The Prisoner of the Devils'

Past

Skylar threw his back against the back of the chair. After leaving Starla, he immediately galloped towards his private workspace in his penthouse. The man let out a heavy breath and closed his eyes for a moment, then rubbed his face in a huff.

Skylar almost lost control. He almost failed to hold his hand against hitting or strangling the woman's neck. His emotions were indeed unstoppable every time he got close to the girl, but he had to endure it, this was not the time yet. Yes, this was indeed his plan from the beginning to kill the girl with his own hands, but it was not yet time for him to do such a fun thing. He should be able to hold back. Soon, after her marriage to Starla, she would vent all the emotions that had engulfed her heart to the woman.

For God's sake, he really hated those sisters. To her, Starla was a small demon figure in the guise of an angel. That girl was indeed really smart to hide her rot. His plain appearance that seemed to know nothing, was very contrary to the behavior he had, almost made him melt. That damn girl is very smart to stand with all the truth that is already plastered real in front.

"Civilized! Goddamnit!" Skylar growled furiously as he smashed into the table in front of him.

His eyes were reddened, his hands clenched firmly on the table. He closed his eyes once again, trying to withstand the emotional turmoil that had since touched his feelings. With a loud roar of breath, he began to move one of his hands to grab something on the table.

"Have you seen him?" ask her on a photo in her hand. "Your sister. Have you seen her tears?"

Her lips were trembling, slightly interested in forming a vile smile.

"That's not how much, asshole!" A little pause in between his words. "I'm sure you saw it. And I'll make sure you'll witness all your sister's suffering as long as she lives with me. Just like what you did to Gaby."

Yeah, that guy's gonna do it. His determination was round and strong. That grudge was already perfectly embedded in his soul. No one can eliminate it. Her feelings would soon calm down when witnessing the misery of the girl.

And he was sure that Starla would suffer and die slowly because of it. Skylar was already impatient to witness the suffering that the girl would suffer. Will peel slowly and painfully. And Skylar will watch it with a loud laugh, and a burst of happiness.

****

Skylar remembered how his life used to be, when he lived in a shortage. About seventeen years ago, exactly when the man turned thirteen. He was just a boy who came from an orphanage with his younger sister. They are not orphans, not children who are deliberately entrusted by both parents. Merely, living in an orphanage was their own choice.

Once, Skylar heard that he was the child they never wanted. Her mother was pregnant before marriage and held accountable from a man who became her father until now, before finally six years later re-presented a younger sister named Gabriella.

Their families never get along. Not knowing harmony. Quarrels seem to be commonplace in his family. It is like an obligation to start the days in that simple house. The economic pressure is the only reason for the trigger. Until the moment where that really great commotion happened. His mother, who was originally a comfort woman in one of the bars in Chicago, sold herself to a wealthy businessman who made her father angry.

Her determination to make Gabriella happy really takes hard work. Everything is not as easy as turning the palm. Skylar took years just to achieve all that success. At that time, with a scholarship won at the age of eighteen years, the boy finally decided to continue his school in New York. And seven years later, she brought Gabriella back from the orphanage and sent her to school. Renting a simple apartment from the results of a small business that he has from the city of the nickname Big Apple.

At first it was just a small and simple business. However, thanks to his hard work managing the company well and without a broken spirit of supplying the equipment he has, and his success helped win a tender at the largest oil company in Dubai, he said, no doubt make his contractor company bigger and growing until now. Other companies are not even stopping to offer cooperation with him.

And now, he has managed to make his sister happy with him. They only live together in a luxury house that was purchased. But now he could no longer protect and make his sister happy.

Her parents?

I don't know. He doesn't want to find out more about them. Fuck'em.

****

The thin lips were unceasingly stalling a small smile as well as the pair of sea-blue irises moved, sweeping away all the details trapped by the sense of sight, amazed at the scene below.

Starla had been confined to the penthouse for two days, but she had just learned that the room she was in had a balcony. No, it was not the balcony that amazed him, but the view under the balcony.

A garden that is quite spacious, based on green grass that seems to be a type of dactylon cynodon, and decorated with several types of flowers with different colors, as well as small trees that are also green. Really spoil the eyes. Not to mention the cool air, making Starla unceasingly breathe in that fresh air. His heart seemed to calm as he stood in that place.

However, the calmness disappeared when Starla heard the sound of the door opening, making the dark brown-haired girl glance a little for a moment, without intending to move her head to just turn her head. The girl was just indifferent, she really did not want to know who opened the door of the room. He remained unmoved with his body still facing towards the garden which he had seen since.

He seemed to not care about whoever it was, wanting Skylar to enter his room he did not care anymore. Despite the man's arrival to kill her, Starla doesn't care either, it feels like Starla doesn't want to think about it anymore. He's fed up, Starla's fed up with everything that's happened to her.

Everything is absolutely disgusting!