Chapter 13 / 18
Written by Jessi Maxwell - send C&C to Megami_no_Remon@hotmail.com
Wufei blinked blearily, his eyes unfocused. His head was throbbing, and he didn't remember anything after he had left the safehouse. // This is a wicked hangover...my god... // he thought, rubbing the back of his neck. He began to be alarmed when he felt the bump on the back of his head. // Hangovers don't give you bumps...what... //
Imati laughed softly, and Wufei forced open his eyes. He took in the view of the demon, now dressed only in his extremely loose leather pants and his crimson leather armbands. Wufei looked at him, then gasped as he took in his surroundings. The walls were covered with weaponry. Whips, chains, knives, swords, and the like covered the walls, floor to ceiling. Devices which Wufei had never seen before also graced said walls. He found he was lying on a nice waterbed...next to a torture rack. He jumped to his feet and nearly fainted from the aftereffects of too much alcohol. "What the fuck?!" Wufei asked, surprised and horrified.
Imati smiled. "Ah, my little chamber...it isn't much. This is where I take all my pets." Wufei's eyes narrowed.
"I'm not your damned pet."
Imati grinned. "I beg to differ. You can't even come close to escaping this place. And I have a...thing...for blood...and my pets..." Imati sighed, eyes looking dreamy.
"You're a sick bastard!" Wufei choked, still horrified. When Imati's wings spread out, he gasped and staggered backwards.
"I'm supposed to be, my dear mortal chylde. I'm a demon. Duo Maxwell told you no lies the day you met on the street after seeing my illusion of your wife."
"Damn you." Wufei gasped. Imati just laughed.
"I'm already damned, mortal chylde. I'm a demon."
Imati's eyes lit up when he pulled his favorite whip from the wall, a beautiful crimson and black leather whip that split into many smaller strips on the end, each tipped with a small metal spike. Imati smiled sweetly at Wufei.
"Time to break you in, mortal chylde."