chapter one
Kylie's POV
"I'm off now James", I said to my manager.
"Alright then, go ahead and pack up, I'll clock you out. My manager and I had a great friendship. Maybe it got me more money, maybe it didn't either way, it's nice to have a good friend in my life.
My life doesn't always work out how I want it to or need it to. My mother and father left me when I was firstborn, so of course, I had to go into the system. Many people adopted me but, they weren't good enough, some not good at all.
When I was 11 my adoptive parent at that time tried to sell me to some random men. Thank God I was in track at school. They were too fat to catch me anyway. Another time I had a drunk as an adoptive parent.
As you can see my life isn't that great. The only time I feel free is when I'm dancing or as you would call it stripping. It's not the men staring up at me with lust-filled eyes. It's the music and the air around me when I dance. It makes me feel free, while everything else just leaves from the space around me. But, all good things come to an end.
As I grabbed my bag, I realized the worst thing that could happen to me. I left my change of clothes at home. It doesn't seem that bad but, it's horrible when you have to walk home at night with barely anything on, in the street, with drunks surrounding you left and right.
I've done this before, and the men are ruthless, and couldn't care less if they hurt you or not. I still have a scar on my thigh from when a man cut me with a broken piece of a bottle. Again, I had to use my speed to get away.
I grabbed my bag and walked out of the strip club. I turned to my left and started along the sidewalk. As I'm walking I feel like, I'm being watched. I turned around and see nothing, and keep watching. For some reason, I still have the same feeling. I turn around once more to see something in a dark alleyway. Assuming it's just a drunk I keep walking. But in an alleyway, I see the same type of figure started walking towards me.
"Kylie?"
Dion's POV
"Do I know you", she says.
"No, but, I know you" when I say that she has the most confused look on her face. I don't understand why I'm sure someone has said this before.
I've been watching her for a while now. Maybe about two weeks now. No, I'm not a creep, I'm doing this for a very good reason. I need her to come with me to hell. You see, my uncle King Xavier is retiring from being the king. Since he has no sons, of course, I'm going to try and take the spot.
Before I become king, I need a wife or at least a girlfriend. And Kylie is the perfect girl. Not because of whatever features she has, it's because she's my soulmate. It's weird and unusual for me, a demon and a don to have a human as a soulmate, but that's life.
I can always just throw her away when I'm done, there really is no need for her to stay around. She'll probably die in Hell once I let her go anyway.
"Well if you don't need anything I'm just going to go ahead and leave", she says trying to walk around me. I put my hand up, blocking her effort.
"To be honest I don't want to make this hard for you, but it's going to hurt, but it'll all be over soon"
Her eyes widen, I didn't think she knew what I was talking about but this makes it even better.
"P-please", she says "I'm a v-virgin please let me go. She starts to sob, falling to her knees pleading for me to let her go. At this point, I don't even know what to do. She completely misunderstood me, and now I'm confused.
"First off", I explain "I'm not going to- that's not what I meant. And two how the hell are you a stripper and a virgin?"
"That's none of your business", she stares me up and down, "What were you talking about then?"
I knew it would take me a long time to answer her question. Quite frankly I didn't have the time to explain that to a doltish not to mention weird human. So, I did the only other thing anyone else would.
I kidnapped her.
I quickly took out a folded bag big enough to fit her head out of my back pocket and put it over her head. Of course, she struggled but I put my hand over her mouth before she started screaming.
I dragged her to my car as fast as I could and threw her in the backseat of my truck. She was getting annoying kicking and screaming. I ended up throwing my garage remote at her to shut up.
After about an hour I had enough of her. So I did the right thing. No not let her go you imbecile.
I shot her.
A/N: I hope you liked it :) please keep reading!!
-Ren
