Sarah knew at the very moment when he placed his hand on her shoulder, her life was over and her mind went blank. She let him guide her back to the soft, plush chair, because she had no more strength to give. She was so close to her freedom. She damned herself for getting cocky and hanging around this demon too long. She tucks her knees up to her chin, wrapping the smelly cloak around herself, hoping for a second, just one second that she could hide. All she wants to do is cry, but she can't cry, not in front someone, anyone. Allowing herself to show weakness. NEVER! She thought, her head vibrating with the word.
"Never, what, Sarah?" Lord Asmodeus inquires with a gentle smile, well as gently as he could look in his demon form. Her head snaps up and he could see her eyes were a little red and becoming puffy. "What's wrong?" She shook her head, placing it back onto her knees. "Zuel, can you bring one of my cloaks? The one she is wearing smells, she doesn't need to have that."
"Yes, my lord." Zuel bows. Moments later, he returns holding an elegant fur lined cloak. Brightly colored with golds, reds and hint of green.
"Sarah, please stand?" Lord Asmodeus asks. She raises her eyes to his. The overwhelming sadness that lies within her soul, even saddens Lord Asmodeus' heart. She hesitates for a few seconds, but ultimately does as she is told. Her head hangs low, dropping the other cloak to the floor at her feet. This is the first time Lord Asmodeus had seen her body. The golden silk garments laced with green jewels accented her frame very nicely. The way her ivory skin almost glowed, her womanly curves. Her breasts not overwhelming her frame. Her tight ass leading down long shapely thighs and caves. He smirks with delight at what he sees in front of him.
The longer he stares at her, the more she becomes nervous. She didn't know what to do with her hands. First placing them over her stomach and then at her sides, back to cover her mid-drift. The whole time not making eye contact with him. She had been here before, she knew what this felt like. She had spent ten years with a man to treated her in the same way.
With a quick flick of his wrists, he places the warmer cloak around her shoulders, fastening it at the collar. The lightly tan and gray fur looks even more beautiful next to her alabaster skin. She instantly gathers it up around her and places herself back onto the chair, in the same position as before. Her mind drawing a blank once again.
"Zuel, I wish to send her on ahead of us. Have one of the succubus slaves care for her. She needs to bathe and suspect that she may even be hungry. Who knows how long those brutes had her caged."
"Through the gate then?" Zuel asks.
"Yes, she'll need the charm. Please get one."
"Yes, my lord." he bows, leaving the two of them.
Sarah gathers the tuft of fur around her neck, pulling it in closer to her nose. A manly musky scent sweeps over her senses. It is pleasant and calming. If only for a brief moment, she felt safe. She knew this scent, it was the same when he carried her to this tent.
"Here you are, my lord." Zuel announces, handing him a small wooden box with leaflets carved on every panel.
"Sarah." Lord Asmodeus calls out her name softly, waiting for her response, "Sarah."
Sheepishly she finally turns her glazed eyes to his. "Yes," she whisper.
"May I have your right ankle?" he motions for her foot. Without even thinking, she pushes it out towards him. Her whole body numb and on automatic response, but she did not look at him anymore. Kneeling on one knee, he places her foot steady on his other. She can feel radiating heat coming from his thigh on her bare foot. A wooden pop and the top of the tiny box is opened. A delicate golden chain with little charm designs dangling from its links. He gently picks up the fragile jewelery in his hand. It seems to come alive, driving points into his thick skin. It tries two more times before it can draw blood. Thirsty, it sucks the small offering into it, giving it a faint greenish glow.
Having a mind of its own, it shoots from his hand to Sarah's ankle. Like a snake, it wraps itself around, driving sharp points into her skin, sucking in her blood, causing her to flinch from the sudden needle penetrating her flesh. The tears she so desperately tried to hold back, began to flow. She shoves her face deeper into the fur, hiding her emotions.
Lord Asmodeus starts having the overwhelming need to comfort her. He reaches out to pat her head, sending some of his power through his hand. If she feels some lust, she won't feel the sadness, he thought. He never has the chance to touch her, inches way from her a shock of electricity stabs him in his palm. Quiet painful, her jerks back, taking a look at it. A streak of burnt flesh in the shape of a lightning bolt. He cannot believe what he is seeing. He tries one more time to touch her and again another much stronger shock hits him.
"What was that, my lord?" Zuel chocks out in surprise, suddenly standing at the ready to attack, to protect his master. "My lord, I must insist that I put her with the other slaves! She belongs in a cage, not in your tent or your castle!" Lord Asmodeus puts his hand out, telling his servant to stand down as he continues to look over the young woman sitting silently in his chair.
"Sarah, Sarah?" his voice booms into her head.
"Yes!" she answers meekly with confusion written on her face, "What is it? Is something wrong?"
"No, my dear, I wanted you get ready to leave. I am taking you to my castle." he smiles, standing back up. He towers over her by at least five more feet than her meager five foot nine frame, making her feel really small, like a bug he could squash at any moment. "No, I will not harm you. Please follow Zuel. You'll will go on ahead. I have a servant waiting to attend you when you arrive. What ever you wish, please ask and she will get it for you."
"Okay," she says, leaving the comfort of the chair.
"But, my lord!" Zuel protests.
"Do as I command, Zuel!" he roars. Without hesitation Zuel bows, leading Sarah from the tent. His manor calms, "Sarah, please cover your head. Humans aren't allowed to walk around without chains here." She nods and does as he asks, hiding her features under the hood of the cloak.
******
The market still bustles with chatter and cheer. The sun begins to set behind the mountains of the valley. Creatures stumble around drunk and high unnatural goods. Some were even having sex in the middle of the walkway. Sarah didn't pay much mind. She follows close behind Zuel. Which is hard. His stride long. She has run just to keep up. He suddenly stops causing her once again to smack into his rough skin. He shoots her a glare, making her step back and drop her head so she wouldn't look him in the eye.
A marvelous silver archway with what looks like water in its center. The liquid seems to sluggishly move. Tiny ripples of silver and blue, mixing with white. Sarah's eyes widen with amazement.
"What is that?" she asks in no more than a whisper.
"That is the gate. The gate will take us to Lord Asmodeus' castle." Zuel begrudgingly answers.
"Will it hurt?"
