Now... everything was clearer to me. There is little to no hope of me getting out of here. He has shown who he really is...the devil. For now I just did whatever he wanted, no matter how much I desired my freedom and want to fight for it. I also would do absolutely anything for my family. I needed to keep my family safe.
In the past week I had witnessed what he was capable of and the fact that he got away with everything. He had almost killed a man. The man seemed literally half dead but no one seemed fazed by this situation. I remember that day clearly.
I was staying in my room. I didn't want to see him unless I had to, but the sound of loud groaning and painful grunt had hit my ears. I decided to go see what was happening, my curiosity couldn't get me into much bigger trouble than I already am. Opening my door and heading down the hall, I saw two maids who were mummuring suspiciously to each other their eyes filled with pity and dread.
I walked to the corridor that stood between the huge double spiral staircase that led up to the next floor.
The huge living room was at plain sight from where I stood. Four men in black stood at different position in the living room. I recognized one man who was wearing a leather jacket, he was sitting comfortably on one of the sofas with his right leg crossed over his left.
I recognize him from that basement and the underground club. He seemed totally undisturbed and comfortable with the scene in front of him that made my ear tear up in pity, sadness and hatered.
The person who everyone watched and who was the centre of attention dropped the almost lifeless man who he held by the neck on the floor. He seemed to be aware of my presence, he looked up, his eyes staring at mine.
His gray eyes looked cold and empty but looking at it now, the metallic grey was starting to grow darker has it seemed to be having streaks of blue.
He was only in his white shirt, his Jacket flung over one of the couches along with his tie. The sleeve of his shirt was half rolled to his elbows, the two top buttons on his shirt was opened. Some of his hair had freed from the rest falling over his forehead.
His knuckles were red with blood, small splatter of blood lay on his collar and some were on the half rolled sleeves. The other part of his face that wasn't covered by his hair had splatter of blood on. His fist was clenched and so was his jaw. His chest heaved up and down in heavy breathe.
The almost dead man was wreathing in pain at his feet. The ground surrounding his feet had splatter of blood here and there, some were even on his shoe.
I didn't know what to make of the scene before me, and until I felt a liquid drop on the back of my hand I didn't realize that tears were already escaping my ears.
I did the only thing I could do at that moment, and that was to walk away and I did. I walked away and cry my eyes out in the bathroom wondering if it'll be me at his feet covered in blood next time.
If there was a way to escape Mr Marcelo King, it doesn't exist yet.
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Reading a tragic romance story on an early afternoon was all I could do and that is what I'm doing. Marcelo was at work which meant I could be out of my room. I stayed under the beautiful shade that was erected at the middle of the garden. Marcelo is a devil but his mansion looks like a heaven.
" You seem to have found a way to keep yourself busy" a voice pulled me out of my train of thoughts.
Mr Miller walked up the small stairs and into the shade. I looked up at my new Nemesis.
"Mr Miller, what a pleasant surprise" the sacarsm fully noticable in my voice.
"Aren't you supposed to be out following your falling at your master's feet and doing his dirty work?" The smile was still very much on my face.
He didn't seem annoyed at my insult. I know I'm not very good at trash talks.
"I understand why you would not like any interaction with me" he said in a calm voice and that annoyed me.
He was calm and soft spoken and that should feel gentlemanly but it didn't. It felt like I was looking at a villian straight out of a movie.
"Do you?" I raised my brows at him
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He smiled at me, looking at me with understanding which annoyed me. He didn't understand me, he knows absolutely nothing.
"I know you want to get out of here..... I have a proposal"
I looked at him like he had grown two head. I was amazed and at the same time confused.
"I can get you out of this"he said.
My ears streached at that sentence, but I know not to be fooled.
"What do you mean?"
"I'll get you out of here"
" Are you serious or is this some sort of sick psychotic thing you and your boss is cooking up?" I wondered what was running through their minds now.
" I assure you Miss Susan it's not. " I didn't believe him and I guess he saw it as he gave me his word."I can assure you"
I sighed, I don't know if to trust him or not but what did I have to lose I was stuck here anyways.
"How will you get me out?" I ask.
"I'll take care of that " He assures me, looking at me like he was trying to figure me out and I also at him as I was trying to figure him out.
He sat down on the chair opposite me after he lossended the button if his jacket.
"Why ?" I wanted to know why he will try to work behind his boss to get me out and u doubt it was because if his morals or his care for me.
"I need you to do something in return for your freedom"He let out the bombshell, of course there was a catch, good thing I didn't raise hope so much.
" I need you to fall in love with Mr Marcelo. Presely I need you to love him" I looked at him like he had grown a small head on his shoulder.
My lips twitched up in a smile and I stared laughing. I don't know if it was a joke or he had just gone crazy.
"You really are as crazy as he is" I mocked him.
When I settled down. I saw the look on his face and he looks dead serious.
"You are kidding... right?" I ask but his facial expression said it all.
My face changed to disbelief.
"I need you to love him" he said again.
"That is not possible . No one can ever love someone as vile and as despicable as he is"
I am right. No one.
"But I need you to do it. I need you to love him and during the time you are here no harm would come to your friends or family and I'll get a way to get you out of here"
What the fuuuuuuuuu*****k!.
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Sitting opposite me was the devil. Eating like a casual human being but he isn't a casual human being, he's ruthless, inhumane, vile, cruel and psychotic and I have to love him.
Does he even own a heart?
I have wondered this so many times
,
I have tried to see his thoughts,
rather to hear or feel them,
I have look into his eyes for a streak of human
I have failed to see a light of emotion .
His grey eyes is cold, empty and lie a black holes they've sucked me in and it's empty, cold and lonely.
He who doesn't own a heart can not know how it feels to beat.
How will I love someone so evil and cruel?
How do you love the devil,
Do you become one?.
They say the devil was once an angel so he must have a light,
I see no light in this devil of mine.
If I go closer to his hollow darkness will I get sucked in.
How can I love a devil when I've never even loved a human?.
Should I come closer or run farther.
Should I stay with him in the blinding darkness until it isn't lonely any more, should I crack a hole in his titanium walls to let the lights in.
what does it take to love a devil?
More importantly, how do I fall in love with the devil?.