Chapter Twenty
Rayven
When I woke, Belialwas gone. I lay on the bottom of the cage, staring up at the point where the bars came together, replaying the dream from last night over in my mind.
Too bad I had to wake up, back to my hellish reality where I was hopelessly trapped. I hated feeling so helpless.
This damsel in distress thing wasn’t my vibe. While Belial was fighting his way through the upper layers of Hell to rescue me, I was expected to sit here and wait.
I closed my eyes, trying to slip back into the plum dream, but the spell was over. My demon was gone. His absence made my eyes sting, tears welling in the corners.
“Don’t cry, pet,” Leviathan’s voice slithered around me, sticking to my skin.
I looked over, the hot tears spilling down my cheeks, and found him splayed over his bed with his hookah pipe pinched between his fingers. Had he watched me sleep?
“Don’t you have anything better to do?” I gritted out.
“No.” He took a long drag off his hookah.What the fuck was this guy smoking like an absolute freight train?“What could be better than admiring the prettiest thing in the nine layers?”
A chill shot through me, and I dragged myself up, pulling my knees to my chest. It didn’t do much, but it gave me a modicum of modesty.
“You could let me out,” I offered, batting my eyelashes at him. “That would be better.”
His serpent tongue flicked the salty sea air with his laugh. “And risk you running off so one of my brothers can snatch you from me? Not a chance. None of them will ever have you, little human. You’re mine. You’re never getting out of that cage.”
The blood in my veins crystalized. Leviathan had no intention of handing me over to Belial.
A cold little smile curled my lips. This would end badly for him.
“Can I at least have some water?” I snapped at the serpent demon.
Leviathan scooted to the edge of his bed, still admiring me. I was getting used to his constant gaze, but it didn’t make it any less fucked. I wished he’d go away for five minutes, or at least take a fucking nap. Anything for a little privacy.
He rubbed his scaled chin, lost in thought for a moment. “I have something else you can drink.”
The suggestive bend to his tone had me rolling my eyes. “You’re disgusting.”
After being forced to suck Asmodeus’ cock, the thought of Leviathan touching me made my stomach churn.
He said he wasn’t a brute, but would he force himself on me too if I didn’t obey?
Slinking to his feet, he sauntered over and stopped next to the cage. He towered over me, his slitted eyes burning into mine with a demented gleam. “Why don’t you prove to me just how thirsty you are?”
He reached through the bars, trailing a single finger along my jawline. Dread washed over me, and I shrank away, pressing myself against the bars farthest from him.
“Keep your hands off me if you want to keep them attached. I have this thing where I bite off appendages that venture too close to my fucking face.”
“You’re always so feisty,” he said with a wicked laugh, tapping his fingers on one of the copper bars. “Like a rabid animal. Wild, with feral beauty. I see why Belial was so enrapt by you.” I was sure he meant for those to be compliments, but the way they oozed off his tongue made them much more insulting.
“What do you say?” His eyes roved over me hungrily. “Put on a little show for me. Dance for me like you would your precious Lord of Bones, and I’ll give you a drink.”
He wants me to dance for him?
I doubted it was because he wanted to admire my body. He wanted to revel in my discomfort.
“Why don’t you go suck your own dick instead?” I snapped, despite how badly I wanted something to soothe my dry mouth and scratchy throat.
There was no way I was dancing naked in a cage for this asshole. Not on his life.
