The Prisoner of the Devils'

Thinks

An uncomfortable feeling haunted Skylar all day, her mind constantly venturing into the scene this morning. Skylar knew very well that the sentence that was thrown this morning had indeed been very outrageous. Honestly speaking, the man was cursing himself at this moment. But for God's sake, the woman always managed to provoke her emotions. Just because of the stubbornness of the woman, it made Skylar look like a cold-blooded killer. But isn't that true?

The sound of knocking on the door instantly broke his daydream and saw Andreas enter his room.

"The meeting will soon begin, sir," Andreas later said.

Damnit damnit! Skylar had even almost forgotten that today there was indeed a meeting schedule.

The man nodded. "Yes, I'll catch up with you."

Skylar let out a heavy breath. His eyes were back closed. Letting the figure of Starla come back to haunt his mind. That agonized face, the sound of her screams and cries, then the tears dripping from her shady eyes, were indeed disturbing Skylar's current thoughts.

Once again, he let go of his noisy breathing and grabbed the phone from the desk

"Jean ...."

****

Even at the moment of meeting, the figure of the woman still did not disappear from her mind. Whether he has requested permission to how many times he submitted to other directors. And this is where he always ends up, inside the men's toilet, washing his face and pecking himself in front of the sink mirror.

"Why are you thinking about that fucking woman, you idiot?" he was angry at his own reflection.

He recalled the woman's face when everything was fine.

A sincere smile that often shows the woman to people. His adult attitude. Look at his eyes that radiate shade. And not only that, his appearance was also simple but still able to make young men unable to turn their gaze fascinated when they saw the woman let alone know the gentleness she had.

Then ....

"****!"

Skylar rubbed his coarse hair and went back to washing before rubbing his face hard. As if by doing so, he could strip Starla of her face from her mind.

Then that scent.

Yes, the aroma really makes him feel unable to live if a day alone does not breathe the aroma of floral vanilla soft and feminine typical of women who have the status as the wife of the prostitute. Skylar no longer knows the real reason why he should marry Starla.

If his intention was only to get revenge, he could just kill him. Or if he wants to play around he could hurt her without any marital status. But why did he have to go that far?

Goddamn hick! He was even disgusted with himself who always wanted such a beautiful and seductive body.

On one hand, he was eager to torture Starla. Destroying his life, making him suffer mercilessly, turning off the light in his eyes and making the woman empty and empty. And the man had indeed managed to prove it during these two months, but other thoughts were completely different from before.

The thought that seemed to come from the feeling and angle of his heart that he was obsessed with having the girl completely, looking after her, pampering her like a husband to a wife as he should. Even love him wholeheartedly, maybe even love him.

"Suck!"

Really ridiculous. He felt like a weak strong man.

Nah! No. .. sure of yourself. He did not want to be caught off guard by his disgusting feelings.

Not even Skylar would let that happen. His determination was round and strong. He did not want to destroy that strength. The man must continue to retaliate against Arlan's treatment. The woman would still be an outlet for her anger. Until Starla crumbles and collapses. Unsniffled.

****

Like the day before, Starla could only remain silent on the balcony of the room. I don't know how long he's been standing there. Enjoy the rest of his free time without Skylar. Because in a moment, that crazy guy is coming home, and then he's gonna end up being a cheap slut under his body.

The balcony felt more comfortable despite having to stand for hours rather than lying on the bed he used to occupy when Skylar was enjoying his body. Really, it's so disgusting.

There was no other activity he could do. All his movements were arranged by Skylar. He was not allowed to go anywhere except with her, even the park that he often looked at was never visited at all. You can enjoy it from the balcony. If it violates, the woman will get the actual punishment she really does not deserve just because of such a small matter.

However, no matter how small of a mistake he made, the man would still punish him. Skylar always tried to find mistakes that the woman never did, then used as an excuse to continue to hurt him. Mercilessly. Without mercy.

Her marriage to Skylar has been completely harmonious, to this day. The man only made himself his lustful master. How disgusting. Skylar didn't even want to share the bed with him. He always pulls the woman into his room just to fulfill his own satisfaction, then returns after getting what he wants.

Her fate of being a wife is really sad. Even the thought of becoming a mother seemed to have him throw it all away. No, Starla didn't want it. Believe me, it was one of her biggest dreams, having a baby after marriage and being a mother. However, he would certainly forget the dream, if the situation was like this. And at this time, the pregnancy pill is certainly the only way that can help him.

Starla was only afraid that someday the fetus would actually be present. He will probably accept it with pleasure. But what about Skylar? It could be that the man did not want to accept it and did not even want to admit it. Who would accept a baby from their enemy, right? The woman also desperately did not want her son to know what the relationship between her parents was like before she attended.

"Mrs. The wolves?"

The voice forced him to look. After her wedding day, the workers at the Skylar residence had indeed changed her nickname to their master's name. Including Jeane. And to be honest, it was too ridiculous for him.

Starla saw Jeane glancing at a plate of food and a glass of mineral water over the nightstand that the other hostess brought her about fifteen minutes ago and realized that the food was not touched at all.

"You don't eat, Mrs. The wolves?" tanyanya approached Starla.

Starla shook her head lightly. "I'm not hungry."

The voice really sounded pitiful, making anyone who heard would feel pity for the woman. And Jeane, the only person who heard the voice was stunned. The woman looked at Starla's face. That pretty face looked pale. It was very different the first time he saw it.

Jeane sighed for a moment before reopening her voice. "Mr Skylar will be back soon. You should eat. He will be very angry if he knows your stomach has not filled at all since.”

Hearing this, Starla shook her head in horror and confirmed Jeane's words. He doesn't want to take any risks. So, the woman chose to sit on the edge of the bed and put half of the food on, then washed herself afterwards.

He must not look for trouble in the mentally ill man, or his sanity will also be disturbed.