Heaven In Hell

It lasted the hell for up to two hours. Delilah was glued to the floor where she was crouching down. In front of her was a room that James called The RedRoom. It turned out that a place to James tortured his sex partner.

Delilah had never seen a human-like James before. James charming fooled everyone. He was handsome like an angel but heartless. He is the white-winged Lucifer. If there is a parable of the Guardian Angel of Hell, then James is the right person.

For Delilah, James was nothing more than a monster. She despised that James's background could involve his immoral acts. Still, James was not a human. He is a demon in human form.

James came out of the room with sweat and blood on his body. The zipper and buttons of his pants were not closed, and his vitals were only covered by black underwear. He casually showed off his sexiness to Delilah, who was quivering with her knees folded in the middle of her chest.

Delilah slowly looked up at the monster in front of her. James grinned evilly, then turned to walk out of the room with the door open. Curious but frightened, Delilah tried to peek a little from her sitting position. She crawled a little and then stood holding on to the side of the door.

Delilah ventured into the room. Slowly she entered and tried to find where the woman was inside it. Delilah's eyes widened to see the woman lying on the bed, and her body seemed to be clothed with a transparent white sheet with her legs, hands, and neck tied in chains. The difference is that she can move freely.

She was covered in blood, and it made Delilah panic. Delilah intended to help. Delilah half ran to the bed and tried to unchain her. But her forehead then frowned. There were no wounds on her body.

"I want more!" the woman moaned as soon as she saw Delilah. She tried to grab Delilah, but she spontaneously backed off. She was confused and did not understand what was happening. The woman kept moaning James' name and calling him J. Delilah ran out of the room immensely. She cried as she covered her face and hoped that the image of the woman would disappear from her mind.

Meanwhile, James went into his room and cleaned himself from the sweat and synthetic blood that covered his chest and stomach. James's sexual fantasy was sometimes beyond reason, but he could not control his rage.

As he turned his face to the cold shower pouring down his body, he erased the remaining desire to go through the flowing water. A glimpse of his mother's moans and groans when serving men rang in his mind. He hated listening to that but enjoyed it at the same time.

James knows his soul is sick, but he has not found a cure for his disorder so far. His hand then touched the water sensor, and the shower stopped. After he cleaned up, James came out and dried. He put on a bathrobe and entered the walk n closet room.

Delilah, who entered the room, didn't know that James was in the walk-in closet. Tonight she planned to sleep on the couch instead. She was so scared.

However, Delilah tried to peek upon hearing something and was surprised to see him in the dressing room. James then pulled Delilah in and closed the door.

Delilah was getting more frightened, then backed away and hid behind a coat hanger. Meanwhile, James was walking towards Delilah with his wet hair dripping from the ends of his brown hair. James persisted in urging Delilah, who had no room to move. He locked Delilah between his arms.

Because of his height, James lowered his face to Delilah. She was looking down and scared. James' eyes kept looking at Delilah's pink lips that against the bright pale skin she had. For some reason, he wanted to smooch those beautiful lips. He was even excited to bite it, but James didn't do it for some reason.

James kept pushing and looking down while Delilah lowered her head to hide her face. James' hand then gently touched Delilah's cheek and lifted her face. Finally, the brown eyes could see Delilah's blue eyes also.

"Why are you always looking down?" James asked in a gentle tone. The minty breath of her breath gently caressed the tip of Delilah's nose.

"What have you done to that woman, Mr. J?" Delilah asked back in a scared tone. James smiled slightly, but his eyes didn't want to blink at Delilah.

"My world is black, Candy. And you merit to be scared," he half sighed. The tip of his nose touched and sensed Delilah's cheekbones. James' gust made Delilah quiver. In addition, there was a warm feeling on her core that Delilah had never felt before.

"Surrender yourself to me. Maybe, I'll spare you," James whispered again with a moan. James desperately resisted the urge to kiss Delilah. His desire slowly rose again, and his muscles tightened. But this time, it was more relaxed, much more comfortable. Weird combination, but James enjoyed it.

Delilah realized that Lucifer had almost snared her. Thus, she pushed James away from her. Delilah left the room with a flushed face, leaving James stunned and doing nothing to chase after her. James just smirked and turned to look at himself in the big mirror.

While Delilah was out, she was determined to sleep on the couch tonight. If James insisted, then she would fight with all her might. But it turned out that Delilah's calculation was wrong. James didn't care where the girl was going to sleep. He didn't even find out.

One day she was passed by Delilah safely. Every day and hour was so torturous to be locked in the mansion. After the incident at RedRoom, it seemed that Delilah didn't want to leave her couch. But she had been in her room for half the day, and James had left early in the morning.

Delilah can't go anywhere because James put up a high wall in the mansion. The mansion is like a fortress. The security is layered. It felt like if Delilah tried to escape, it was only when her body became a corpse.

Feeling bored, Delilah finally left the room and walked to the kitchen. She almost lost before finally finding it. Lordes is baking a cake with chocolate icing. Delilah approached, trying to be familiar with the maid.

"Hi…" Lordes turned and smiled.

"Miss Delilah," she replied and then reapplied the coating.

"What are you doing?" Delilah asked as she continued to watch.

"Oh, I'm baking a cake for Mr. Harristian." Delilah's brow furrowed.

"Who is Mr. Harristian?" Lordes smiled again and glanced at Delilah.

"Mr. James Belgenza's real name is James Harristian. I've known him for a long time, so he let me call him by his real name." Delilah was flabbergasted. She didn't know if James had another name.