Bound To The Devil

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Luca didn’t know how long it had been since Damien left him.

Time had lost all meaning.

His throat was parched, lips cracked and dry. Hunger gnawed at his insides, a dull ache that twisted and coiled, but the thirst was worse. It made his head spin, made his thoughts blur, reduced him to a shivering, desperate mess.

And the cuffs. The damn cuffs.

Silver and unyielding, they kept his arms pinned above his head, muscles aching from the strain. He’d struggled at first—yanked, pulled, twisted—until his wrists were raw and bleeding. Now, he barely had the strength to tug at them.

The room was cold, the silk sheets beneath him a cruel contrast to his own feverish skin.

He was losing his mind.

And Damien knew it.

The door would open sometimes, but it was never Damien. Just silent, suited men who would come in, look at him, and leave without a word. No food. No water. No release.

It was a game.

A slow, methodical breaking.

And Luca was beginning to crack.

He closed his eyes, squeezing them shut against the hot sting of tears. He couldn’t cry. Not now. Not here.

He wouldn’t give Damien the satisfaction.

But it was hard—so damn hard—when his body was betraying him like this. When his mind was fraying at the edges, unraveling under the strain of constant, unending helplessness.

And then—finally—the door opened.

Luca’s eyes snapped open, his body tensing instinctively.

Damien stepped in, his presence filling the room like a shadow, heavy and suffocating.

He was immaculate, as always—black suit perfectly tailored, gold rings glinting on his fingers, black leather gloves pristine. His cold blue eyes swept over Luca, taking in his disheveled state, the tremors in his limbs, the wildness in his eyes.

Damien’s lips curled into a slow, satisfied smirk.

“You look awful, sweetheart.”

Luca swallowed, his throat so dry it hurt. “P-please…”

The word slipped out before he could stop it, and he hated himself for it.

Damien’s smirk widened. “Please what?”

Luca squeezed his eyes shut, humiliation burning through him. “Water. Just…please.”

Damien hummed, a thoughtful sound, as if considering his request. “You disobeyed me.”

Luca’s heart sank.

“And disobedience has consequences.”

Luca trembled, every muscle tense with desperation. “I’m sorry.”

“Are you?” Damien moved closer, his footsteps slow and deliberate, each one a reminder of his power.

Luca flinched as Damien sat on the edge of the bed, the mattress dipping under his weight. Damien reached out, gloved fingers tracing the line of Luca’s jaw, tipping his head back.

“I don’t think you are,” Damien murmured, his gaze intense, piercing. “But you will be.”

Luca’s breath hitched, tears burning at the edges of his vision. “What do you want from me?”