A pale man struggled as he was tied to a chair. How in the fucking world could this happen? He was a powerful demon and yet someone was able to capture him off guard! That stupid virus, he had gotten so comfortable with him around that he completely forgot to do a house check. He had fallen asleep next to the virus to help it sleep. He had to admit though, it was nice to just relax for a moment, but than he remembered, this is why he couldn't have nice things. Hunters have always followed him waiting for the right moment. They had both been wakened up from their sleep by the damn hunters and the virus did try to stop those hunters. But they had done something to his virus.

"Anti." The demon whispered remembering that the hunters had injected Anti with something. The demon's struggle continued his hair flowing like a wildfire. The hunters must have gotten their hands on some kind of cure for his virus. The demon pulled and struggled against the chair, he had to find out if his virus was alright.

"You know you should just save yourself the struggling." A hunter spoke as he entered the dark room.

"That chair and those ropes are never going to break. They're made specially for demon with your strength." The hunter continued walking over to the trapped growling demon.

"You better let me go or I'll-"

"Or you'll what? Sick your pet on me? Well guess what demon." The Hunter dug through his pocket and pulled out a shock collar. The Hunter tossed it in front of the demon's tied feet.

"Your pet won't be coming to save you." The Hunter's voice stayed as cold as stone as the demon looked at collar. It must have been cut off of his virus. His virus never risked taking it off, in what the demon thought to be because that his virus still feared some part of him.

"What did you do to him?" The demon hissed glaring into the hunter's eyes.

"Let's just say, he won't be infecting anyone else here ever again." The hunter laughed and turned to the door.

"You son of a bitch!" The demon cursed the hunter and struggled even more against his restraints.

"I'll kill you when I get out of here! You can't contain me here forever!" The demon shouted as the hunter walked out of the room.

'No. It can't be possible.' Dark thought as he continued to struggle. The rope cut into his arms and ankle long ago. They were stained in a deep red.

'Anti has to be alive! He had feed before they fell asleep he had enough strength to fight of half of the amount of the cure that I always kept hidden.' Dark thought knowing that the cure he had was safely buried 6 feet below the house in a box.

'This Hunter must have some kind of prototype. Prototypes never work on Anti. I've built up his immune system so they wouldn't work.' Dark thought to himself trying to quell the hint of fear that ran through him when the hunter said that his virus was killed. He knew it hadn't been killed. Not that easily. Or at least he hoped what he told himself was true.

He Hunter walked upstairs and made himself some dinner as he listened to the demon struggle and shout for the hunter to return and let him go.