"This time, you'll eat what I made." The man walked in the door, a blank look on his face, "Don't attempt to flee from me once more or you might regret it." Its voice cautions her.

She couldn't help but wonder, "W-why did you save me?" It's up to him whether he snaps at her once more and tosses the food tray into the air.

"Simple..." he said, placing the food on her bed, his gaze fixated on her. "I'm a sucker for dirty games."

She burst out crying. Here we go with the tears again. Why can't she accept that the man standing in front of her is heartless and insane?

"A man like you... You have no heart!"

"Yeah, I am," he responded simply, "what's new?"

She couldn't help but say, "You're nuts, Mr. Malcogn, what's new is that you're a man with a splinter in his head! Why don't you try going to a mental hospital and getting treated for your insanity?!"

What she said made no impression on him. He looked cold and seems bored in her behavior. "I'll follow your suggestion after I finish killing your father."

"You're a devil!"

"Eat this if you don't want me to murder your father so soon," he threatened. "I'm sure you don't want it."

When Ellah heard that, her knees began to quiver. When it comes to her father, even her stomach is growling with hunger and refuses to accept what the man brought… She will do anything to let him not kill her beloved father.

He then turned and headed to the door. "And, just in case you didn't know... we're on a private island. We arrived via helicopter, and if you want to be killed, you're welcome." And left her in that lonely room.

The realization that she couldn't leave this place brought her to tears even more. She simply cried on her two palms and silently prayed for her old Father's health. If something happened to her father, she would never forgive Cuhen and would pledge to murder him in the afterlife, if there was one.

She smiled bitterly after she’d eaten all of the food Cuhen had brought her. Even though the food was delicious, her hatred emanated from the fact that he’d kidnapped her and hidden her somewhere she didn't know.

She also has no intention of running away. For what purpose? She didn't want to give him another motive to assassinate her father right away. Her attention was drawn to the outside of the window, and flashbacks flashed through her head…

"Oh my God, Ellah! My life's Mr. Cuhen. O.M.G! His sex appeal is rotting to the moon and back. When is he going to notice me?" Her cousin's swoon was exaggerated, and she watched the man on TV in her room.

"Enough of that, Cuhen has a fiancee," she chuckled. Put back her attention on her phone.

When it turned to her, its eyes formed a heart, "Did you know I prayed over and again, I wish Cuhen my love is your lover!"

"You're utterly insane! Why should I? He's getting married, and I'm getting married as well. You can have him all for yourself."

"FYI, Ellah, I can't since I'm already engaged, and I truly want Cuhen for you; hopefully, the weather will change and he'll notice us..." she laughed.

She whacked her across the face with a pillow. "Let's sleep!" she exclaimed. "Your dream is unrealistic."

However, on that particular night... She pictured herself shaking Cuhen's hand and seeing his quite handsome face up close in less than a minute before closing her eyes.

***

She shook her head at the thought. She decided to simply lie down on the bed and rest. She had no idea she was dozing off. This was the only way she could escape the misery that imprisoned her.

She’d only just awoken when she became aware of someone staring at her. She met Cuhen's gaze when she opened her eyes. She quickly awoke and hugged herself. Cuhen was standing at his feet, staring at her. He's obviously drunk, holding a glass of Whiskey in one hand.

She drew the blanket and wrapped it about herself immediately. She didn't like the gleam in Cuhen's eyes. She hopes that she misread the lust and hatred in his eyes. His phone suddenly rang, and he responded discreetly as his gaze was focused on her.

“Yes. What is his current condition? "Make sure he can't get away..." he instructed the caller.

She gasped! She was shocked by what she’d just heard.

“No. Don't murder him just yet. I'm just getting started in the game I want to play."

Her heart was racing at the time, and her anger was so fierce that she wanted to crush his face in. This man is heartless that he had her father arrested and imprisoned! Is he really this insane?

He is gazing at the wall, "Okay, I'll give you a call later. Keep that old man in his cage and don't give him any food till he dies—"

She struck his face with something hard. She hit him with the angel figure on the bedside table. It shattered and crashed to the ground. He hung up the phone and locked his gaze on her.

"Y-you’re a devil! Y-you cannot do this to my father, who is innocent!"

Ellah was terrified when she realized the result of her actions. As he sipped the rest of the Whiskey and hurled it against the wall, her eyes widened. The bottle shattered, but her attention was not drawn to it.

"S-stay away from me!" she screamed as he climbed into bed. He brushed up against her legs, but she kicked him and hopped on the bed to hurry to the door. She will not allow him touch her body again. No!

"And where are you going, woman?" Cuhen grasped the hem of her cloth and pulled her onto the bed with ease.

She screamed back and attacked his face. She won. She scratched his left cheek the moment her fingers slid. She was surprised, though, when a piece of his face went crimson where she hurled the figure. Even if she didn't ask, she could tell it hurt.

"I lost the only woman I ever wanted to be with in my life because of your worthless father.” He accused her father in a voice tinged with anguish and wrath.

When he caressed her body and held her hand up to her head, she can't move! Ellah knew no one would help her now against the demon's hand in front of her, she cried out for help but couldn't find her voice. His grasp on her palm tightened, and she had no idea how he’d bound her hand to the head-board of the bamboo bed. He grinned when he saw how astonished she was by what he’d done to her.

"You're a jerk, Cuhen Malcogn! I'm going to sue you once I get out of here. You will pay for—" She couldn't finish what she was saying because he quickly kissed her.

The way the man kissed her pained her. He punishes her lip. She tried to avoid his kiss but couldn't since one of his hands was on her face and the other was on her breast. He forced his way inside her mouth, but she resisted.

Her face was covered in cold and tears, and she didn't enjoy what he was doing to her right now. But when he grabbed one of her breasts, she gasped, and his tongue rushed to her, exploring her mouth. His hand slid slowly towards the lower part of her body. No! But he couldn't hear her plea since the man was busy punishing her by claiming her lip.

She also tasted blood on her lips. He stopped for a brief while, and stared at her. She thought him to leave her in tears, but instead he ripped and tore her clothes.

"No!" she screamed, even though that he had seen her boobs since the day she was brought here.

Suddenly, he took of his shirt in front of her. Ellah shocked to see his manhood for the second time. She closed her eyes because she didn't want to see his face! Until Cuhen grabbed her leg and pulled on her cloth, causing her to scream.

She kicked him, but Cuhen only scoffed and kissed her again. He tied her hands above her. She breathed the alcohol from him and was captivated by the smell of it. Cuhen kissed her on the neck and all the way down to her breast...

She used to be heard sobbing and screaming, but now she only gasps and moans.

Ellah, wake up! You can't lose your sanity—

He smirked, “Ready for your punishment, woman?”

She exclaimed as he grabbed one of her breasts andmassaged by one of his hands. And when she experienced the bizarre sensation that engulfed her when he sucked her nipple, she completely lost her sense of reason. How could she stop him, though? She had no control over anything—not even herself or her body. Not her at all! Cuhen continued, and worshipped her boobs. If he doesn't squeeze her boobs, he plays with his tongue and sucks her nipple, making her body squirm even more from the insane sensation he gives.

Goodness gracious!

She was the only kidnapped person who seems enjoying what her kidnapper was doing. No! She had to think things out. Does he really mean this as punishment? Her eyes when she felt a hand brush her womanhood. Of course, she didn't have to ask whose hand it was, especially when she felt he slowly open her thigh. She moaned as his finger reached her jewel.

"You're wet, sweetheart.”

She bit her bottom lip when she felt Cuhen play with her clit. She tried to wake herself but all she got was a moan from her mouth. Cuhen's finger is now teasingly playing with her femininity while her thigh looks like it has its own mind, opening especially to give him access.

As he circled his finger around her clitoris, she whimpered and felt something try to escape from her. She needs to pee! She fought the urge to pee, but as it finger entered her, she couldn't help but moan as fluid gushed out of her womanhood. Cuhen's mouth was playing with her jewel before she realized it. She was still pondering the odd sensation she was experiencing. Dear God! No!

Her body arched even more as he started sucking on her pearl. What is Cuhen doing to her exactly? Why did she enjoy Cuhen did today to the night he forcibly took her virginity and left?

"S-stop!"

"Let it go... sweetheart, cum for me."

She's now insane, but she obeyed since she couldn't stop the thing from growing in her again.

"Oohh!"

Cuhen licked her womanhood and sucked the liquid that spilled from her as if it would run out if he didn't. She's completely insane! Because of what is happening to her right now, she believes she should be confined to a mental facility. He put his finger in her mouth, and whether she admitted it or not, she likes it.

"P-please..." she mumbled, not knowing what she was asking for. Cuhen stopped what he was doing, and their eyes met. She caught sight of his dark eyes.

"Damn you!" he said as he raced to her mouth and kissed her passionately. He explored her mouth, and she responded willingly to his kiss. If she weren't tied, she might have grabbed Cuhen's neck and danced to the crazy beat he made as she imitated his lip movement. God! Nobody told her it was so good.

When he entered her being, she arched, and he paused for a time. It is still painful. He was too big for her. However, as soon as he entered her and placed his lip on her neck, the pain disappeared. He began sucking her neck. His body moved over her gently. She bit her bottom lip because of the adjustments she made to his length and size.

"Ohhh!" she cried, his manhood rushing in and out of her.

She couldn't figure out where to turn her head in response to the sensation she was having. She calls out his name as he stretches and bites her neck.

"Scream for me... Yeah, scream for more," he whispered as he keeps on kissing her neck.

Once more, she experienced the sensation that something was trying to get out from her. Before she could stop herself, an orgasm overcame her, and she bit her lower lip hard. He kept kissing her and caressing her breast while thrusting her.

Her knees is shaking, because of this overwhelming sensation But then a warm liquid filled her womb. She closes her eyes, overcome by the pleasure. Her body could no longer handle the exhaustion, but not before she heard the Cuhen whisper something.

"I love you Florae..."

And then her heart suffocated...

Ellah's entire body hurt when she awoke the next day. She noticed she wasn't tied any longer and that a blanket wrapped around her, but she’s still naked underneath. She had no idea if Cuhen slept close to her. The last thing she remembered before falling asleep last night was his love for his fiancée, which crushed her heart.

She sighed bitterly and slapped herself many times, hard to believe she lost herself last night. She should only give her body to her fiance. She felt pain in her vagina when she went the restroom with caution. She took a long, hard look at herself in the mirror. Her eyes welled up with tears, and she couldn't stop crying in the bathroom by herself. Her mind is filled with many thoughts cross her head, but she has no answers to let her clear her mind. She didn't know how long she'd been crying in the bathroom.

When she dried her tears, her eyes and head hurt, so she decided to take a bath. She caressed her body as she let the water flow. When she noticed that kiss marks were all over her body, she smiled bitterly. A monster had left its mark on her. As she remembered what Cuhen had done to her the previous evening, her cheeks began to blush. She clearly remembers how much she enjoyed his touch last night, so how can she now face Cuhen. Her eyes started to tear up once more.

The towel wrapped on her body when she got out from the bathroom and was stunned by what she saw. Cuhen was gazing out the window when she saw him. She was able to examine Cuhen's God's magnificently sculpted body since he’s not wearing a tshirt.

"Are you done with my body?"

She lowered her head. She took a step back, tightly gripping her towel. She wished she could hide in the bathroom to avoid him.

"Last time I checked, you were muttering my name in fucking delight," he insultingly said.

Her cheek flushes. Of course, she'd gone crazy the night before. After all, if anyone is to blame for what is happening today, it is the man in front of her. Ellah grew tense when she saw Cuhen moving in her peripheral vision. She dashed to the bathroom, but Cuhen grabbed her hand and pulled her closer to its body.

She shook her head. No! Never again. Please spare me! She shoved the man away, but his grip on her waist tightened. He fixed his gaze on her. She could see the anger in Cuhen's eyes. She clutched the towel close to her body. She admits that she enjoyed what he did to her the night before, and she doesn't want to lose her mind again with the rhythm Cuhen made to her.

Cuhen pulled her into the soft bed, but she jumped out. However Cuhen grabbed her again just like the night before and remove her towel. He kissed her, then grasped her breast and caressed it again, ignoring her objections and pleas.

"You're my slave from now on. You are my S. E. X slave." He said, grabbing her hair and kissing her lustfully. The way he kissed her almost made her taste her own blood.

Without saying a word, Cuhen bit her neck and penetrated her jewel with his shaft. In pain, she bit her bottom lip. He continued to thrust despite the fact that hers was still sensitive and in pain. His every thrust was fueled by rage, and she was in pain!

Help me, God!

She cried quietly while her eyes close and the pain eventually gave way to pleasure and tickle, but he treated her like a rag as he let out his hatred on her. After claiming her body, Cuhen left the room in disgust. Ellah knew she couldn't run away because she didn't have any other options.

***

SHE WOKE up with a growling in her stomach and no clothes. She got to her feet and went to the closet to pick a dress for her. When she opened it, she saw sexy nightgowns and alluring lace lingerie. She couldn't find something suitable. Cuhen's fiancee could be the owner of these daring clothes.

She chooses the red nightgown and wear it. She winced as she realized the lace gown exposed almost her entire body. She searched the closet for some decent clothes but couldn't find any.

She's starving! She let out a long sigh before heading towards the door. She thinks she will starve to death. She also had no plans to go running in the forest again. She didn't want to risk herself or her father's safety. All she needed was a phone to contact her boyfriend and the cops.

Her foot stopped in the kitchen. Ellah noticed the simple structure of the house. Simple but beautiful and she could smell the still-steaming cooked food on the table and knew she would die if she didn't taste it! She grabbed a spoon and plate and filled it with rice. Because the food was so good, she enjoyed it failing to notice that she had eaten the entire plate at once.

She rinsed the dish and glasses before heading to the living room. The fact that the man is no longer around provides her with some peace. There is a bamboo sofa and a center table in the living area. There are several decorative items and six animal heads on the wall. She fixed her gaze on them for quite some time. Will she be killed in the same way? Will he put her head close to those dead animals?

Never! She immediately hugged herself and took a step back.

"What brings you here?"

When she heard Cuhen's voice, she couldn't breathe. As if her heart has jumped out of her ribs.

"I killed all those animals, so if you don't want to be like them, don't try to run from me, or else not only will I put you there, but also your dearest father." He whispered, grinning like a demon.

She raised her hand to slap him, but he grabbed it fast. "Not so fast, woman," he stated decisively, leaving her in the living room like a wilted plant.

Why me, God? Why me?! And she cried for the nth time.

***

Ellah shifted her sight to the garden. This time, she won't run away; instead, she only wanted to breathe some fresh air, even if she had no right to. Sitting in the living room and staring at those dead animals on the wall would drive her nuts. She sat in a chair with a backrest made of wood. She closed her eyes and thought about the peaceful surroundings. After a little period of being in that position, she suddenly opened her eyes to find a clear sky above her.

I miss you, Dad...

At last, she stopped crying. She had had enough of it all. She lay down on the bench and needed to think how to leave this place before her body gave up on her. Until she fell asleep once more, she had no idea if it was early or noon because she didn't have a watch with her. She awoke in the late afternoon. Still resting sideways on the log bench, she temporarily closed her eyes.

She smiled when she saw the lovely flowers swaying in the breeze when she opens her eyes. She stayed still as she looked at the flowers. She couldn't wait to smell one of them and pick it up. Until she noticed the strong rush of water coming from the far-off falls.

She stared at the house, wondering if she could go to the waterfall and enjoy its beauty. Cuhen might angry if she goes to the waterfalls, putting her father in danger. But she is curious and decided to go see the falls on her own. She uttered a gasp as she admired the surroundings. The towering waterfall in the distance, and the water that flowed from it, transformed into a stream of crystal-clear water.

What she wasn't prepared for a Greek god named Cuhen to appear out of the water. As she watched him, her chest heaved, and during those seconds, her heartbeat did not resume its normal rhythm. Cuhen was completely naked, and as he made his way to the rocks, she could obviously see his magnificent body. Anyone who sees its six pack abs, particularly the lower portion that is now erect, will drool.

He is huge!

She ran hurriedly into the home after blushing in shame. She didn't want Cuhen to know that she was watching him. She went straight to her room and shut the door so Cuhen couldn't get in. She tucked herself into a blanket. She remained in this position for a half-hour until the door opened.

Her eyes widened as she saw the man walking up to her without pausing and keeping a sharp gaze on her. Even though he is naked, water is still dripping from his damp body.

"Why did you lock the door?" The anger is visible in its eyes, despite his calm demeanor.

She lowered her gaze. Is it wrong for her to lock the door? That word was what she wanted to scream at him, yet doing so might risk her father. She is now convinced that Cuhen can easily kill and hurt people.

He roared and yanked the blanket from around her body, "Answer me, you filthy woman!"

"Could you just spare me?" she begged, grasping the headboard of her bed. She began to shake in fear of him.

"Spare you?" He asked, grinning, “"A slave never talks to her master like that, woman." Then, he crawled into bed.

Cuhen already grabbed her legs and claimed her numerous times that afternoon when she tried to rush out the door. She had no choice but to surrender to his charisma and the pleasure he was inflicting on her, but she knew that the price of this pleasure is unfathomable pain and self-pity.

***

EVERY DAY, Ellah's setting is the same. She'll get up, bathe, and eat. After that, Cuhen will deliciously and painfully claim her body like she’s a sort of desserts. He sometimes ties her to the bed and sometimes not. Sometimes it’s hard for her to go asleep because of his constant claim on her. She sometimes has kiss marks all over her body, and the next day she is unable to stand.

She was relieved to see Cuhen had left when she awakened one day. It left a sticky note on the refrigerator, warning her not to run away. As usual, she took a shower before changing into a daring lacy nightgown. She is also used to not wearing a bra and only wearing panties.

After eating, she went to the expansive garden and collected flowers to decorate the house. She also opened the window curtain to display the interior of the house. She wasn't sure how much longer Cuhen would stop her from going back to her regular life. Her father was not a killer, she was certain of it. Simply put, Cuhen made a false claim.

She made the decision to go to the falls and bathe there. She jumped to her feet and splashed into the water with excitement. She stayed for a few hours as well, and if she hadn't felt chilly, she wouldn't have gone back home.

Oh my God!

When she saw the man, she had just thought about while having a bath, he closed her eyes for a second and took a long breath. She wanted to almost naked body as he stood in the doorway, with a dark face capable of killing a person in seconds.

Her two hands trembled, and she wasn't sure if she should enter the house or not, especially since he’s blocking the way.

“Why weren't you home when I got there?”

"I took a bath in the waterfall." She said gently, turning her head away.

"Who says you can bathe in the waterfall?" His stare scanned her body, and she noticed him gulping and eager to devour her once more.

She didn't say anything. Cuhen caught her arm and pulled her back and kissed her. If she hadn't pushed him away right away after giving her a forceful kiss, her breathing would stop. She hurried down the stairs to her room after Cuhen released her.

He ran after her and caught up with her on the stairs. Cuhen took her hand in his. He quickly grabbed her butt with lust in his eyes. Cuhen then pressed her against the hard wall and kissed her while playing with her femininity as she pushed away from him. She tries and tries to get away from him, but she can't. If his phone hadn't rang, he wouldn't have stopped kissing her.

“Yes? What do you want? " Cuhen had no intention of letting her escape because she was still pinned to the wall. “No. Make him suffer. Make that old man. Suffer. To. Death.” he grinned.

She was shocked at what she heard. My father! Cuhen is torturing my father?! God!

As she relished every caress of the demon in front of her, her poor father mercilessly tortured by his men? Her lips shook and tears welled up in her eyes at the same time.

“No. My decision is the law. Make him pay. I don't need a fucking exposition. Just do what I—”

The impact of her slap caused his face to turn. Her nose turned red as she looked up and met his fierce gaze, who could not believe what she had done. "A-am I not enough yet?" Her eyes were filled with tears.

His brow furrowed, and he angrily let go of her. He turned away from her and began speaking with the person on the other line, but she snatched the phone and threw it hard on the floor. The phone shattered, but she wasn't sorry for what she'd done.

"Fuck!" He leaned her firmly against the wall and glared at her angrily. She sensed that he was suppressing his rage and could feel her bone breaking in its grasp, but she didn't care. "What the hell, slut!" He snaps. "You have no idea how important my contacts are!"

She shook her head, her voice shaking. "Am I not enough? Isn't the fact that I'm here and being held accountable for the crimes that my father never committed enough for you? Just let my father go, Mr. Cuhen Malcogn. Please… let my father go! He is innocent…" she said trembling, blurred with tears.

“No. You won't ever be sufficient for me to free your criminal father!” Without any trace of sympathy, he said.

"What else? What else do you want?! How many times do I tell you that my father is innocent and he did not kill your fiancée and mother—” but his fist slammed into the wall, so loudly that she was almost deaf.

“Never even bring up my late fiancée or mother in front of me.” Then it left her fainting.

***

That evening, Ellah shut herself in her room. She could cry silently because it was pouring outside due to the heavy rain. She really wanted to see her old father and say hello to him. She wanted to know if her father was well-fed, well-hydrated, and free from illness. She really misses her father. This is the only family she has so she won't let anything bad happen to him.

How long has she been in this isolated island? How many weeks? She couldn't count how many weeks she had been the man's bed warmer and sex slave. Until she cried herself to sleep that night…

***

THE NEXT morning when Cuhen entered the home, she was astonished to see his bloodied fist. His hair was untidy, his clothing were damp, and it was clear that he had been up all night. She’s looking at him with worry. On the stairs, he went to pass her, but her hand shot out and grabbed his right.

She was afraid of the man, but she couldn't help but wonder, "W-what happened to your hand?" What happened to him, and where was he last night?

"Go away!" He shoved her away, because she was weak, she slumped to the wall.

When her back slammed with the wall, she felt pained, but she knew Cuhen's hand hurt considerably more. She wanted to help him with his hand, but he went upstairs and banged the door to his room firmly.

She decided to make breakfast, and dragged herself to the kitchen. She must eat to keep her body alive. Cuhen also didn't mind her stealing the food from the refrigerator. She makes a simple breakfast. She enjoys cooking, so she has some experience in the kitchen.

She ate the food fast and rushed to her room to lock the door. Because it began to rain outside, she was unable to go to the garden as she usually did. As she sat on the bed in her room, Cuhen yelled loudly in the next room. As if he were nuts, each item in the house broke, and there were loud smashes.

Fuck, Fuck, Fuck!

She bit her lower lip. In the few weeks she’s been here, she never witnessed Cuhen acting out. Cuhen's expression was always dark, and he’s never more furious with the world as he was now. Instead of being scared, she found herself going to the man's room and opened the door silently. She was right; it looks like a hurricane had swept through Cuhen's room and ruined half of the furnishings. She could get wounded if she stepped on one of the shattered things that were scattered across the floor.

The man still wearing his drenched clothes as he lay on the bed. His hand was hanging from the side of the bed, dripping blood. He seemed to have no intention of treating the wound. She stepped outside for a moment and then went straight to the medicine cabinet in the bathroom. She went straight back to Cuhen's room.

"What exactly do you want?" he asks angrily.

Ellah didn't say anything, but she moved gently toward him. She only wanted to help him treat the wound.

He remained on the bed and stated threateningly, "Get your shadow out of here. If you insist, I'll murder you. But she approached him nevertheless, and before he could respond, she stretched out of his wounded hand.

“Damn! Get the hell out of here!" He roared, while his angry eyes met her like a lion.

"If that's what you want, p-punish me..." She had no idea where she got the confidence to look him in the eyes, which seemed to be about to swallow her whole.

"Leave before I murder you," he yelled, and he shut his eyes.

She didn't pay attention. She offered her hand and refused to go despite his repeated demands for her to leave. Up until that point, it also gave up and let her treat his wounded fist. The deep wounds inflicted by Cuhen's hand shook her. She used alcohol to clean it. She’s even shocked that Cuhen wasn't even hurt by what she did. After applying betadine, she wrapped it in a fresh white cloth. In about thirty minutes, she was done. While Cuhen was still sleeping, she got up and made the choice to leave.

She smiled to herself, but when she realized Cuhen hadn't changed clothes, her smile quickly faded. Her mind was debating whether or not she should tell the man to change his clothes because he might become sick if he didn't.

"Mr. Malcogn?"

Cuhen said nothing. His eyes were closed. Maybe he already dozedis clothes, but she froze she touched his skin. He has a fever! She quickly placed her hand on his neck and quickly withdrawn it from the searing heat. She's worried!

He was sweating excessively and his face was blazing red due to his high fever. She instantly took off his shirt and went in search of a replacement. She also bravely changed his boxer shorts without looking at his manhood. Considering the facts that she’d seen it countless times, her face was flushed.

She hurriedly closed the window and turned on the light. She covered him with a blanket to help him warm up. Additionally, she organized the man's room's scattered things. and threw the broken items. Cuhen slept well as she sat next to the bed and observed. Cuhen looks like an angel when his eyes are closed and is quite peaceful. His narrow-closed eyes and thick brows were in perfect harmony. He has a sharp nose and thin, kissable lips. His split chin and square jaw stunned every woman.

She sighed bitterly and ran her fingers through his hair. Given the fact that he’s a demon, she was granted the chance to thoroughly watch him. She decided to make a chicken soup for him so that when he awoke, he would have something to eat.

***

CUHEN woke up with a headache and dizziness. He puzzled over how he was able to change his clothes as he remembered what happened. Damn! that woman. The room was also being cleaned when he got out of bed, which angered him. He rushed to the door and yanked on the knob. When he noticed the wound on his hand was treated, he’s shocked. The idea of her nursing his swollen fist makes him mad. Ellah must refrain from meddling in his affairs!

Just outside the room, he caught her. He could nearly see her nakedness because of the gorgeous lingerie she was wearing. Ellah retreated right away when she saw him, which startled him even more. He took big steps towards her, however, as his body suddenly became weak, he hugged the girl out of time.

This is ridiculous!

He let go of her right away, but her hand caught him before he hit the ground. He immediately let go of her, but he would have fallen to the floor if her hand hadn't been there to catch him.

What the fuck!

His last hospitalization was ten years ago. He never gets fevers. He's fine with bullet wounds and fractured bones, but now his resistance has been weakened by a simple fever and the flu. Damn!

"Are you okay?" Ellah was worried, regardless of the fact that she’s terrified and frightened in his presence.

"Shut up, woman! As if you cared, shut the hell up!" He insulted the woman, who was surprised. The glint in her lovely eyes showed him pain, but he didn't care. He succeeded in forcing himself to stand.

"I'll help you..."

"So, I could easily kill you then," Cuhen cut her off mid-sentence. But he tripped and fell to his knees, before he could reach the door. Damn!

How long has he not eaten anything? He’s not surprised when the woman suddenly came next to him and supported him as he stood up. Then, he shoved her aside and went into the room alone. He is not a paralyzed person. Cuhen slammed the door shut, and Ellah clenched her teeth.

She went downstairs and brought Cuhen some chicken soup on his room. She also took medication to quickly reduce his fever. She knocked while holding the food tray in one hand. Even if she wanted to enter the room, it was already locked as she stood in front of it.

"I made a chicken soup and brought a medicine. Eat this, then—"

“I don't eat poison," he scoffed.

"It isn't poisonous. All I want is—”

"Stop or I'll murder you."

Her shoulder sagged as she turned away. She simply left the meal in front of the door and went to her room and locks herself again. She was tossing and turning in bed, trying to fall asleep, but it was still proving difficult for her. Regarding the man's health, she was worried. She wanted to know if his fever had gone away and if he had finished the soup.

She leaned against the door to her room and looked out. When she saw that the food was still there, she sighed. She’ll replaced it with a new one. When she was outside of Cuhen's room, she sat down next to the food tray and rested her back against the wall. She would wait until he awoke. Cuhen can choose to get angry with her or not. Because she wouldn't be able to go if something happened to him. The only person with the power to decide her freedom is him.

Until she realized she'd dozed off. In her dream, she saw the man. Cuhen carried her without a second thought, to her room, laid her gently on the bed, and wrapped her in a blanket.

***

"COME eat with me," Cuhen said as the door of her room opened up.

She’s shocked! What is he saying? Is she hearing correctly? Cuhen invites her to dinner with him? In the few weeks she's been here, they haven't shared a meal. She felt both nervous and happy but she nod and follow him to the kitchen area.

She silently observed Cuhen's every movement while eating silently. She could scarcely move what was on her plate because of the pressure. She believes Cuhen is now fine. He seems to be recovering and no longer sickly. The thought made her sigh with relief.

"Stare at me again, and I'll kill you." he growled.

She was embarrassed and ate the food right away. She coughed up the food as she hadn't even realized what she'd taken in.

Drink," he commanded, handed her a glass of water. "Stupid."

She immediately drank the water, finished the food on her plate and went back to her room.

God! What am I thinking? I have to hate him. Am I insane? Please help me, Lord! I think I'm falling... I think I'm in love with him. This cannot be! No!