14. My greatest and darkest demon

Leah Falco's POV

I focus my attention on the plane window and stay rigid in my seat to avoid the urge to look at him. He hasn't told me where he's taking me and it's easy for me to admit that I have some fear mixed with anxiety.

Devil is such an unpredictable man that even I, who walk through life without caring about anything, sometimes fear the direction things can take depending on the destiny he chooses for me. I am his prisoner, he is my executioner and I am forced to follow him like a fucking puppet.

'That's about to change though,' I mused with a malevolent voice in my head, which I have no idea where it came from, but I've clung to tooth and nail. If I want to survive this captivity, I need to start playing with the same weapons as the American.

Last times at his side have been nothing more than a roller coaster of emotions and primitive reactions.

I still remember how he got on with that man who helped me at the club. Six hours have passed since then and his attitude stil