Bloody Finger

“Why do we have to go there, and who was the person that died?” I asked him.

He wasn’t someone to burst out with answers immediately, as a weird devil, he liked to keep himself closed.

“Someone you don’t know, but I need you to recognise this person for me…”

“Aryan, am I your servant?”

“No, but we have a contract together, so you must obey me.”

I breathed in and breathed out, slowly turning to him, “like…was it written on the contract that I will be your slave?”

“No, but it was written that you must obey me.”

As we looked at each other, I saw how his eyes twisted weirdly.

His brown eyes had a crimson shine in it, and his forehead was slowly turning red.

“Are you okay?” I asked.

“I am, now get ready…”

He didn’t look okay and was like a minute away from falling apart.

“Aryan…you’re falling!” My eyes widened as he started to fall slowly and dramatically.

He looked like a princess that wanted to be saved. I quickly adjusted my grip as Aryan fell into my arms, his normally composed pose