The Prisoner of the Devils'

Pain

"Take me off, you son of a bitch! Don't touch me!"

The woman did not know the courage from which she got her lips as if she was not afraid to throw a sentence of constant rejection. His legs were moving indiscriminately over Skylar's arms, along with his no less agile hand hitting the man's chest brutally.

"I don't want to! Let go of me fucking monster! You're really disgusting!"

Skylar's jaw is hardened. He tried hard to hold himself back from throwing the cheap woman a broken bone as her innocent body grazed violently over her arms. A very damn woman who still dared to rebel until this moment. ****!

Starla covered parts of her body with her small hands as Skylar threw herself roughly into a bath filled with warm water. He continued to move restlessly with his misgivings fixed on the hard face. Oh, of course the woman prepared herself to fight Skylar with all her might.

"What are you thinking? Clean yourself up if you don't want me to fuck you right now!" skylar said that made Starla scowl in disgust.

"L—then what are you doing there?" his tan was furious and gasping for breath, venturing out after seeing Skylar who was still standing not far from him.

Skylar's eyes darkened. He answered without expression. "This is my bathroom ...."

The man was at a loss for words. It was as if there was not a single proper word to continue his hanging sentence. What's he doing here? See that fucking woman shower? He breathed hard.

"You're wasting my time, damn it!"

Without a second thought, he approached Starla who was inching further away. Cleanse the body without heeding the woman's shrill scream telling her to stay away and not touch it.

Of course this was the first time he had done something that he had never done at all after slaughtering Starla. This was the first time he had helped the woman clean up. And Skylar can't be sure, he did it consciously or unconsciously.

It's just that, his deepest heart even invited him to do this, doing something that he had never done to women who had always been getting rough treatment from him.

Fuck those!

****

Already fifteen minutes ago they were sitting in front of the dining table, enjoying breakfast in a sinister silence. Starla chews food slowly and carefully. Occasionally stopping activity when the sting suddenly strikes his bruised lips. The wound was so painful, but it did not make him grimace. At least he did not show the savage demon before him how much pain the little wound he had given him now felt. He didn't want Skylar to give him another laugh. He also did not want to let the man feel like he was winning.

His mind cursed sharply at itself as his tears again and again burst out. Goddamnit! I don't know because of which pain managed to make it seem even more miserable like this. Is it a small wound on his lips? Or was the corner of his heart that had been violently torn apart over the past few months? I don't know.

His near-extending thoughts were now back when he heard the friction of the chair next to him. Starla changed position as Skylar forced her face to face and slightly jerked her chin upwards. Then at that moment also his eyes closed resigned. Resigned with whatever Skylar would do to his face that was still recovering from the scars.

Skylar's guess that going back to make a wound is a big mistake. The woman slowly opened her misty and reddened eyes. He found the man's face just above his. Treating the wound with careful movement, like someone who is arranging broken glass pieces to pieces to be rearranged, although the results will not be as perfect as before. And in the end, the tears that had been held back were now flowing shamelessly. Greet Skylar's clever fingers applying the medicine there.

It's wrong! He should have laughed. He should have laughed out loud when he saw Skylar heal his wounds. That was a joke. The man creates wounds, but he also treats them. Looks funny, doesn't it?

Starla did not let her sad gaze point at Skylar. He prefers to throw his gaze at other objects that are more interesting. However, the woman knew very well that the man was watching her, and he caught her through the corner of his eye. A second later, Skylar got up and left himself in silence.

Starla suddenly felt a tightness hit her heart. The urge to re-emit the clear liquid was so strong. His hand moved to remove the remnants of the medicine on his lips as he restored his position. Slowly, his body was shaken along with a heart-wrenching rumbling. Really, he could no longer face it all. His fate was too heavy and painful for him to live on his own.

The woman forced herself not to shed any more tears. He rubbed the pain liquid rough before moving from the room. A moment after turning around, his steps suddenly came to a halt. Skylar stood there, in the doorway with a hard-to-understand look. He certainly heard and watched Starla who had just expressed her pain through a cry.

"A—aku ... is full."

Stammered Starla finished the sentence with agitated moving eyes of course. Skylar is always angry if he doesn't finish his meal. As he said before, even the slightest thing could ignite the man's anger, making it an excuse to go back to hurting and tormenting him. But it's just a trivial matter.

Long time both of them were silent. Letting the silence greet the two again until Skylar finally stepped wide, grabbing the tiny body into a warm embrace.

Skylar had no idea, very much did not know why he was like this. His heart had betrayed him. Already since that feeling thrashed about to clutch the tiny and fragile body. So fragile that it is very easy to destroy.

The rushing tears drenching the woman's cheeks completely affected her. Making Skylar really hate him half to death, because it could affect the state of Starra.

So that without being prevented, his hands clenched tighter as a faint sobbing filled his hearing senses. Close Starla's cheek to her rapidly beating chest. For this time, he let his inner being hope for time to stop this very moment.

For some reason lately his body is so strange, his feelings become strange every time faced with the cries of Starla. And this time let him do according to his heart. Yes, let it be for now like this.