He wasn't going to give up what didn't belong to him, the human girl realized. She brushed the palm of her hand over her eyes to get rid of the stinging makeup. Her lip quivered slightly, and she hugged her body tight. The demon looked pleased about the terrible infliction he had placed on her, it was sickening.<span style="font-style: italic">I won't be able to go home, or see anyone ever again...</span><br/><br/>She glanced up when he spoke again, her eyes still glinting with fear and sadness.<span style="font-style: italic">"Either you come and join me in here, or there are spare blankets in that chest over in yonder corner, and plenty good floor space! </span>Her tear- and makeup-stained cheeks took on a tint of red, and she shook her head, embarrassed of the very thought.<br/><br/>It only took her a minute to compose herself enough to wander around the bed where her new, nude master lay and take some blankets from the chest. Her fingers felt clumsy as she spread a comforter in the corner that was farthest away from Naeth, for the sake of her sanity. Sleeping in the same room as a male was bad enough, a male that was also a demon that had just stolen the last thing connecting her to her life before she was taken was on an entirely different scale of horrors for her to withstand. Keeping her mouth shut to stop the sobs from escaping her throat and disturbing her master any further. Who knew what he would try to do if she disturbed his sleep! Curling up inside another blanket, she allowed her silent whimpers to lull her into a land she knew well of. The world where she could escape the hell Naeth had dumped her in.<br/><br/>But it was not so. Her world of dreams had become the home to nightmares, and there was nothing she could do about it as she nestled into the cloth. She felt like she was looking in on a memory. The day of her birth, to be precise. Her mother lay on the bed, her golden hair slicked back with sweat and a smile on her face as she peered down at the child she had just brought into the world. The father stood beside them, and asked, "What will you name her?" A dark shadow seemed to cover the weary woman's face, and she suddenly gave the infant in her arms a pointed look. She turned her head to face her husband, and said in a voice not too kind "Why name this little heathen? She will betray her family in years to come and will be gone from our lives eventually. She will be sent to the demons, so they can contend with her. She may as well be their kin."<br/><br/>In the real world, tears continued to shimmer on the girl's cheeks as she stayed in that horrible world in her head until the sun rose.