The night was growing older, and the morning was on the brink of being born again; it was later than you've ever stayed up before. You hadn't wanted to look at the clock for you feared to see the lack of time you would have to rest before you were forced to get up for work, only to preform the same mundane tasks you did every single day for the past few years. You were in you room, laying heavily in your bed, where you would stare at the empty wall that your bed hugged for hours. You were in pain, which pulsated through your body every few seconds. An annoying, dull pain that reminded you of the bastard you pleaded to earlier.

It was a moment you refused to look back at. You never wanted to imagine how pitiful you looked. But, to Cain, it must have been a satisfying sight. Your mind went light as you thought of his touch, the way he held you so gently against his chest as he helped relieve you of your pain. You closed your eyes tightly, you could feel the back of your eyes begin to burn from the tears that were forming. You didn't want to cry, you didn't want to look weak, but it hurt. Your life was a real life hell. There was no way to make it easier for yourself, there was no way to please Cain besides to offer your life to him to do whatever with as he pleased. But, he had intentions to murder you, to devour you. Every bit your your body, and sanity.

Your lip trembled as you remembered your fate. There was no redemption for Cain. In your heart, he would always remain a stain on your life that would be cut short for a demon's selfish pleasures.

"I hate you. Every bit of your existence, your smile, your voice, your body, everything. I hate you. I wish I just rejected your help, I wish I just stayed on the floor. I should have never even given you the pleasure of hearing my voice.", you said as your voice quietly shook from fear and anger.

There was a thought that crossed your mind. You haven't checked your phone all day, yet you remembered it had went off the moment you had passed out. You dreaded that it would be your boss chewing you out for not showing up without at least calling out. Your had shakily reached out to your night stand, weakly grabbing ahold of the device, barely having enough strength to even keep your grip around it. Turning it on, you could feel your eyes instantly well up with tears. Your lip began to quiver, as your eyes shut. You quietly sobbed to yourself; your heart was pounding violently in your chest. In that moment, the anger in your body had melted away as hot tears streamed down your burning cheeks.

"Hey (y/n), are you running late today?" 8:23 am

"I'm just checking in, it's been an hour, are you on your way? I'm a little worried." 9:47 am

"They said you hadn't called out to work, do you think you could let me know if everything's all right?" 1:54 pm

"The day is almost over, I'm really worried about you. Is there anything you need? Please answer." 7:10 pm

"I'm sorry for bothering you so much today, if there's anything you need please feel free to text me back. I promise I'll be there as soon as I can." 10:27 pm

Seeing these messages made you feel both euphoric and destroyed all at the same time. It felt in that moment that out of everyone in the entire world, there was at least one person bothered by the absence of your presence; something that was worth hanging on to. You lifted your shaky palms to your eyes, vigorously rubbing at the tears that wouldn't stop falling. Snowball hopped onto your bed in reaction to the quiet whimpers that exited your mouth. She gently nudged her nose against the hands that covered your face, causing a pained laugh to break from the sobbing. You gently ran your hand down her body, which she found delightful.

"You care about me too, right Snowball?", you sniffed.

But, Snowball just stared blankly at you, before curling up into a ball beside you. You smiled wearily, once again bringing the phone to your face. You stared for a long while at the words that Alex delicately texted. There was this thought that lingered at the back of your mind. You can't let Alex ever know your address, because if he were to have showed up to your door at any point today-

You shivered at the thought. You would rather be killed, than to ever involve another human in this hell you now call your life. Especially Alex. You've barely known him for the short time that he had been transferred to your department, but he was too good of a soul to damage. You felt a dark thought enter the depth of your mind, one that depicted the horrors Cain would subject him to. You wondered if Cain would give him a quick, nightmarish death, or a slow, tortuous death. The kind of death that makes you beg to just be murdered. You were scared to think about it, and once again the train pervert entered your mind and sent cold shivered throughout your entire body.

Even for a disgusting human as him, you knew that what Cain had done was completely cruel, and something that you'd have to see to believe. What a horrible being. Did God really create beings like Cain?

"Please God, if you can hear me, please save me from the demon that resides within the walls of this home. I don't know how much longer I'll be able to holdout. I need your help. Please."

Once more, your hand fell to snowballs head, as you rhythmically rubbed her velvet-like fur. You still held your phone to your face with your free hand, rereading the soft words over and over to yourself. Finally, you felt your thumb begin to move on it's own, typing out a dirty lie.

You replied, "I'm sorry Alex, I didn't mean to worry you. I am okay, I just had a fever and ended up passing out for the whole day. I will see you at work though, thanks for the concern." That is what you said, but what you really meant, was to please help. Please take me out of here. I'm going to die, I'm going to be killed, please save me. I don't want to die, I don't want to leave yet. Help me.

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You stared out the window of the train you rode every day to work. The tall buildings covered the sun that was sprouting from the horizon. The sunlight flickered behind the buildings, painting the train cart with a warm, orange glow before it would vanish for only a moment. Soon the joy ride came to a stop, and you exited the opening doors. The air was fresh, and as it entered your body, it had gently began to burn the back of your throat.

To be quite frank, you were actually scared to return to work. You looked like shit, to be blunt. You had to wear clothing to protect the marks Cain had left on your body from prying eyes, from Alex. You covered the marks left on your face with as much makeup as you could, and took a deep breath before entering the building you worked at. You felt weak in the knees, and paranoid. What happens if someone notices something, would Cain kill them to? Would that be a justified enough reason for him to kill someone, for simply voicing a concern they had for you? You never knew whether Cain was lurking around you. He could be anywhere, and everywhere, watching you, stalking you, like an animal and its prey.

The office lights were blinding, quickly allowing a migraine to form. You kept your head down, keeping your gaze on the floor. You counted each tile you walked over, tightly gripping the strap of your purse. Though the morning had just begun, you quickly wished for it to be over. Yet, at the same time, you wished to stay here forever.

As you stared at the ground intently, you saw a pair of shoes appear before you, but before you could react to them and stop, you ran into the person they belonged to.

"I-I'm so sorry, I am not feeling very well and-", you stuttered quickly to avoid a scolding, but instead felt the person grab both of your shoulders tightly.

"You're back! I was worried sick, you sent your message back so late. Are you doing okay? You look so tired.". It was Alex, and he was staring at you with a star-struck expression as he eagerly awaited your response. You could feel the grip he had on your shoulders tighten as his face slowly melts into a calm, yet worried expression.

"I'm sorry, (y/n). I didn't mean to come off so brash. How are you doing?", he sighed, giving you a gentle smile.

"I'm okay now, thank you for your concerns Alex.", you pushed out, as your cheeks became warmer from his intense staring. He lets out a relieved sigh, and releases your shoulders from his strong grip. He puts his hand behind his head as he carried out a bit of small talk with you, and you made sure to make sure he didn't pay too close to the injuries you tried so hard to cover. But, talking with him did fill you with a warm pleasure, as you were able to solely focus on his kind face, and soft voice. You wouldn't want a single thing in the world to happen to this man.