Betrayed to Demon's Lair, I'm His Love

In order to get rich, my best friend made a pact with the devil. The pact was fulfilled successfully, but she suddenly regretted it and didn't want to give up her soul.

To repay her debt, she bound me and my daughter to the devil's lair, intending for us to pay with our bodies.

Looking at the pile of demons in the castle, my heart trembled slightly, not out of fear, but excitement.

Damn it, this was Lucien's lair.

A few years ago, we had a huge fight and I returned to the human world, only to later discover I was pregnant with his child. I refused to reach out, even after the child was born.

Now, I was back here, bound and dragged along with my daughter.

"What are you looking at! If you try to run, I'll kill your daughter and feed her to the dogs!"

My heart suddenly tightened and I dared not look around anymore.

My daughter was beside me, tightly bound, her eyes full of fear. She couldn't help it and cried out loudly.

I was about to comfort her when the man in front of me impatiently shoved a cloth into her mouth and slapped her across the face, instantly leaving a swollen five-finger mark on it.

The child couldn't withstand the force, so she immediately fainted.

“Don't hit my daughter!”

As soon as the words left my mouth, someone kicked me in the chest, causing immense pain that made my vision go blurry and blood spurt from my mouth.

“You filthy woman still dares to shout? You really think this is your home? Shut your mouth!”

I opened my eyes, the thin layer of blood covering my sight, my head buzzing.

"My daughter and I haven’t wronged you. If there’s a grievance, it has its origin and a debt has its rightful owner. Please, I beg you, let us go."

My daughter was lying beside me, her small face swollen in a large area, looking pitiful.

I crawled toward her, but was quickly stepped on by someone.

The man snorted coldly. “If you want to blame someone, blame your best friend. She traded your lives for ours. She was the one who made a pact with us, but then suddenly reneged. Now, we can only take your souls as our food."

The word "food" made my whole body shudder and my heart was filled with regret.

My best friend and I grew up together and we had a very close relationship.

She had been desperately raising money lately, so to show my gratitude, I transferred a hundred thousand dollars to her.

In return, she invited my daughter and me out for a meal. But halfway through, we both suddenly passed out. When I regained consciousness, I found myself locked in a car, being taken to an old mansion.

It turned out that she had made some dark, secret deal and was using my daughter’s and my lives as payment.

How dare she! How could she do this to us?

I gritted my teeth, tasting blood in my mouth, as hatred surged within me.

A man approached me, holding a bowl and chanting something under his breath.

When I saw him cut my arm, a sense of dread flooded my mind. Summoning every ounce of strength, I knocked the bowl from his hand. “Let me go!”

With a loud crash, the bowl shattered.

The man’s eyes widened with rage and he forcefully pressed my face into the shards of glass. "Dammit, you ungrateful bitch! How dare you resist! I’ll take your life!"

I struggled, crying out in pain as sharp agony shot through my face. My nails dug into the ground, leaving deep blood marks.

Just as I felt like I was going to die from the pain, someone grabbed me and forced me to stand. "Forget it, she won’t last much longer anyway. A soul that dies from struggling isn’t very tasty."

Another man spoke in a calm voice, trying to comfort me.

I squinted, gasping for breath.

Then, something even more shocking happened.

The man who had been beating me suddenly grew black horns and a tail.

The words "soul", “deal" and the vague image of the mansion I had seen along the way suddenly clicked and my memory came rushing back.