I was seeing her a whole month later. Month of hunt has led me to her. My chosen one. My woman. She thought she could run. But in my world there is no escape. I would let the burn if it meant she was the last person left for me in it. And I would be damned to let her escape this time. I am the devil. And she is my salvation. In my own twisted, fucked up way. I stalk towards her as she backs away. She may not have a choice at how her life turned out, but she chose me. And I'm going to spend the rest of my life reminding her that no other man could ever come close to what she needs. Even if that means I have to keep her tied to my bed twenty-four seven. "What made you think you can run away, love?" I murmured. My tone was silk wrapping poison. Hearing her silently praying.

"There is no God here, sweetheart. Make no mistake, you will kneel for me, but the things I have planned for you are anything but Holy. the things I'm going to do to you will make you beg the devil himself to come and take you away from me."

I got closer until her scent was all I knew. Before leaning closer to her neck feeling her tremble. Making me want to soothe the fear. And relish in it at the same time. "Sins in our world aren't forgiven, no matter how much time you spend on your knees. This is your hell now, love, and your life sentence starts today."