing up to my knees. As I looked over my shoulder and spotted Zach in a pair of grey sweatpants and shirtless – tan muscle and black ink exposed – all the pent-up anger inside me made my blood boil.

Did heseriouslyjust throw me onto the ground? It didn’t hurt but it sure as fuck pissed me off.

He wanted to play? Fine. We could play.

When I stood straight, his eyes scanned me from top to bottom, making my skin sizzle as he took in my skimpy clothes. I was wearing the same thing I was last night, before he decided to switch personalities and kidnap me – the usual loungewear I wore around the house: tight shorts and bralette set.

His jaw clicked with tension before he met my eyes again and I felt the pulse between my legs.

I didn’t want to hurt him. But maybe he needed a reminder of who I was and what exactly I was capable of.

“I’ll give you a head start.”

“No thanks,” I replied, rolling my shoulders and stepping forward.

“You sure you want to do this,Ángel?”

I faltered.

A single word put such a distance between us, there was now an ocean separating us. It felt like I was standing in front of a complete stranger.

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