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!

SHE was dressed in a revealing nightgown again that morning, and her entire body was almost exposed. She exclaimed, undecided whether walk down and face the man but she finally decided not to. The door opened and the man entered. She drew her attention right away as he was shirtless. Her heart skipped a beat so she immediately looked down.

While the man was looking at her, particularly her breasts, she wrapped her hand around it fast. Cuhen does not own her, even though has claimed her multiple times.

"Why haven't you come down yet?"

She glanced at his no longer bandaged hand and asked, "Doesn't your hand ache anymore?"

"Answer me!"

"I apologize for waking late."

He didn't respond, but he actually took a step closer to her, and she suddenly stepped back, terrified of being hurt by him, but she was flabbergasted when Cuhen carried her away, leaving her speechless.

Her eyes focused on him. She shook her head, her eyes drawn to his thick brows, the tip of its nose, his closed lips. She remembers the man that carrying her was Cuhen Malcogn, the man who abducted her and torturing her father!

"Please, put me down... I can walk on my own," she begged.

He didn't pay attention. He simply lowered her when they reached to the corridor. When they arrived in the corridor, he simply lowered her into one of the chairs. Fried rice, ham and sausage, scrambled eggs, and hot coffee are served. He sat peacefully in the front seat and started eating.

Her mind was racing with questions. Does he hit his head, and why is he being so sweet now? The fact that it was so close to her raised some questions. Why does she think that every action he takes hints at something different?

Cuhen quickly stood up after finishing its meal and went upstairs to his room. She smiled as she finished her food, realizing that today was different from the rest.

***

THREE WEEKS HAVE PASSED. Ellah misses her father and secretly wishes him well. She hadn't heard from her father in three weeks since she'd destroyed Cuhen's cellphone in the middle of the forest. She wished she could ask him how her father was doing, but she lacked the guts to do so. Cuhen is a demon. He's sometimes nice, sometimes not. He can be brutal on her at times. Because of his volcanic anger and unpredictable behavior, she couldn't read him.

Happy birthday self!

She delighted when she remembered her birthday, which was today. The thirteenth of May[AV1] . She almost missed her birthday, thank goodness for the calendar in the living room. It's her birthday, and her father isn't there to celebrate with her. She longed to see her father! She wanted to cry, but she refused to be overcome by sadness.

She has now found herself in a waterfall, lying on a huge rock as the water freely flows into her body. It is banned for her to go the falls, but Cuhen is not here, so she is free to take a dip. As soon as she woke up earlier, Cuhen had already left, leaving only a note on the refrigerator door.

Even with her eyes closed, she could still feel someone looking at her. She opened her eyes, and Cuhen's gaze met hers. Right now, it is staring at her. Water gushed freely behind the man's back as he was completely naked.

A wave of desire swept across her body. So, before her emotions and body betrayed her, she pushed the man away but refused to move. His hand gently stroked her exposed legs. She was stunned. She was clad in nothing but see-through white nightgowns. Cuhen's eyes were filled with admiration as he watched her, particularly her exposed body. She needs to restrain herself, and perhaps— God!

She shuts her eyes when his hand strokes her femininity. With each of his touches, she moaned once again. Cuhen hasn't touched her in a week, and her body is eager for him. She screamed as he caressed her and played with her clit with his fingers. When she opened her eyes, her hand seems to have its own mind and caressed his chest. For the first time, she felt his strong chest, and everything else, including her hesitations disappeared completely. The only thing on her thoughts in these moments was the two of them beneath the falls.

As their lips touch, she shuts her eyes. It was the first time he had kissed her so tenderly, with such respect, and with such admiration. She felt his self-control with every touch of him on her body, and she admits that she's already burning with desire, and not even the water from the falls can chill her down.

"Ahhh!" she moaned.

Cuhen immediately removed her nighties after he caressed and massaged her breast. His gaze is suddenly drawn to her body. She felt no embarrassment when Cuhen looked at her body in astonishment, as if it were the first time, he had seen it.

"Ellah..."

Her name was like music to her ears. He worshiped her body and kissed her passionately. She replied by kissing him with admiration. His tongue began to travel inside her lips, and his hand began to caress her all over. She could feel the hardness of his shaft between her thighs and was ready to enter her world. She moaned and grasped his hair as her tongue traveled down into her core. She was enjoying what he was doing and worried she'd go nuts, especially when Cuhen lick her clitoris. His finger moved in and out of her core as well.

“C-cuhen! Aaahh!” she yelled when she came out of his lips twice. "I want it. Yeah! Lick me some more. Oh! Ahhh!" She screamed with satisfaction after the third orgasm and thought that was the end of it, but she is astonished when Cuhen keeps on thrusting her.

"It's so tight! Fucking tight!" he moaned in pleasure. Her two thighs were encircled by Cuhen's, and he placed his hand round her waist.

It seemed to be competing with the force of the water because it was pumping her so fast. Especially when Cuhen teasingly stopped, and then thrust down deep again, she failed to stop her screams of pleasure.

“Cuhen!"She gasped, hardly able to control the words coming out of her mouth owing to the sensation she was feeling.

“Sweetheart, come with me. Come with me.”

She felt their orgasm burst at the same time. Her womb was full of his cum, and she didn't want to withdraw his manhood while she was still enjoying the sensations.

"Ohh Cuhen! Don't... Ohhh! C-cuhen, I want more!" she pleaded. Cuhen did precisely what she said. He started to thrust her out as the water continued to fall on them. She hugged his neck throughout their next orgasm.

Cuhen carried her home. Her knee is trembling and feeble, and she was grateful that Cuhen carried her. As she closed her eyes, he tightened his hold on her.

"Don't go to sleep yet," he said.

She nodded. She was drowsy, but when Cuhen's foot stopped at the garden's entrance, she looked at him and couldn't figure out what he was thinking. His eyes were emotionless.

"Happy Birthday, Ellah," he whispered gently.

She couldn't believe what she heard and looked at Cuhen in awe. Did she hear correctly? Did it greet her with a happy birthday? Her face flushed from the delight in her heart.

"T-thank you," she stammered hesitantly. She couldn't believe her eyes. How did it know her birthday was today?

Cuhen nodded and brought her to his room. They washed and bathed her together, despite her objections. When he’s still the one who dressed her in his own clean long sleeves, she wished to be swallowed by the earth. Cuhen also presented her with an undies to wear. He then brushed her long hair after changing into his t-shirt and shorts.

He looks great and is a delight to look at all day. She was bewildered by what was going on, but her lips stayed closed. She wanted to appreciate this moment, but thinking about it made her feel worse. She was well aware that everything was only temporary. Cuhen carried her down the stairs while carrying her once more. She almost started to cry when he laid her down on the picnic blanket, which was now in the center of the garden and surrounded by an assortment of flowers. There was a bouquet of red flowers and a cake with the words 'Happy Birthday' and her name etched on it.

Her eyes filled with emotions as he handed her the bouquet of flowers and wished her a happy birthday. Her eyes began to well up with tears. What does each of his movements mean? What does each of his movements mean? She felt both delight and pain at the same time. Her heart was at conflict with her mind.

He wrapped his arms around her and let her cry on his chest. Was he just being kind because it was her birthday? "Is there anything missing? Cake, roses, gift—" he paused in mid-sentence and stared at her, "What gift do you want? I can't pick since I don't know what you want."

His words caused her heart to pound. The one thing she had only wanted as a gift was to see her father. She lifted her head, looking into his eyes, "I want my father back." She got emotional again, "Cuhen, I'd like to see my Dad. I miss him so much! Please, at least a day, as long as I can see him,"

Cuhen's eyes were wide with surprise, and he didn't seem to appreciate what she said. He clinched his fist and withdrawn his hug. She was scared, but she prayed the man would grant her wish. Atleast a day. She’s willing to give up all for the Cuhen. She is ready to express to the world that she loves him and that this is what her heart chooses for. She didn't care what other people thought; she simply woke up one day and realized she loved him, and her heart was racing for him.

"Please, C-cuhen, just one day!"

"No," he responded flatly. He immediately got to his feet and walked his way home. She was left alone by him.

Ellah stayed up that night staring at the ceiling, when she overheard Cuhen speaking with someone in his room. She felt tempted to walk into his room and listen in on the conversation. She pauses at the door to his room and listens.

“How much longer are you going to keep it a secret from her, Cuhen?”

She was alarmed by what she had heard. She knew it was wrong to eavesdrop, but she was curious and listened to the person inside. She was hoping for an answer.

"Herrence, lower your voice!" Cuhen retorted angrily, "She might hear you."

She bit so hard on her lower lip that it bled. Their talk is focused on her.

"But you have to. You have to let her go."

No!

Furiously screaming was coming from her mind. She waited for Cuhen to react, and when he said, "Never," she was glad!

"Do you feel something for her?"

She was anxious to see how Cuhen would react. She paused for a moment, waiting for Cuhen to say something.

“No. I have no intention of ever loving her. She was nothing more than my slave in bed; a sex slave. Florae is the one I still love.”

She admitted that Cuhen does not love her and that his late fiancée is still the one he loves, but she couldn't accept that this was how he regarded her: as a machine for his needs. Cuhen's statement was as if a bomb had been thrown on her. She shook tremblingly to her heart, grasping at the air. Her heart had been shattered. She was too stupid to think that his every touch meant anything different because, of course, for him she was simply a sex slave here.

It's absurd that she believes him. Her heart was beating so fast and she felt like she was about to pass out. There is no one else to blame but herself why she is now in pain.

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“Tell her about it, and let her know that her father has died recently and that we buried him this morning.”

W-what is happening?

It sounded like a nuclear bomb had gone off in her ears. She backed up and covered her mouth after hearing what she had heard. No, she just misunderstood. Her father can neither die nor leave her. That can't be! She prayed it wasn't true, that it was all a prank, and that the man Cuhen was talking to inside would recant it. God!

"I'm afraid I can't… I'm afraid I can't tell her that Don Hernandez's death was my responsibility.”

Her breathing became heavier as Cuhen confirmed that her Father had sadly died; is this why he won't allow her see her only parent? Even the last time she wanted to see him before it was buried in ground, Cuhen wouldn't let her; could it be because he already killed her father that she loves?

Cuhen is definitely a monster! He murdered my father... He murdered my father!

She didn't have the guts to storm into Cuhen's room. She is now filled with anger, pain, and hatred! With tears running down her cheeks, she quickly searched the drawer for the map she saw and while organizing the house. She had to leave immediately; she had no other choice. If she stayed, he will kill her, just the way he killed her father.

Cuhen, you're a demon! You're a demon! You not only broke my heart, but you also killed the only person I have! You're a demon! I hate you.