The Prisoner of the Devils'

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Today's afternoon sky really looks beautiful with its pink color. Sunlight is still quite bright, as bright as the heart for those who enjoy its beauty. However, not for the fragile figure of the girl.

A sad and empty gaze, fixed on a point that was out there with tears welling up in both of his eyes. Sitting on a wheelchair, with his body facing the garden. As if enjoying the beauty of the vast park—from behind a large window.

The girl looked hollow, yet she was still able to digest about what the two stewards behind her were talking about, which then made her tears dart quickly on her cheeks when one of them mentioned Starla's name. His little mess distracts the two women.

"Miss? You okay?"

No response from him. Just like the days before. The girl was just getting sobbing.

"Angh—"

The servant's words were cut off as the woman called Angel muttered one name.

"S—Skylar."

"Ja—don't ...." The girl muttered hoarsely.

"B—not ... Skylar ...."

The two stewardesses widened their eyes, surprised to hear her voice rising. Shouts Skylar's name several times. However, it was not for that reason that they were like that, but Angel could say more than one word despite stammering.

With a quick movement, one of them grabbed the phone handle above the nightstand and several times pressed the button.

"Mrs. Skylar," said the younger woman after the call. "Miss Angel ...."

****

"How's it?"

Skylar's heavy voice broke the silence. The psychiatrist turned his eyes towards her. He sighed slowly while draping his stethoscope.

"He's fine. The tranquilizer shot had already begun to act, "he answered and walked up to the man standing in the middle of the room before continuing. "He's started talking a lot from before, and that means there's been a bit of progress. But ...."

Skylar frowned in surprise, impatiently waiting for the doctor's follow-up sentence. "But what?"

"The flashes from the past started to disturb his mind" the woman said slowly.

"I don't understand." The furrow on Skylar's forehead deepened. He stared fixedly at the woman's face with a puzzled look and asked again, "Didn't you just say that she has improved?"

The woman nodded lightly and replied, "I think it's too dangerous. It is true that his brain function has started to run well. But what I am worried about is that those dark times will make his mind worse. I have no doubt Miss Angel will vent her hatred against anyone she sees. We can see what he just did to you. I'm sure you know that, too, Mr. Skylars."

Skylar gave a rough snort, after hearing the long speech that the female doctor had thrown. "No! It's just because he does not like men—"

"Not ...." The woman tried to interrupt back. "It's not like that. This is completely different from his previous attitude, Mr. Skylars. I am only afraid that the past will affect it which can then impact by doing something outside of the mind. He could've hurt himself, sir."

No more words could be heard from Skylar's lips. It justifies the word of the woman. What just happened is completely different. Angel raged like never before. The woman just attacked Skylar. He even constantly threw himself with a murderous gaze every time he lunged. It was as if the girl was holding a grudge and a great anger for her.

After a long silence, the woman's psychiatrist opened her voice again. Plead politely, then gallop away from the room.

After the woman passed, Skylar then walked slowly closer to the figure of an angel who was sound asleep on the bed. Swiping her blond hair slowly while whispering softly. "Why do you hate me? Is it because of that woman? I will not betray you, be patient any minute."

Skylar looked at his beloved girl for a long time, then resumed his sentence. "Get well, then say what you want to say, honey," he continued, before peeping at the girl's forehead, and then galloping out of the room.

****

I don't know when the woman was standing in front of the kitchen pantry. Looking at me, a pill was on one of his palms. Pills that have been the only trigger for the absence of the baby into his womb.

Starla sighed heavily along with her tiny finger stroking the still flat stomach slowly.

The question addressed to himself made him smile bitterly. Of course it won't happen. It never will. The idea of being a mother really should Starla swallow round and round.

It is undeniable that he always imagined a child who would run around the corner of the house. Imagine him playing with her at one time, or the boy teasing her, asking for something with his little spoiled cries. Really, Starla really wanted those beautiful moments.

But, was it still worth thinking about that, while Skylar always reminded her of her position as a prostitute?

I don't know. It was an impossibility that he had always considered.

Once again, the woman took a deep breath and calmly gulped down the water along with the pill, letting it work properly in her womb.

"It's over?"

Starla nearly choked as a heavy voice that seemed to be drawing out her sense of hearing rang out from behind her.

"A—what?" starla asked nervously after turning around and finding the towering Skylar right before her eyes.

Long Skylar did not answer. He just stared fixedly at the shady iris of the woman who had the status of his wife. Oh, his whore wife to be more precise. His eyes look puffy with a flushed nose. The man blinked softly with a completely unmoved look before bringing his face closer.

"Replace your clothes" he whispered hoarsely before scooping the old lip of Starla, removing the hair covering the woman's neck, then drowning her face in her favorite spot. Then give a light kiss there.

Skylar smirked as he felt Starla's hot, irregular breaths, sweeping through his ear area. He then tightly knitted the tiny waist with one hand, while the other rest of his hand rested on the kitchen pantry behind Starla.

That cheap lady really did not wince anymore. It seemed like Skylar had already managed to make the woman bow down under his power. Yeah, apparently. And it's better, Skylar likes it.

"I like you like this, you know?" tanyanya while smiling grinning. "Never turn me down again!"

The woman is getting stiff. His hands involuntarily clasped tightly onto the shirt on either side of Skylar's waist as the man's lips rolled slowly towards her chest. He wanted to do something to keep this seemingly passionate man away.

Stripping his head maybe with a hard object? Or kill him with a kitchen knife that is not far from them, his hand just stretched out and moved to take the object?

Nope, no. Starla is still sane and she still wants to live. He didn't want to go back to looking for trouble after what Skylar did to him last night. And, more importantly Starla didn't have that much courage.

"S—Skylar."

"Hm ...." Skylar muttered without stopping the action. His knees had even started moving to separate Starla's two thighs.

"I ...."

Skylar lifted his head for a moment and asked. "What?"

Starla did not know what reason she had to say to get the man away from her body. For God's sake, it's still too late to serve Skylar's depraved lust. I don't know what he'll be like tomorrow if that damn guy uses his body from now on.

But it doesn't seem to be happening. A sense of relief was now approaching his inner self as his crazy husband moved his head away, then turned to look at his tense face.

"I missed you!" whispered Skylar just above her lips. "But it's not yet time. I need the energy to tear you back. Change clothes! Tonight we'll have dinner outside."

Skylar slightly tilted his head after seeing Starla who was still dumbstruck. That look of passion was still not sidetracked from the pretty face in front of him.

"Or .. Do you want to feel it first? Here, in this place, right now?" His eyebrows shot high as he said that.

"No!" Starla swiftly caught Skylar's large hand which began to move indecently on her chest. "I'll change my clothes."

Skylar releases her body which makes Starla move away from her. The look on his face instantly turned calmer as his gaze still kept an eye on the movements of the woman who had gone up with half-limp steps.

Before Skylar's gaze turned to the contraceptive pill blister that was still left on the pantry table. He stared at the object for a long time, before his hands moved gently rubbing his face.