𝙙𝙤𝙡𝙖𝙣 𝙩𝙬𝙞𝙣 𝙞𝙢𝙖𝙜𝙞𝙣𝙚𝙨

confined - e.d

Warnings: Talks of religion, swearing, smut, possibly angst (?), probably no fluff but if there is it'll be in a minimal amount.
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It was a bright, sunny day without a cloud in the sky as Y/N departed from the church that faithful Sunday morning. She was walking with her parents towards their car when her kind mother turned around and gave her daughter a polite smile. "Y/N, sweetheart, would you mind going to the grocery store to fetch a carton of milk? We're almost running out."
Y/N nodded and turned around on her heels, not before bidding her parents a "see you later" as went on her merry way to the convenience store. It was a short walk anyway, and she made it there safely in no time. As she carried the carton of milk, she passed by the newspapers and one of the articles caught her eye. She stopped in her tracks and pulled out the paper, everybody else in the store minding their own business as she read on.
MULTIPLE YOUNG GIRLS MYSTERIOUSLY DISAPPEARED IN NEARBY TOWNS
Many reports are coming in from local witnesses and family members of victims that a numerous of young ladies, mostly between the ages of sixteen to twenty years old, have gone missing without a trace of possible whereabouts. Authorities are warning parents to keep a close eye on their children, especially their daughters as they are the targeted individuals of this unusual occurrence.
However, the strangest part of these disappearances is the one factor that ties them all together: they have all been reported to have gone missing on Sunday. Police are currently investigating the situation and are even considering sending out search parties in the area.
Y/N just couldn't read on anymore, her body trembling in fear. Were her parents aware of this? If so, why would they send her out all alone knowing that girls her age are going missing? Y/N sighed and walked up to the counter, the clerk giving her a wary look as he scanned the milk.
"Please be careful on your way home, darlin'," the old man advised as he gave her the change. "Many youthful ladies like yourself are vanishing into thin air."
Well, that certainly didn't help her anxiety at all. Nodding her head in assurance, Y/N departed from the store and began making her way back home. She tried to not let her mind linger on the disappearances but she also made sure to not be too naïve about her surroundings. As she walked past her church, she couldn't help but hear a soft meow from behind her. Turning around, she gasped at the sight of a cat stuck in a tree, its paws holding onto the branch for dear life. She quickly set the bag containing the milk down on the ground and reached upwards, standing on her tiptoes to get to the frightened cat.
"It's okay, I won't hurt you," Y/N cooed, her hands grazing the soft black fur of the cat.
The cat blinked at Y/N, the pupils in its eyes suddenly turning into slits as it let out an ominous growl. Y/N yelped and stood back, her eyes widening in horror at the sight of the black cat transforming... into something that couldn't possibly be human. The "cat" began to growl along with its legs, head, and claws; it began to take the form of what looked like a man - an oddly beautiful man. Y/N gazed at his fair skin and brown-ruffled hair with the attractive stubble growing on his face. His eyes were a light brown and he stood tall and lean, his shirtless chest displaying his built chest. The man took an approach towards Y/N, who wanted nothing more than to run away but she was frozen to the ground with shock.
Finally, she sputtered out, "W-Who are you?"
The man smiled, but the smile was rather creepy-looking rather than comforting. His deep and dark voice hummed, "Your worse nightmare, Angel."
With that, he suddenly snatched Y/N's wrist and dragged her towards the nearby woods behind the church, and she began to scream. The man didn't bother to stop her screams of terror, in fact, in looked as though he enjoyed it. Her efforts in trying to flee his grip failed as he was much stronger than her. Tears began to leave her eyes as they walked further into the woods and she cried out, "Where are you taking me?"
The man suddenly stopped and slowly turned, and Y/N nearly fainted at the sight of his eyes turning completely black. His large and rough hands grabbed her by her throat and he hissed in her face, "To Hell, Angel."
A large, circular portal of some sort formed into the ground and the man pushed her into it, causing her to let out a loud shriek. He jumped in after her, and the portal behind them closed tightly, shielding them away from the mortal realm. At this point, Y/N completely blacked out as she fell for what felt like an eternity. She only woke up when she finally hit the ground, which strangely didn't hurt. Standing up slowly, she looked around and felt like she was trapped in an enclosed, dark cave with one lit torch as her only source of light. Feeling cold, the poor girl looked down and realized that she was completely naked.
Where had my clothes gone? I do not remember taking them off.
Her bare and shivering body was covered in dirt and dust from the ground she had landed on. Leaning against the rough wall she began to cry, feeling lonely and absolutely vulnerable. Y/N closed her eyes and began to pray to God, her only savior at this point. But as quickly as she started to do that, she heard a dark and scary voice.
"Don't you fucking dare." The man who kidnapped her earlier had reappeared with an angry look on his face, his once soulless black eyes back to color she first saw them. He sneered as he grabbed her hand, pulling her close to his tall body. He growled into her ear, "Don't you dare even think of the Lord's name when you're in my prison."
"P-Prison?" Y/N stuttered in a shaky voice, her throat going dry.
"Yes, Angel," the man smirked, his hand brushing her filthy and knotted hair out of her soiled face. "You'll be my prisoner for all of eternity, mine."
"W-Why?"
"Because I'm a demon, and this is Hell. I'm pure fucking evil, and you're just pure," the terrifyingly gorgeous man shrugged nonchalantly, then gripped her waist a little tighter. "Plus you're the most beautiful soul my eyes have ever laid upon, even when it looks like you're covered in shit."
Y/N cleared her throat, almost sounding confident despite still being frightened. "If I'm going to stay here forever, what do I call you?"
"Well, here they usually call me an asshole because of how annoying I am down here," he snickered, then whispered coolly, "but you can call me Ethan, Angel."
Suddenly, like magic, an opening appeared in the cave and Ethan pushed her towards it. She felt his stare burning through her as she walked down a long, narrow path in the darkness, which soon led to a large wooden door. It soon opened and Ethan grabbed her hand; she shivered in fear at the sight of other demons who casually passed them by. Y/N recognized a few other girls who age also being dragged by demons of their own, most looking as scared as she was, some looking pleased.
A demon who looked an awfully lot like Ethan stopped in front of them with his arm wrapped around a girl, who looked like she was living in a pleasant daydream. The demon rolled his eyes at Ethan and spoke, "So I see you're finally back from your Choosing?"
"Fuck off, Grayson, this one was hard to get to," barked Ethan in response to his look-a-like.
Grayson's eyes fell to Y/N, and he scrunched his nose up in disgust. "Ew, dude, she looks gross."
"She just fell from the fucking portal, Gray, leave her be," Ethan scoffed, pulling his prisoner towards him. "Don't you have somebody else to aggravate?"
The girl who was with Grayson approached Y/N with a kind smile and cooed in her ear, "Don't you worry, sweetheart, you'll get used to it down here. You'll learn to love your Master and enjoy being in Hell."
Y/N's eyes widened and Ethan continued dragging her along, finally approaching one last metal door with his name engraved in front of it. He pulled out a black key from his pants and unlocked it, pushing his prisoner inside and closing the door shut behind him. The room looked almost human-like, but the walls were painted black and the large mattress in the middle was covered in red silk sheets. There was another door that Ethan had led her too, and in it was what appeared to be a bathroom.
"Come on, Angel," Ethan spoke softly in her ear, surprising her. "Let me bathe you"
She nodded her head and stepped inside the large metal bathtub. She sighed in relief at the feeling of warm water touching her fragile skin. Ethan took out a sponge and began washing away the dirt off her body and face in such a gentle motion Y/N almost forgot he was a demon. He started washing his hair as he spoke in a bitter tone, "I burned your dirty church clothes while you were unconscious. You'll never go back to that place ever again."
Y/N gulped but didn't say anything, fearing that her response would get her into trouble. Fortunately for her, Ethan continued speaking, "There is no way to escape from me, Angel, and if you even try you'll be severely punished. You'll stay in my quarters at all times unless I tell you otherwise, which will be rare. You see, most demons typically share their prisoners with each other, but I refuse. I don't like sharing - you are mine and mine only."
How romantic, Y/N wanted to roll her eyes. She desperately longed to be home with her mother and father - who were probably worried sick about her. She felt sick at the thought of becoming one of those missing girls on the front page of the newspaper; little do they know that there was no way of saving her unless they discover a way to get to Hell.
Finally finished with her bath, Ethan helped her stand up. He then pulled out a black silk robe and handed it to her with a smirk, "As much as I would love to watch you walk around naked for all of eternity, I know that you probably want to be covered."
She murmured out a "thank you" before accepted the robe and covered her shaky body. He led her back into the main room and urged her to lay on the bed, and if she weren't so afraid of him she would have refused. She quickly laid down and rested her head upon the soft pillow, not realizing that she was so exhausted until she let out a yawn.
"Sleep, Angel," chuckled Ethan, who laid beside her and wrapped his strong over her waist. "You need day."
The next time Y/N woke up - well, there was no telling what time it was in Hell - Ethan was gone. She sat up in bed and her eyes brightened at the sight of a bookcase in front of her. She walked over to it and began looking at her options; she presumed that this would only be her form of entertainment. She found a black leather book at the bottom shelf that had been hidden between two large books, almost as if it was meant to be hidden. There wasn't a title written on the cover so she flipped it open to see handwriting scrawled across the lined pages. It was a journal. She couldn't help but read the first entry, even though she was invading someone's privacy.
Her name is Y/N Y/L/N.
That's what the folks on Newbury Street named their baby girl, the purest and most delicate soul I have ever seen. Her parents seemed off though - almost as if they weren't thrilled to have a baby girl. I even heard Mr. Y/L/N yelling at his wife for giving birth to a daughter rather than a son, and his vile words filled me with so much anger that I just wanted to snatch their little Angel out of her arms and keep her as my own.
Not yet, though. Some day.
- Ethan
Y/N gasped and checked the date of the entry, it had been written on her birthday. Ethan was writing about her, and it appeared as though he had been watching her for her entire life. She flipped to the middle of the journal to read another entry that was dated on her sixteenth birthday.
Y/N just turned sixteen today. Typically Lucifer gives demons permission to steal their Chosen Ones when they turn sixteen-years-old, but I'm not going to take her just yet. It would feel wrong to do so. I want her to soak up as much purity she could before I take her.
Her parents piss me the fuck off. When she left the house to go to school, they complained about having to celebrate their unwanted daughter's birthday. I so badly want to kill them both, but I must control myself. They shouldn't have to worry about a thing because in a few years Y/N will be mine.
- Ethan
Tears flooded her eyes as she kept reading, her head spinning with thoughts. She flipped to the end of the journal to see what his last entry detailed.
Tomorrow is the day I take Y/N from the mortal world and away from her awful parents. I can see into the future; her parents will send her off to get milk after church, knowing damn well there's a "lunatic" on the loose kidnapping girls in hopes that their daughter would become one of the victims. Once they receive a report that she is, in fact, missing, they would celebrate in their empty home and open the champagne while making plans to adopt the son of their dreams.
But those fuckers won't get the chance, because I'll sneak out of Hell and slash both of their throats before they could pretend to be sad for the public eye for their lost Y/N, and gain sympathy from their church friends. They don't deserve everlasting happiness; Y/N does. I can make her happy for all of eternity. And I will.
Even though I fucking scare her.
- Ethan
The sound of the metal door slamming caused Y/N to drop the journal to the floor in fear. An infuriated Ethan sped over to her and grabbed her by the arm, roughly spinning her around to face him. His eyes were black and soulless again and she whimpered in terror. He sighed and let her go, bending down to pick up his possession. When he stood back up his eyes were back to normal, relieving her a little.
"Such a bad Angel, reading her Master's thoughts without permission," he scowled, tucking the book back into its right place in the shelf. "You deserve a punishment."
He grabbed her wrist and sat down on his bed, laying her over his lap with her ass up in the air. He untied her robe and threw it to the floor, then caressed the curve of her ass with one hand. "You're going to count your spankings until I feel like..."
Y/N took a leap of faith and asked, "Until you forgive me?"
He laughed loudly, "No. Nobody's ever forgiven down here."
She yelped in pain as his hand smacked down upon her delicate skin; the pain was stinging, but as she counted on, she shamelessly found herself enjoying this punishment. It was a mixture of pain and pleasure she's never felt before. She wanted him to keep going but they eventually stopped at one hundred. Y/N sat up and Ethan pulled her to his chest, resting his forehead against hers.
"You enjoyed that, didn't you Angel?" he hummed in amusement, his breath tickling her below her ear. "You're so fucking naughty."
He pressed his lips against hers in a needy fashion, stealing her first kiss proudly. Y/N didn't mind - she wasn't thinking about the sin of Lust that her mother always warned her about. She wasn't thinking about God or her teachings at church as it didn't matter anymore. She's been a good girl her entire life and she still ended up in Hell, no redemption necessary. All she could think about was Ethan and how she was starting to not mind the fact that she was confined to him for eternity - that's how powerful his kiss was.
Ethan rolled their bodies around on the bed so that he was on top of her, his dominance getting the best of him. His lips fell off of hers and trailed down all over her body, leaving extremely dark hickeys all over to proclaim her as his over and over again. He wanted to fuck her in the roughest way possible, but he knew that she's a virgin and he wanted to be careful with her. It was quite funny, a demon being so gentle with a mortal soul.
But once he was finished with her, she'll no longer be considered mortal. However, there was no doubt that her soul is everlasting. Not even Lucifer could corrupt it.
He placed her hands on her knees and spread her legs apart, resting his head in between her thighs comfortingly. Her eyes widened at the feeling of his tongue moving against her wet core, a feeling she's never felt before overwhelming her senses. Her body began urging her to releases and she gasped once she came, moaning loudly into the void of the dungeon.
Lifting his head away from its previous spot, Ethan began unbuckling the belt of the dark pants he always wore, revealing his tattooed legs. Y/N admired his beauty in awe - he looked more like an angel than a demon. He crawled back on top of her so that their bare chests were pressed against each other.
"I know you don't love me as much as I love you, but let me show you the love you didn't know you were missing your whole life," he whispered and she nodded her head encouragingly.
"I think, if I continue my eternity here, I could learn to love you," she admits, her stomach doing flips at the feeling of the tip of his cock nearly pressing itself in her entrance.
He slowly pushed himself fully in her and the pain was nearly unbearable, but for some reason she didn't want him to stop. She allowed him to keep going as the pain soon washed away with the same pleasure she had felt previously, if not more. He lowered his head and kissed her again; this wasn't supposed to happen. A demon shouldn't have fallen in love with a mortal. But here he is.
Seeing the girl's life ahead of her was a curse and a blessing. Because right now, as he saw into her future, he saw her figuring out a way to escape Hell and him, and he'd let her, not bothering to chase after her. He loves her too much to confine her to a place she simply didn't want to be a part of. He'll have to let her go and continue watching her from afar as he has done for the past nineteen years, what's a few seventy more?
But who knows. Maybe he has actually corrupted her and that one day she'd fall back into his arms.
Till then, she's in his dreams and nightmares.