I look at him. My blond hair messy.
"You… uh." I stutter. He stands up and comes before me.
"I what?" he asks looking into my eyes. My heart skips a beat, the man before me is handsome as fuck. I try to find words… to ask why I'm here. But my thoughts fail me. He smirks. "Words… heh. We don't need those," he smiles gently.
"What are you going to do to me?" I manage to whisper. He takes a step back.
"Nothing you don't want me to," he says softly. What is it in his eyes… care? "But…" he continues, "if you want me to untie you, you have to promise to stay with me." I sigh to myself and look away. It's not like I have anywhere or any friends to go back to anyway. The only thing I have is my apartment and… my knife. Where is it? I don't feel it in my pocket. "Looking for something?" the man before me asks. I hesitate and nod. He takes a card out of his pocket and… my knife! He looks at the card and reads it out loud. "Kristian… age 17," he smirks and tosses the card to the floor. "Nah, your name is star now." He steps forward and places his foot on the side of the chair. Next, he slides his finger under my star necklace and pulls it towards him forcing my neck forwards. "My name is Damon," He adds.
"Demon, your now is Demon now," I blurt out. He lets go of my necklace and steps back.
"Heh… I guess it's only fair," he smirks. He steps back towards me and presses my knife to my neck. "Now… will you be mine, or will you not be mine?" he asks. I hesitate and after a while I whisper.
"I… I will be yours." Demon smiles gently.
"Pardon?" He asks, "louder." I shift uncomfortably. Idiot… Firmly, I say
"I will be yours."