I squared my shoulders, determined not to let him rattle me. "You're nothing but a figment of my imagination, a manifestation of my deepest fears," I retorted, though uncertainty lingered beneath my bravado.
Demion's smirk widened, his eyes gleaming with twisted amusement. "Oh, I assure you, I am very real," he countered, his voice low and chilling. "And I'm here to collect what's rightfully mine."
I fought to maintain my composure, refusing to let him see the fear gnawing at the edges of my resolve. "I owe you nothing," I shot back, my words laced with defiance.
His laughter filled the room, sending shivers down my spine. "You owe me everything," he insisted, his tone dripping with venom. "Your soul belongs to me, and it's time to settle the debt."
