The Ðemon's Slave (Complete)

chapter 8

Hello beautiful, My birthday and graduation are in less then a month! I am so exited! Have a great day!

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Bliss pov

"Now go into the kitchen and cook it up, one of the three meats, beat it with the metal hammer then cook up so it brown on the outside then add this to it", he gives me a bottle that is dark reddish brown. "What is it?" I ask. He laughs lightheartedly, "you don't want to know, just put it on top of the meat when you are done, oh and put the other meats in the fridge." 

He leaves me standing in front of the kitchen doors. I'm... going to cook... Human meat? I go into the kitchen, it looks normal and very high tech. I look around for the materials I need, I find the plates, cutlery, the hammer, a frying pan, and spatula but I can't find any gloves to handle the meat with. I don't want to touch human meat. 

Maybe this is the torture of the kitchen? I put two of the meats in the fridge, and one on the counter. I just stare at it for a minute, I take a deep breath. I reach out my hand and unwrap the meat. Like in the store it looks like any other piece of meat. I grab the hammer and start hitting the meat gently... I don't think this is what he wanted me to do. 

I give it a harder hit and it starts flattening, I do it till it's a couple of centimeters thick. I think it's ready, so I pick up the sides of the wrapping and put it in the frying pan, then start the heat. This disgusts me, I gag. I take the spatula and turn over the large piece of meat. I let it sizzle and trying not to throw up. 

When it's all brown around I grab a plate and take this a spatula and try to maneuver it on to the plate. It's not easy and I end up having to grab some of it with my hand. Almost immediately gag as soon as it's on the plate I run to the sink and wash my hands. This is the most horrifying thing I could ever imagine doing. 

Once my hands are clean I take the bottle he gave me and open it up. It's not very tight so I have no trouble. I poured on in the thick and gooey liquid that covers the meat. It doesn't smell pleasant, the meat smells like any meat would but I'm sure if I really liked meat that this would smell good to me. 

But it doesn't. Put a generous amount on then I lift the bottle up. I'm very curious what it is but at the same time I'm not daring enough to figure out. It has a scent of copper and something that smells almost like salt if salt had a smell. I don't know what he wants me to do now. So I leave the kitchen with the meat out in the air in the bottle sitting beside it. 

When I look outside of the kitchen I see a little bell that wasn't there before. I instinctively pick it up and ring it and within a minute or two of waiting he appears. I didn't think before doing it but I should have waited and use some of my free time to do something or be alone with myself. The last two days have been exhausting. 

I don't know which room was worse, the sauna room where I died every couple minutes from heat and dehydration or the room where I was dancing with the dead and all my senses were in overload with smells, movement, site, hearing, and so many things that I didn't know affected me. I don't want to go to another torture room. 

"Let's go see how you did," he says leading the way back into the kitchen to look at the human meat. He inspects it, "looks pretty good, for your first time," he pauses for a moment. "Then I guess I should eat... Come with me and bring that," he starts walking back to the door. I gingerly grab the plate and follow after him, he passes a couple doors then enters a long red set of double doors. I push the door open. 

It's a dinner hall, there is a long black table in the middle of the room that probably could fit 30 to 50 people. He is already sitting at the end of the table, I walk over to his seat with the plate... Every step I take makes me feel heavier. Every inch I move I feel a pond is getting added onto my shoulders, by the time I get to him I'm breathing heavy and I am close to falling over. 

I put the plate on the table and wait for him to tell me what's going on or to tell me what to do. "You can go stand in that corner until I say so, if you move an inch you will be punished", I nod but I don't know if I will be able to. I start walking over, it's so hard, and it feels like walking through mud with a large person on my shoulders. 

I don't know how but I manage to get to the corner but the weight has doubled. The effort in trying to stay up is making the room feel hotter, sweat is falling from my face with physical effort to try and stay up. I watch as he very slowly eats his meat as I am trying to not get a punishment. My breath comes out faster and my knees start to shake and I fear they are going to buckle under the pressure. 

I can't fall or I will get punished, I don't want to see what he is capable of... The rooms he created but he isn't doing it himself... He is on his last piece but he takes a moment to look at me. That single moment feels like an eternity, I can't help my knees buckling. I fall to the ground hard, my whole body collapses following the example of my knees, landing on my hands and knees. I hear a regretful sigh, like he regrets something. "Punishment for the soul who can't follow orders..." his voice trails off. Oh god no, I hang my head in defeat.

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