Chapter 3: I don't want to go with you

"No," I stammered, my voice trembling. "I can't—"

"I do not have time for your resistance," she said coldly. The demon que's expression didn't change, but a flicker of irritation crossed her eyes.

Without another word, she raised her hand, and suddly, red flames ignited in her palm. The heat radiated from the fire, and I could feel it ev from a few feet away. I instinctively took a step back, my heart pounding in my chest.

"Wait!" I cried, fear making my voice high-pitched. "I don't want to go with you!"

She didn't reply. Instead, she allowed the fire to coil a her fingers, forming fiery chains that glowed ominously. She took a step towards me, her eyes never leaving mine. I braced myself for the pain, for the burn that was sure to come.

But the chains wrapped a my wrists and ankles without harming me. The heat was intse, but the flames didn't burn my skin. Instead, they seemed to meld with the air a me, binding me without causing pain. My fear gave way to confusion as I looked at the glowing chains.

"W-What is this?" I said.

The chains tighted a my wrists and waist, pulling me toward the demon que. She stepped forward, her icy gaze locked on mine.

"Let's go to the demon realm now. I don't have time for that kind of shit," she said, her voice as cold as her eyes.

Before I could protest, there was a blinding flash of light, and the world a me dissolved. Wh my vision cleared, I found myself standing in a grand hall that took my breath away.

The maid stopped in front of a door near the d of the corridor and pushed it op. Inside was a lavishly furnished room, with a large bed covered in dark silk sheets, a wardrobe made of ebony wood, and a vanity table adorned with various brushes and perfumes. A fireplace crackled softly in one corner, casting a warm glow over the room.

"You will stay here," the maid said, releasing my arm. "If you need anything, the guards will fetch it for you."

I tried to speak, but the magic still held my mouth shut. The maid seemed to understand my predicamt. She glanced at the guards standing outside the door and gave them a brief nod before turning back to me.

"The que's magic will wear off soon," she said, her tone surprisingly gtle. "Just... try to stay calm."

With that, she left the room, closing the door behind her. I was left standing in the middle of the luxurious prison, my mind racing. I tried the door, but it was locked from the outside. The windows were barred, and there was no other way out.

Slowly, the magic binding my mouth dissipated, and I took a deep breath, my mind finally catching up with everything that had happed. I sank down onto the edge of the bed, feeling utterly lost.

"How did I d up here?" I whispered to myself, burying my face in my hands. "What is going on?"

I couldn't shake the image of the demon que from my mind. Her cold, purple eyes, her commanding presce, the way she had effortlessly used her magic.

She was powerful, terrifying, and incredibly beautiful. The thought of being bound to her, of becoming her wife, was incomprehsible.

I needed answers. I needed to understand why this was happing to me and what my future held in this strange, dangerous world. But for now, all I could do was wait and hope that someone would explain everything to me.