Demon shifts behind me and presses my knife to the front of my neck once more. "Mmm?" I ask wondering what he is doing. He moves the knife only lightly across my neck. "Ah," I gasp gently. Demon takes the knife away and cuts the duct tape holding my wrists and legs from the chair. I don't stand up yet holding my sore wrists. Demon walks to the other side of the room, putting my knife on the floor. I stand up eager to get my knife back. Demon walks back over to the chair I had been stuck to and grabs my wrist as he walks past me to stop me from walking over to my knife. "But…" I protest. Demon sits down on the chair and takes me onto his lap, so I am straddling him.
"You will get your knife back soon," Demon says calmly. I frown.
"Boring," I say frustrated. Demon's expression changes to worry, he still has his hand on my wrist. I realise why he is worried, and I take my wrist away. Demon moves his hands to my waist and watches me gently.
"Star… you cut yourself?" He asks carefully. I advert my eyes from his.
"It's none of your business," I say harshly crossing my arms. Demon uncrosses my arm and puts my arms around his shoulders
"Okay… just know I'm here for you," Demon replies moving his hands back to my waist.
"Why did u kidnap me handsome?" I ask firmly staring into his mostly hidden eyes for an answer. I discover his eyes are silver. Demon smirks.
"So, you think I'm handsome?" Demon asks. Flustered I say,
"What!? No, answer my question." Demon looks away avoiding the question. I notice his behaviour and I get worried. "Demon?" Demon stands up off the chair pushing me gently off him.
"I'll take you to my apartment for the night," he says firmly moving away.