The Devil Inside (Wolf Guard Book 1) Read Online Free

preoccupied it was better for me.
My arm began aching slightly in his firm hold and I lifted my head to see our
destination. We were headed towards the kitchen and I brightened at the thought
of food. The bathroom door was shut as we passed but I stared at it anyway
hoping he would see my need for the toilet. If he did he ignored it and carried
on dragging me forward.
    At some point I must have scraped my skin
against a rough piece of wood, the metallic smell of blood assaulted my nose.
Weak as though it had been in the air a while but enough to reach even my only
slightly stronger sense of smell. I couldn't feel the scrape but then again my
legs had a numbness to them that only the cold could deliver.
    I smelt the kitchen before I saw it. The
aroma of meat sizzling and bread toasting brought a gurgle to my stomach. This
morning was turning out to be almost too good to be true. He had cooked. For
me? I wasn't sure but obviously as I had been let out, Clara had gone. The
thick rug was a soft respite on my skin before the wooden floors continued
through to the kitchen. The smells intensified as he pushed through the heavy
doors and my stomach ached in appreciation.
    He sat me in a chair and placed a dish in
front of me. I frowned slightly at the sausage and eggs, waiting for the
punchline; I hadn't had a decent breakfast in four years.
    "Eat up, baby girl." He
persisted.
    I wasn't going to turn down a good meal. I
was still confused but as he watched me eat in something akin to glee I could
only guess on his intentions and in the end, my stomach overruled my brain.
    He stood over me stroking my hair as I ate.
I'd managed maybe half of what he'd put on the plate and only that because he
kept forcing me to take another bite until he was satisfied I'd had enough. My
confusion grew.
    "Do you need the bathroom now,
pumpkin?"
    I swallowed involuntarily hoping I gave the
right answer. What that would be can, and often did, change on any given day.
    "Yes please, Sir."
    He smiled in response, slightly crooked
with an odd glint in his eyes. His arm gripped my bicep again and I resigned
myself to my normal mode of transport. Yet again I was dragged along the floor
towards the bathroom. If I had thought of myself as being of any consequence I
may have complained about this humiliating treatment.
    On reaching the bathroom door he nudged it
open with his foot and pulled me in behind him. He let my body drop to the
floor and left me on the tiles. The cool surface took my attention, the
fullness of my stomach made me lazy. I idly stared at the corner tiles not
thinking of what was to come just, for once, enjoying the blissful ignorance I
was in. His voice confused me when it came, it took a while for me to come to
full consciousness.
    "Oh dear. Well that just won't do will
it? Hmm what a mess."
    I blinked and turned slowly to face him.
The scene behind his wicked grin came to me in flashes.
    A pristine white bath stained in russet
tones.
    A sliver of water spilling over the edge of
the overflowing tub.
    A pool of water on the white tiled floor.
That same russet colour edging it's way towards me.
    My eyes flicked to the walls surrounding
the tub.
    A streak of vibrant red above the taps.
    A splatter on the opposite wall.
    A large hand print outlined in scarlet on
the edge of the bath, a matching one decorating the hot tap.
    It took longer than it should of, I regret,
to fully understand the consequences of my actions. As the scene came in full
techni-colour reality and I noticed the long blonde strand of hair clinging to
the side of the tub, that truth came crashing down on my chest, a full blown
kick to the solar plexus that winded me and had me gasping for air.
    He tapped towards me, a spring in his step.
Grabbed my frozen arm and pulled me up his body until I was standing against
him, supported by his thick forearm.
     I could see into the bath from this
height.
    The lady in the water, floating yet not.
Her face remaining suspended above the