Almost tripping over my feet, I follow Demon to a metal door in the far corner of the room. I didn't realise this was here. Demon opens the door. The door leads to a dark stairway with graffiti sprayed on the walls all the way along. Demon starts to ascend up the stairs and I follow him carefully. "We were just in the room I use to torture people or where I take people once I kidnap them. This stairway leads to my apartment," Demon says without looking at me. I nod, not wanting to use my voice right now. We come to another door at the top of the stairs. Demon unlocks it. But without opening it yet he says, "Every door and window in this apartment is locked, so don't even think about escaping." I nod and Demon opens the door. We step out into a modern lounge room with the kitchen to the left. Demon locks the door behind us and leads me to a hallway with two doors leading of from it. Demon gestures to the right door. "This is your room, you can decorate it however you want. There is online shopping on the computer-I have put restrictions on what you can access on that computer," Demon says carefully, "there is also bank account details in the notebook next to the computer on the desk. For what you need." Demon opens the door of the room. It is empty with just a bed and I desk. I smile.
"Ah, thankyou Demon," I say. Demon shakes his head and gestures back behind us, to the door across from my room.
"That's the bathroom," Demon says, then he gestures to the door to the left of the door leading to my room, "my room." Demon leaves and goes into the lounge room. He sits on the couch, slumped back with his arms crossed. I follow slowly.
"Um… Demon?" I say quietly. Demon turns around to look at me standing in the hallways.
"Yes, Star?"
"What… what do I do now?" I ask nervously. Demon looks puzzled.
"Whatever, go have a shower or something, I'll make dinner," Demon turns back around, his feet resting on the coffee table in the middle of the lounge room. Relieved he wont make me converse with him for longed I turn around and head back to door he said was my room. I open the door and enter, shakily. He… gave me my own room? I explore the room, opening the wardrobe, a baggy white t-shirt and short black shorts hang there. Ah? I take them off their hangers. He must have left them there for me… I eye the baggy short shorts suspiciously. A little… revealing? I close the wardrobe mirror sliding doors. I see myself in the mirror, my blond hair is a mess. I find a towel on my bed. Strange? I pick up the black towel and head to the bathroom for my shower. Dreading it.