The Prisoner of the Devils'

Betray

Not a word has been said since their departure from that place. The atmosphere in the car felt increasingly gripping before Starla finally began the conversation which of course was the first time he did.

"Mara ...." The woman gulped her saliva harshly before going back on. "Do you guys have a special relationship?"

He doesn't care. This time, he really did not care how Skylar looked at him after the question was smoothly thrown shamelessly from his lips. Starla did not understand with her heart at this moment. The question just popped out as his mind continued to shadow the incident earlier. Was wrong? Is it her fault for asking her husband that question? His mind was laughing when the question came to his mind.

"It's none of your business!"

Starla smiled bitterly as the answer greeted her sense of hearing. Ah, how upset. Totally disgraceful.

However, Skylar's words apparently are still not over. He cleared his throat slowly before continuing.

"Again, why are you asking that? You jealous?"

"Yes." Yeah."

The man almost lost his concentration when he heard that answer. It sounded concise indeed, but somehow that one word was able to make it stiffen. His heart seemed to be pounding, looking for a way out and leaving his body right then and there. For a moment, he directed his face at the calm-looking Starla next to him. He felt his lungs getting smaller, making it difficult for him to take the air supply properly.

And after that, there was no more talk. Skylar chose silence, letting Starla's answer blend with the air. Letting the atmosphere of silence re-energize the two, even with Starla flinching in place. As if nothing had happened. The woman tried to calm her crying heart. Lamenting his shameful and miserable life.

A few minutes later they arrived at the parking lot of the mansion. Ignoring each other. Skylar let himself walk first. Without knowing Starla who was walking limped behind her body.

"Can you—" his words came to a halt as he turned around and saw a weak-looking Starla standing not far from the main door. The creaking on his forehead was so clear. He carefully approached Starla, which made the woman step back. His gaze was fixed on the weak face of the wife. Starla tried to protect her face when the man reached out his hand, thinking that Skylar would hurt her. But, no. Apparently the man simply wiped away the dripping red liquid from Starla's life without the woman noticing.

And Skylar of course already knew what was going to happen. The man swiftly propped up Starla's frail body as the woman appeared to grow weaker and fell over her arms.

****

Skylar stepped up the steps one by one with Starla's body drooping weakly in both arms. Occasionally lowered his head to look at the woman, deathly pale with dry, whitened lips. Fresh blood was still continuously flowing from within his nose. His hands stretched out in trembling as he tried to open the door of the room, then placed the frail woman on her bed carefully after arranging several pillows until they were in two.

His breath hunted not when the man re-enforced his body and chose to stand right on the side of the bed. Skylar was unmoved, while the look in his eyes was unmoved from Starla's face lying helplessly up there. His forehead wrinkled faintly after realizing what he had just done. Help the woman and lay her down in a cautious motion.

His mind incessantly rebukes when there is one reality that he is unable to deny. The fact that he had just felt an overwhelming worry. Just when he accidentally saw so much concentrated red liquid coming out of Starla's nose. Skylar has never been this cool, not even if his own hands always managed to create small wounds on Starla's body to bleed a little or cause bluish scars that last for days. However, for some reason the sense of pity suddenly arises without his permission.

Skylar sighed as deeply as possible, adjusting his heavy breathing, hoping that by doing so, he could eliminate all forms of concern and fear that hit him for the woman's condition. Eliminate the sense of betrayal that is now increasingly spread throughout his soul. The man twisted his body and stepped towards the door after successfully controlling himself, about to leave Starla who was still in an unconscious state with blood that barely filled half of her pale face. Whatever happens to that woman, she will never care.

But now, what Skylar wants apparently does not match the reality. The man turned around when he almost reached the door, again bringing himself closer to his wife. His steps were steady as he reached into his pants pocket and took the phone from inside.

"Call doctor! Starla fell ill and fainted. Soon!" his word was swift and undeniable to Andreas across the street.

The man had not even had a single answer when Skylar disconnected the phone unilaterally.

He gave up, completely giving up on his mind that was endlessly thrashing and shouting his words of worry at the woman. Until in the end, for this time, he was more on his side and left his selfish attitude far back. Really just for this time.

Skylar regained his phone after barely forgetting something.

"female doctor. Youunderstand?"

For a moment, the man fell silent to hear Andreas' response across the phone.

"Whoever it is, I don't want it if the male doctor handles it!"

****

The doctor who came to check on Starla's condition looked pretty good. The woman looked older only a few years from Skylar's age. His face line was soft and sincere. He also smiled a lot when interacting with her.

When Jessie's doctor puts her kit in her black bag, Skylar starts a voice that makes her stop the movement for a moment.

"What's going on?"

"There are no problems with your wife's health" Jessie told the man as she continued her activities.

Skylar frowned faintly. "Then?"

The doctor's small laugh was heard as the question greeted his sense of hearing. The woman looked at Skylar who was standing across the bed.

"You're calm, he's just exhausted. Let him rest."

The man shook his head and chose to shut up.

"Contact me if this happens again, I'll excuse you first" he continued, saying to leave.

Doctor Jessie finally left the room after getting a light nod from Skylar.

Skylar's unreadable deep gaze now led to Starla still lying helplessly on the bed. He leaned over and pulled the blanket, covering the wife's cold and weak body before his hand rolled down the tapered cheek, stroking her slowly with his fingers while his mind continued to affirm that she was fine. The doctor himself said it. Yeah, Starla's gonna be fine. That woman wouldn't die of rot just because a few drops of blood were spreading from inside her nose, would she?

"Alright, you can rest in my room" she whispered softly but sharply over Starla's face. "Don't think I'm leaking. You are my enemy and will remain in my hands. Consider this a reward for you, my enemy who has apparently managed to worry me."

The man stared at Starla's face before turning around and leaving the room dim and quiet. Freeing her treacherous heart and hoping that she would fall asleep tonight.