Demonic (An Original Story)

My hand shook, and the tall man's shoes clicked across the floor as he stepped close to whisper in my ear.
"You know you want to. I won't stop you," he murmured, his words tickling my ear as his hot breath slid down my neck. My fingers trembled, and I struggled to raise the revolver to level it with his head.
"Lucy, please." his eyes pleaded more than his words did as my exboyfriend sat strapped to the loveseat. I don't know how the tall man did it, but here the three of us were in this dark, cold, and silent room.
And there was a shotgun in my hands. They shook, and I tried to tell myself this was just another dream.
"Lucy, you know you want this. He snapped your very being in half, made a fool of you. All you have to do to get to a better place is shoot him dead," the tall man whispered again, this time his long, nimble fingers toying with my long locks of black hair. I tried not to shudder at the familiar gesture. Not three months ago, it would have been that boy in the chair playnig with my hair and whispering in my ear.
"Lucy, please. I never-"
"He lies!" The tall man hissed, circling around me. He was dressed in black, so I could barely make out his body in the dim light. Only his alluring pale skin glowed in the dim light, his blazing blue eyes boring into my soul every time he looked at me. I don't know why these thoughts surfaced in my mind- he was most definately my superior by a good decade. "Think of every great thing I can give you, Lucy, if only you put a bullet in that boy's heart. Lucy, I can give you the world you never had." He had come close again, leaning down so his breath blew against my face, and his eyes were searching my own. He raised his left hand, and snapped, the lone noise suddenly changing where we were.
Around me no longer was the dark room of my imprisonment, but a huge ballroom, brightly lit and full of dancing people in satin dresses and suits. I looked to my left, to see the tall black man in a suit appropriate for our place. He looked down at me, and watched me.
I took another look around me, and noticed something was different about me. Instead of the faded denim and purple tank I had been wearing, I was in long, flowing red dress, my curls straightened and diamonds on my fingers.
"To your right," the tall man murmured. I followed the words, and saw many men, all striking and smiling at me. "For you to choose your own better lover," the tall man explained. I was shocked as to how we had gotten here. It was so different and...happy. I managed a small sliver of a smile. The tall man's face glowed with a smug pride. He snapped again, and suddenly we were back in the dark room.
"Lucy!" I could see the tears trickling down the boy's cheek. "I was so wrong. Please, Lu-"
"Silence!" The tall man roared, raising his left hand again and this time striking the boy on the face. His cries were stifled instantly.
I looked down at my left hand. There was still the shotgun there.
"Pull the trigger, and what I showed you will be your entire life. Anything you so desperately want will be for you, Lucy," the tall man spoke, his tone soothing and seductive. "Pull the trigger for me, Lucy."
I knew murder was wrong. I couldn't kill a person for breaking my heart months ago. I couldn't kill them even if they had tried to kill me.
But I so wanted what the tall man would give me. I leveled the gun again, aiming at my exboyfriend's heart.
"Yes," the tall man hissed, and I felt his breath blow the hair near my ear softly. He was at my side once again. "Kill him, Lucy. Kill him for me, and join me forever. I can give you whatever you want."
Whatever I wanted...I let a cruel smirk glance over my face. I felt the tall man rest a gentle hand on my shoulder.
"You can shoot him, Lucy, and then this will be all over. No more pain- only happiness in my world."
His world...His words were slowly dragging me in, making me sway with vertigo. I was drunk on his every gutteral word, on every slightest movement.
"Lucy..." The boy's voice was not in a cry anymore, and the tears were no longer present on his cheek. His face looked as if he had spent a hundred days in that chair, sunk and tired. "Please."
Please. The magic word, as my mother would say. I snapped from my drunken reverie, and my finger moved away from the trigger.
"Kill him, Lucy," the tall man urged, an edge of urgency in his tone. "Kill him and never deal with this again. You will be safe with me."
Safe. I wanted safe. I had never been safe in another's arms. It would feel nice. I let my finger waver back over the trigger.
"He's the devil's advocate," the boy suddenyl spoke out, trying to put as much emotion into his lifeless face as possible. "Please, Lucy. Spare me."
I shook my head. All that had sprung from his lips were lies. Why should I believe him now?
"Forever in the safety of my arms," the tall man whispered, still crouched next to my ear. "Anything you want, Lucy."
I so wanted to be over with the rat race of relationships and heartbreak and drama. A few rouge tear slid from my eyes.
"No, don't cry. There is only happiness in this death, Lucy. Kill him and your new life begins," the tall man cooed, his calm words strengthening me."You can kill him. You have the power."
I blinked back the tears, straightened the gun one last time, and took a deep breath.
"Pull the trigger," the tall man's voice had that recovered urgency again. "Pull it and kill him!"
I wanted to be with this tall man.
So I pulled the trigger, the boom resonating along with the laughter of the tall man.
"Mine, now, Lucy. You are free in me and me alone," the tall man cooed as the smoke from the shot cleared. The boy sat silent, dead and bleeding.
I smiled. The tall man laughed, and swept me into his arms.
"Mine, forever. No one can take you from me, Lucy," he hissed in my ear, and I shuddered.