Chapter Twenty Seven- Regretful And Making Some Bad Decisions Part One

Last night might as well have changed our relationship forever, I doubt I will ever get the opportunity to writhe under him again.

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Despite my misgivings, I convinced myself that it was just a nightmare, that attaching any other meaning to it would be reading too much into it and after some time, I went back to sleep until I was woken up by my alarm. I was grateful I didn't have another nightmare, the first one was not only harrowing, but it was an energy vampire, it drained the life out of me.

I sluggishly made it out of bed, unlocked my door and got the shower running. I slipped out of the chemise and left one of the maids making my bed. I stepped into the shower in the worst state I have ever been. My muscles felt stiff and my lower back was in pain, the kind of rippling pain sourced from an internal wound and my ass was even more sore than when I went to bed. Now every time when I have to sit down, I will be reminded of him.

As soon as the water came in contact with my skin and cascaded down my back , some of my tension eased down and that allowed my mind to wander to forbidden territory.

Being in a bathroom reminded me of last night's events and how closely I came to having sex with my step-father.

As always, the thoughts were commoving and awakened feelings in me I could not explain. I could envision the distinct head of that frighteningly beautiful, commanding genital muscle rubbing down my slit and massaging my clit and I could envision what should have happened after that. I could almost feel those plentiful inches stretching my walls and filling me up, making me cry from both pain and pleasure. Those thoughts were very arousing, but the imagery of him hovering over me, his eyes gazing deeply into mine, did more for me. I could never ever forget the stare he gave me, the look in his eyes as he pulled away from that torrid kiss, the look in his eyes as he threw me on the bed and stated his intentions with me. It was almost too much to handle. The nagging voice of regret was singing to me yet again, louder than last night because now I was not stupefied by fear and could fully grasp the consequences of my actions.

Last night might as well have changed our relationship forever, I doubt I will ever get the opportunity to writhe under him again.

I quickly wrapped up cleaning my body before I got carried away. Thinking about my stupid choices of actions had already messed with my emotions enough. Without the remedy of water, my pain rose to a higher degree, but I still had to attend to my father's newest prisoners so I had to ignore the pain and get myself ready.

I wrapped a towel around my body and embrocated my skin with lotions which smelled heavenly and alluring- in case a certain someone decides to nuzzle his nose in my neck.

When my palms glided over my lower back, a pang of pain vibrated through the area and it was accompanied by a shiver that quickly went up my spine. I went over to the mirror and examined my back for any signs of internal injury, but I was extremely shocked as my eyes took in the deep scratch marks. It was mind boggling.

How had I suffered the claw marks in my physical form yet I was attacked in a dream? I tried to think of other possible ways I could have gotten the marks, but I could not recall any other incidents. I do not remember the Devil piercing my skin with claws, so I do not have a plausible explanation for this. For the millionth time I asked myself what the hell is going on in my life and I wondered if everything as I know it is all a lie. Is my mother even my mother? Is my mother even human? Am I human?

I cut that train of thought before I drove myself insane and I put on my school uniform. Just as promised, my school skirt has been replaced with a longer one, now it reaches below my knees, but I am certain daddy still does not like the idea of me bending over.

As much as I have been given a responsibility that will most likely leave me scarred, I still have to make it to school. I have to. This is me taking charge of my life. Today I was a woman with a plan.

I was very relieved when I made it out of the hotel without any interaction with my father. I am not ready to face him yet, I am hoping that with time he will calm down and no one would have lost their life by then. I tried to squeeze information out of Varto, in hopes of knowing where the Devil's mind is at and what his action plan is, but as always, Varto was very curt and did not give me much to work with. I know he is going to punish me and I have to be prepared for such punishment, because it is certainly going to be the most severe I have ever received.

I did not waste time, as soon as we arrived at the Devil's palace, I got out of the car and made it to the lowest floor. The prisoners I was welcoming were Origa and her family. The adults; her and both her parents, looked at me with pleading eyes as the guards lead them to their cells. The doleful expression on her younger brothers faces were saddening and made me hate myself. Both looked no older than ten, yet their hands and feet were cuffed and chained together.

"You are evil, you will burn in hell." Origa spat in my face before the guard shoved her aside and she rejoined the line.

Ignoring the guilt gnawing at my conscience, I checked the records Macheno; the Devil's right hand, had given me as of routine and realised that the day was about to get worse for me.

Macheno hovered behind me, watching me intently as my eyes skimmed over the writing on the tablet.

His behaviour indicated of his distrust of me and I wondered if the Devil had instructed him to be extra vigilant.

"Maximum capacity will soon be reached, the prison is getting full, you know what that means, miss Vanessa."

I exhaled deeply before turning around and facing him. "I know what it means," it means I will have to decide how many people get killed to create vacancies, trust me when I say, being the Devil's daughter is not fun, "I will let you know of my decision tonight."

After I updated the records and placed an order for inventory, I decided to make a quick stop to my room and when I came out, my mother happened to be walking down the hallway. Her movements stilled after her eyes met mine and she had a deer caught in the headlights kind of expression.