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.

“

“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.