Fallong for A Demon

Chapter One

"Hello there, teacher. You're still lovely in the afternoon." David smiled as he leaned against the door jamb.

Lucy gave him a friendly smile. "Are you lost?" she jokingly asked.

"Martin asked me to pick you up," he said as he sat in the armchair in front of her desk. She couldn't help but laugh because he barely fit in the chair. The armchair appeared to be a stool in comparison to his body size and height.

He is her boyfriend's cousin, as well as a childhood friend. Lucy's brow furrowed. Martin had not informed her of their plans for the day.

"He didn't say anything about us meeting," she explained. She took up her cellphone and examined it, speculating that her boyfriend had texted her.

"It was a surprise, actually," he shrugged. "I shouldn't even tell you he's asked to pick you up. So don't make a fuss because I said that," with a laugh, he said.

She smiled as well. Her fiance enjoys surprising her, so she is unsurprised by what David said. "You really, you're always ruining your cousin's strategy," she jokingly remarked, rolling her eyes at him. "Let's go, and maybe he's already bored."

He simply laughed and rose to take the books she was holding.

They walked to his Land Rover, which was parked across the street from the main building. He even opened the car door for her before taking the wheel.

"Where will you take me?" she inquired as he sat behind the wheel.

"Surprise, remember," he said quickly, making her smile and shaking her head.

She had dozed off during the trip. She sat up straight and looked out the window. Lucy could no longer see any houses as they drove through a cornfield.

She looked at her wristwatch, which read 4:45 p.m. She was taken aback; they only had half an hour to travel? She knows it's far from town because there's no traffic in the province.

"David, where are we?" she inquired. He doesn't respond and drives on with a blank expression. He remained silent and did not respond to her question. "Are we still far away?" she asked again, but he didn't respond, so she decided to remain silent and gaze out the window.

The car turned after about fifteen minutes. She could already make out a hut. They came to a halt in front of it.

"Here we go," he said finally.

"Is Martin already there? Why doesn't anyone seem to be there?" When they got down, she inquired about David. He refused to budge. She, on the other hand, followed him as he walked towards the hut. He pushed open the door and led her inside.

It's dark inside. There was a knock on the side of the door, followed by a 'click' and the lighting turned on all around her.

The hut's interior is clean and lovely. There are furnishings such as a sofa and a bed. There is also an electric fan and a television. Inside, there is also a kitchen and a bathroom.

"'Hey, David, why is Martin not here? Where is he?"

"He isn't here. We're the only ones here, aren't we?" He said it coldly as he walked closer to her.

"W-what exactly do you mean?" She could no longer control her emotions. She had started to feel nervous. "I-I'm going home," she said as she passed him when he grabbed her arm.

"You can't go home!" he exclaims vehemently. His grip on her tightened. His lips were curved in a playful smile that gave her goosebumps.

"I-I'm going home. I-I don't want this kind of joke!" She tried to keep her voice steady. She was terrified by his actions. He didn't seem like the David she knew. He's like someone else. His evil smile terrified her as well.

"I said you couldn't go home!" he yelled angrily at her, then pushed her so hard on the bed that she was startled. She was gripped by fear. She dropped the books she was holding. She was about to slap her shoulder bag on him when he grabbed it and threw it somewhere.

She tried to get up, but she was stopped when he slammed into her. Because of what he did, she was taken aback.

"What are you talking about, David? I'm heading home!" She screamed in terror as she struggled to get away from him, but David was far too powerful for her.

As he violently destroyed her blouse, she took a deep breath. She attempted to cover her nakedness, but he violently yanked her hand away. David pressed her hands against his knees, immobilizing her.

"Let go of me!" she yelled at him, but no one seemed to hear her. When David destroyed her bra, she sobbed. Her breasts are already on display for him.

"Don't! Please, David, have mercy on me and allow me to return home..." she begged.

"You're so lovely, Lucy," he exclaimed, his eyes glistening with desire. She was enraged at him. Her eyes widened as he lowered his head and took up on the crown of her breast.

She cries out to him, struggling. She pushed him hard after freeing her hand. She jumped to her feet and dashed to the door, but before she could take a single step, he was all over her hair. She sat back down on the bed, and before she could get up, she was slapped across the face.

With the force of the slap, she fell onto the bed.

She was dizzy. She also had a bloody taste on her cracked lip. When he landed on her top, she saw him take off his clothes and pants and was only wearing boxer shorts.

He gives her another hard slap after she punches him. She lost the ability to fight as a result of her strength.

She appeared frail. Her tears were inexcusable.

Please, God, help me...

He grabbed her chin with both hands and faced her.

"Lucy, you're mine! I'm the only one who can claim ownership of you!" he declares emphatically.

Chapter Two

She slapped him when she got the chance, she noticed his face darkening.

He followed her up and quickly turned her to lie down. She is now on all fours on the bed.

One of his hands lifted her skirt, while another squeezed her back, preventing her from rising. In addition, he violently tore her panty.

"Don't! David, please have mercy. Please don't do this to me!" Her sweat and tears were already mingling as she pleaded for him, but he acted as if no one was listening.

His knees separated her thighs and raised her buttocks slightly. As he violently entered her, her eyes widened and she screamed in pain.

"Fuck! You're still intact!" David groaned loudly as if he was in pain and pleasure gripped him.

"Stop! Please, stop... it hurts!" she begs him once more.

But he was deaf to her pleas.

It was as if the pain of her hymen's destruction was tearing her body apart. The thrusts he gives are violent and faster, aggravating her pain.

He snatched her arms and pressed her against the bed. As his lips sucked and bit the back of her neck.

She just sobbed over what had happened. He acted as if he was greedy and indulged in her body, not listening to her pleas.

His thrusts became more ferocious, and he growled. Inside her, she felt the sting of his liquid. She could feel him moving down her back. His head was still buried in her neck. He eventually rolled over.

She forced herself to sit up, despite the fact that every movement made her body hurt more, particularly her lower body. She drew the blanket over her nakedness and squeezed the bed's headboard. She sobbed bitterly as she hugged her knees. She was angry at what he had done to her. She is also angry with herself because she is so frail, she has been unable to protect herself and the dignity she has nurtured and preserved her entire life. But he took it forcibly in an instant.

She felt him get out of bed. He walked over to the window and opened it. The cool night air blew in. Only the chirping of insects could be heard over her sobs. He smoked a cigarette. Before speaking, he inhaled and exhaled.

"I'm going to marry you," he said flatly, his voice devoid of emotion. He did not ask, but simply stated that she was still indebted and that she should be happy.

She finally stopped crying. She gave him a ferocious stare.

He goes insane if he believes she will allow him to do what he wants. She chuckled bitterly. "I'm never going to marry a demon like you!" She yells at him, filled with rage.

His expression darkened. The lump came to a halt. As she returned his gaze, she could see the rage in his eyes. But he was being silly enough to laugh.

"You will marry me against your will, Lucy," he said emphatically.

"Even if you kill me, I will never marry you!" she exclaims angrily. She would rather die than allow what he desires to occur. She can't bear the thought of marrying the person who disrespected her.

David simply smiled. "If you don't want to imprison your dear father, you'll marry me."

She was taken aback by what he said, and she was perplexed as to why her father was affected. "W-what do you mean?" she stuttered as she asked. Coming up to her, his heart almost jumped out of the box.

"Your father stole money from the company," he said flatly.

"That isn't t-true! You're not telling the truth! You lying bastard!" He was truly a devil after doing those horrible things to her. He had the audacity to tell lies to her. Her father was incapable of doing so. He is a decent man. Her father never hurt anyone's feelings. Her father also instilled in her the importance of being fair and honest with others. "Liar!" She despises him for what he did to her, and she despises him even more for the lies he accuses her father of.

"You needed a large sum of money when your grandmother became ill. Where do you think your father got the money to operate on your grandmother?" His question was cold.

Her grandmother was diagnosed with colon cancer and needed surgery. Both she and her father took out loans. Her brother was also forced to take a semester off from school.

"W-We took out a loan."

He burst out laughing, much to her surprise. Fear welled up in her chest as he approached the bed. She squeezed the blanket she was holding in her seat even tighter. But he didn't come near her. He simply picked up his jacket and removed a rolled-up piece of paper from his pocket. He hurled it at her. "Take a look," he suggested.

She reached for the rolled paper he had thrown, her hand trembling.

"That will clearly show that your father embezzled a large sum of money from the company."

She gave them a look. It's from the accounting, papers that release money, which his father actually signed there. Confused, she looked at him standing on the side of the bed.

"Your father's loan was denied. He used the released funds to purchase materials for A&B Builders' new building. There are documents and witnesses to prove that he stole."

He walked around to the other side of the bed and came to a halt opposite her. She tightened her grip on the blanket that wrapped around her body.

"Your father will be imprisoned, and I will see to it," he said softly, but he quickly smiled as she shivered. "However, if you do everything I want, your Dad will never be imprisoned."

When he touched her chin and forced her to look up, she was startled.

She tightly closes her eyes. She loved and admired her father. Whatever his sin is, she will not allow anything bad to happen to him, especially this year's imprisonment.

Chapter Three

Her father was old, and she couldn't bear the thought of him spending the rest of his life in prison.

She raised her eyes to meet the demon in front of her. "I'll do whatever y-you want."

The man's grin broadened. He extinguished the cigarette on the side table before reaching for the button on his pants. He drew her attention away from it. She was taken aback when she heard his pants fall to the floor. When he violently grabbed her hair and forced her to face him, fear gripped her. She settled her gaze on the manhood in front of her. It was long and fat. She trembled with fear at the possibility of reclaiming her. Her delicacy is still painful, and she will be unable to cope if he decides to commit the same atrocity as before.

"Suck it," he ordered.

She looked into his eyes, terrified.

"I know you're sore, so I'm being nice and letting you suck me instead of me fucking your little pussy." His voice was tinged with sarcasm. She couldn't see the person she had trusted and who had been kind to her.

He is now a demon full of worldliness, as she observes.

"Take it, Lucy!" He moaned as it yanked her hair closer to his manhood.

Her hand trembled as she held it and brought it to her mouth gently. Her tears streamed down her cheeks as she felt sorry for herself. Even in her dreams, she never imagined herself in such a situation.

David growled, "Ahh... fuck!" she exclaimed. He burst into her mouth just as she was about to burst into tears. He gripped her hair tighter and plunged until he was out of her mouth.

She tasted his sperm. She tried to flee, but his two hands held her back. She couldn't help but swallow everything that came out, despite her desire to turn her stomach upside down.

When he was done, he let her go but violently touched her face. He bowed so that their eyes met.

"You're MINE, Lucy!" He said, then left her on the bed and went straight to the bathroom.

I hate you!

She wiped her tears away with the blanket.

She wiped hard until she felt heat and pain in her mouth, but she just kept doing what she was doing, as if doing so would erase what he had done from her memory.

Lucy did not know how long she had been staring at her table inside the faculty room when she noticed the ballpen ink stain on her desk. She took a tissue and gently wiped the stain.

But the ink spread even more. Her gentle rubbing of the stain became intense and fast. She was unaware of the pressure to remove the ink from her desk, as well as the tears that had escaped her eyes.

She remembered what had happened on Friday night. David's repeated exploitation of her. She repeated pleading until she was exhausted.

The bloodstain left on the white blanket where she was mercilessly repeatedly exploited and destroyed by the person she trusted. The stains of his violence on her body. Kiss marks, bites and bruises.

She could still feel the pain in her body, the pain in her feminity.

She just forced herself to get up earlier even though she could hardly sleep, because every time she closed her eyes, she could see the indecency she had suffered.

It was late at night when David took her to their house. She is thankful that her grandmother and father are gone. His brother was asleep when she got home. She locked herself in her room for two days to avoid being questioned by her grandmother and father. They don't need to know what happened to her because they will only be hurt.

She could hardly look at the people she met because she felt, when she stared at them they would know what had happened to her.

She didn't want them to know what had happened to her. She didn't want anyone to know what she was going through. She could not bear the embarrassment it would take. After all, David would not talk about what had happened to them.

"Lucy! Hey, Lucy!"

Veron called her. Veron is one of her co-teachers. Her forehead furrowed as she stared at her.

She averted her eyes from Veron immediately.

"Is there a problem, Lucy?" she asked, full of concern. Veron was going to touch her shoulder when she suddenly stood up to evade.

Veron was surprised at what she did. Their other co-teachers inside the faculty room also looked at them. It's their lunch break, so her colleagues are here talking and others are eating.

She felt embarrassed, so she bowed her head. She passed Veron with a worried face.

She went to CR just for teachers. She immediately locked the door. She went to the sink and washed. She closes her eyes to the cold water that touches her face.

When she opened her eyes, she looked in the large mirror. She could not recognize who was in front of her.

The underside of her eyes were black and red. Her lips were very pale with a small cut on the side.

She caressed her face. Is that her? Is she the one she sees in front of the mirror? If so, why does she look miserable? Why does she look like shit? Where is Lucy full of life? Who always has a smile on the lips?

Her tears started to flow. She covered her mouth to stop sobbing. She held one hand tightly to the sink so that it would draw strength and she would not fall. She cried her heart out because of the pity she was feeling for herself.

She's a good person. She knows it. She never hurt anyone's feelings, not even physically. But why did this thing happen to her? Why did she need to experience this thing?

Why did God allow this to happen to her? Why her?