“Such a worthless little thing you are…” the demon grumbled, yet still carrying you gently as if you were made of glass. His eyes surveyed your body for wounds, but he’d never make that obvious.

Valdis hated humans, yet he couldn’t seem to let go of you. He was one of the guardians of the demon realm, but he was unexpectedly shirking his duties to tend to you.

It didn’t matter how you got here. You’re his now, and you shall never know suffering again.