ᴋɪɴɢ ʀᴀꜰᴀᴇʟ: ᴄᴏᴍᴘʟᴇᴛᴇ ✓

⭒17⭒

The demons of mine
Smirk at me
Every time I take a step forward towards you, as if I am ascending towards my own catastrophe.
{Pranjal}
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I looked at the demon, his tall frame towering over my room. It was a modest size, perfect for myself. Not a godzilla like the demon. His black expensive suit contrasted heavily against the cream setting of my room.

Thank God my undergarments were tucked away in the drawers. I stood there, wondering about my life and what has happened in the last month.

The demon looked at me expectantly, and then I suddenly remembered what he was here for. He turned around towards the pictures hung up on the wall of me and my family back home and the new ones I took recently on my birthday.

Anxiety washed over me in grey clouds as I realised the demon would potentially have new victims. By new victims I meant my family in the UK.

I walked over to my mattress, as a smokey smell erupted into my nose. Did I burn something unknowingly? Was someone awake downstairs? Was my candle on?

I turned to the demon, my gaze going to his right hand. He held a cigarette in between his fingers, occasionally smoking out of the death stick. I held my hand in front of my mouth, trying to hold in my gag reflexes.

I rushed to the window and calmed down when the breeze attacked my face. I would take cold wind any day over cigarette smoke.

The demon glanced my way briefly, holding my gaze for the remaining time it took him to take a drag at the cigarette. His eyes never leaving mine. I shuddered from the aftermath of his sinister gaze. Definitely not the cold.

It felt as if time seemed to freeze.

Why are you prolonging this Laila? Just hurry and give him the file and hell be on his way. My brain chastised.

Pushing the mattress up I take out the red file holding it infront of me and wondering what is so special about this. Looks like I'll never know.

The demon began pacing around, his one step covering at least half the rooms length. Behind him a trail of cigarette toxic mingled with the air. He looked like he had all the time in the world, unlike what he said In the park.

Not once did he say anything and neither did his face give away the thoughts in his head. They say how the eyes were a window to your soul. Well the demon i'm sure had no soul. His eyes gave nothing away, as if he'd pulled a blind down his eyes, covering all emotions. Well that was if he had any in the first place.

"Here's the file" I said shortly breaking the silence.

The demon took his sweet time taking a deep drag of the cigarette. I watched on as the smoke danced around his face, giving him a much more rigged and sinister look. I patiently waited at the side of him, stood next to the window whilst he was away in nightmare land.

Suddenly his eyes met mine. Did he hear my thoughts? I immediately stood up from my slouched position, feeling alarmed. He walked forward, stopping right infront of me. I could no longer keep the eye contact and looked down at my hands in front of me tightly holding the file.

My vision fogged up as the smoke entered my lungs, rendering me in a coughing fit. Just when I was able to breath again the demon found it amusing, judging by the smirk on his lips, and exhaled the cigarette one more time in my face.

I closed my eyes tightly and didn't breath, fanning the smoke away from my face with my hands. It wasn't helping the demon was in such close proximity.