The Prisoner of the Devils'

Harassments

"I want him!"

The sentence was uttered with a calm lazy tone, but the echo was heard throughout the room. Somehow the frenzied atmosphere became silent for a moment. And Starla felt all the gazes on her. On her who was leaning against the bar table, busy with her own thoughts.

Nervously Starla straightened her body that had been drowning ever since, trying to return everyone's eyes, then her eyes were fixed on those eyes. His eyes were pale brown so that they were almost clear, causing his pupils to appear so black and sharp.

The fat man who had been standing next to Skylar was naturally shocked to hear the man's request. How could Skylar choose a woman who is far from perfect. There are still many beautiful women who lined up with sexy bodies compared to the inexperienced woman who just happens to be a substitute for Riana.

"Sir, but he's new here and just a substitute. Completely inexperienced," said the stocky man trying to remind Skylar not to choose the wrong woman who can give him comfort and pleasure tonight.

Skylar immediately turned his head and looked at the man with a sharp look. "But I want that woman. I don't care if he's new or experienced. Quickly bring that woman to me!"

Skylar's words completely shrunk the man's spirit, he was now frightened to find the sharp highlight emitted by Skylar.

"Oh, she is indeed Riana's replacement for tonight. Looks like he'll give you the satisfaction your beloved lady always does, sir."

The fat man tried to defend himself by returning to the new woman's pride. He only hoped that the woman would not disappoint Skylar, or that she would be devastated tonight as well.

While Starla keeps trying to buy time to get closer, hoping Skylar will start to get upset and annoyed with her behavior so that she changes her mind and chooses another woman to accompany her. Starla really did not have the courage to approach the scary man.

"Hurry up to there. Turns out you were chosen tonight, and you know it's an honor to be chosen by Mr. Skylar." The bartender, Dion, standing behind him whispered to him, as if afraid that Starla would not quickly comply with Skylar's wishes, and would be fatal.

Starla frowned at Skylar, trying to challenge the eyes of the man, who was still staring at her so sharply without expression.

"Is ... is ...." Starla cleared her throat because her voice was so hoarse and stammered. "Do you want a drink?"

Skylar only looked at her for a moment of suspense, then nodded his head.

"Bring me one, my drink can."

As fast as lightning Dion the bartender concocted Skylar's favorite drink, a drink he used to order. Seeing that, a thought seeped into Starla's head. Oh, if she had known that she would meet Skylar here, and would have been the gentleman's drink-driving lady. Starla will of course prepare everything. Maybe a little poison could kill someone right then and there. Yeah, so much so that Starla had intended to kill the man, that any way she would. Ah, if she were that brave.

Starla tried not to show any meaningful expression, with trembling steps she approached Skylar who was sitting like the king, waiting for her. After putting the drink on the table and hoping that Skylar would immediately throw it away turned out that it was not at all. The man's eyes turned to Starla and looked at her sharply.

All over Starla's body stiffened receiving such an arrogant order. Unknowingly his eyes were emitting hatred. What does this man want, why would he dare to rule him like this?

When Starla was pensive, another waitress nervously encouraged her to sit down, following Skylar's request. Starla sits next to Skylar.

"What's your name?" Skylar stared intently at Starla.

What the fuck is this guy? What game is being played, but Starla knows very well because they not only know each other's names, but already know each other.

But Starla kept up with the game played by the man and also followed the current. Lagian Starla had already prepared a pseudonym during her time here.

"Rose," Starla replied stiffly.

Skylar frowned looking at her carefully, then the long fingers suddenly stretched out and pulled Starla's chin closer, so that she could observe Starla's face closely. Before leaning in, then whispering.

"Are you enjoying this game, Star?" skylar quipped in a squeaking tone, and only the two of them could hear him. However, although relatively small but very clear to hear that Skylar called his name with emphasis on sound.

Starla's face looked pias with eyes glaring at the man's words. But as much as possible he tried to banish his fear from being enjoyed and became a source of pleasure for Skylar. Just now he was about to scream, but another voice came back.

"I'm sorry for the sill, sir. She is indeed only a substitute for Riana here, so she does not really understand. Nor have I taught him how to bring drinks to guests as important as you." The fat man interrupted nervously. His face looked anxious seeing Starla serve half-heartedly. With a scolding look, the man warned Starla. "Come, Rose. Introduce yourself to Mr. Skylar well. Mr. Skylar has chosen you to be his drinking servant. It's an honor for you. You should be thanking me."

The order made Starla uphold her chin arrogantly. "I've introduced myself, and I've also brought a drink for the venerable Mr. Skylar, so I think my work is done and it's time for me to leave" Starla replied, while moving from his seat. After all, he was already unwilling to linger with the man. And sure enough, this is the last time Starla has set foot in this cursed place.

But before Starla could stand, Skylar grabbed her fingers and pulled them tight, so she sat down again. This time right over Skylar's lap.

"What .. whatan—" Starla's voice came to a halt when her hard, cold lips suddenly***** her lips. Starla tried to rebel when she realized that Skylar was clenching her lips with a wet, hot fondle.

The kiss was so disrespectful that Skylar's cold lips without permission immediately gripped her lips, ********** without being held back. His tongue immediately burst into Starla's entirety, sucking on it, enjoying it, and grinding it down mercilessly.

All over Starla's body was burning, hot with anger and foreign feelings. This man was clearly very skilled when fondling women, so the inexperienced Starla was carried away by the atmosphere of defeating her hatred. But the thought that this man had taken advantage of so many women to satisfy his arrogance and power made Starla feel fed up. And suddenly there was a power within him to push the man away and slap him with all his might.

Plakk!