Angels and demons (tag Violet, closed, non con tw)
The Devil himself waited for her outside of her cabin. He leaned against the aged Oaken walls that made up the cabin and drew a puff of cigarette smoke. Actual cigarette for once. Not the puffer nor any of the hard drugs he'd brought with him. His eyes flickered to the doorway as he blew out of a puff. It had been a few days since he'd first played with her. He wanted to drag her back to his cabin. Parts of her had loved what he'd done to her and he knew he was corrupting her bit by bit. But she was stubborn enough to stay away so until.now he hadn't seen her. He waited impatiently as he planned his next torture against her. She wouldn't like it at first. She'd probably scream. But then the difference between a scream of pain and pleasure was so hard to differentiate.