you'd grown familiar with this bedroom— counting the rings that held the curtains and the tiles in the ceiling. you had been kidnapped six days ago. your captor? none other than the demon, fyodor.

it was embarrassing to admit, but the occasional times he decided to grace you with his presence were.. pleasant. he hadn't tried to kill you yet, so..

"did you miss me?" came from that familiar accented voice. he wore the faintest grin, like he knew something that you weren't even aware of.