That Time I Was A Slave By A Demoness

Aiden sat on the edge of his bed, staring at the cold, dimly lit room that served as his temporary prison. The lavish decorations and grandiose design didn't comfort him; they mocked him. What am I supposed to do? he thought, his head in his hands. The weight of despair was suffocating.

Everything felt hopeless. How could one insignificant teenager, ripped from his world and thrown into a realm of horrors, ever hope to become someone powerful—someone capable of standing up to demons like Lilith? It was laughable. He let out a bitter chuckle, one that quickly turned into a sigh.

He thought back to the stories he had read in the books. Heroes blessed by divine power, wielding strength and wisdom that could shape worlds. They were larger-than-life figures, legends meant to inspire. But the gap between those heroes and him felt infinite. Aiden had no secret strength, no guiding prophecy. All he had were questions, fears, and the nagging feeling that he was utterly out of place.

He rubbed his temples, trying to think logically. "If someone else were the protagonist, what would they do?" he muttered to himself.

Would they stand up to Lilith? Would they boldly march into her presence and demand answers, or maybe even freedom? The thought made him scoff. Yeah, right. That would work out great. He'd already seen what Lilith could do. Her power wasn't just overwhelming—it was incomprehensible. She could kill him with a flick of her wrist, and no one in this world would care. No laws, no morals, no saviors. Just darkness.

"Okay, then escape," he said aloud, trying to reason with himself. But as soon as the words left his lips, he knew it was a foolish idea. The mansion was a fortress, surrounded by walls so high they seemed to scrape the ashen skies. What kind of enemies required such defenses? The thought sent shivers down his spine. Even if he managed to sneak past Lilith's guards, he'd only end up wandering aimlessly in a hostile world he knew nothing about.

He clenched his fists. I'm a pawn. That's all I am. The thought ate away at him, making his chest tighten with frustration and despair.

Then, as if sensing the depth of his hopelessness, the whispers began.

At first, they were faint, almost indistinguishable from the creaks of the mansion's wooden beams or the distant hum of the wind. But they carried a strange cadence, an almost rhythmic quality that made Aiden's skin crawl. He froze, straining to listen.

"You don't belong here…"

His heart skipped a beat. He looked around the room, his pulse quickening. "Who's there?" he asked, his voice shaking.

There was no answer, just silence. He shook his head, rubbing his eyes. "I'm losing it," he muttered. "This place is messing with my head."

But the whispers returned, a little louder this time.

"You're weak. She'll never see you as an equal."

Aiden's breath hitched. The words felt like needles, piercing the insecurities he tried to bury. He stood up, pacing the room. "No. It's not real. It's just stress," he told himself, trying to sound convincing. But deep down, the words were cutting into him, tearing apart his already fragile sense of self.

The whispers grew louder, more insistent.

"There is power waiting for you… if you dare to take it."

His steps faltered. Power? The word lingered in his mind, tantalizing and terrifying all at once. He clenched his fists, shaking his head. "No. I'm not listening to this," he said firmly. But the whispers didn't stop.

They tugged at his thoughts, his doubts, his fears. They painted vivid images in his mind—of him standing tall, wielding unimaginable strength, looking down on those who once made him feel small. They whispered of freedom, of purpose, of becoming more than just a helpless pawn.

Aiden pressed his hands to his ears, trying to block out the sound. "Stop it!" he shouted. But the whispers weren't coming from the room—they were inside his mind.

The longer he resisted, the more persistent they became. They echoed through his thoughts, filling the silence of the night with their seductive promises. Aiden felt like he was being pulled in two directions. One part of him screamed to ignore the voices, to cling to what little humanity he had left. The other part—the desperate, broken part—wanted to listen.

He collapsed onto the bed, his body trembling. The whispers faded slightly, but they didn't disappear. They lingered at the edges of his consciousness, waiting.

As the hours dragged on, Aiden couldn't shake the feeling that something was watching him, waiting for him to make a choice. The mansion felt colder, darker, as if the very air was charged with anticipation. He closed his eyes, trying to block it all out.

But even in the darkness behind his eyelids, the whispers remained.

"Take it. It's yours. All you have to do is reach out…"

For the first time since arriving in this hellish realm, Aiden felt truly alone.