It was 2 in the morning when he reached the mansion. The abode was drowned in silence. Everyone was asleep. He preferred it that way.    Right now he wasn't in the mood to talk to anyone. Killian dashed towards her room with urgent steps.    He nudged slightly at the gate and the door drew open on its own. His eyes immediately camped onto the figure lying in the bed. Something tugged at his heart. He closed the door behind him and shoved his fingers inside his pockets.     With slow measured strides, he reached over to her bed. His eyes never leaving her face that had few scratches and a bandaid adorning her forehead. The res

Ara wasn't her usual self the next day. Jenna noticed that but when she asked, Ara brushed it off, stating she couldn't sleep properly last night. She didn't want to explain what had happened last night, putting them in words would make them feel more real. She raised her hands. Her eyes brimmed with tears as she stared at her bruised wrists. The last night had compelled her to wonder if the person in her room was really a devil? His touch felt real and human-like. She shivered in horror as she remembered his touch. Was it a human? If yes, then who? How did he get inside her room? She would always make sure to lock her room before going to bed? Then how? Or was he really a demon. She had heard about demons who would do sexual activities with women when they are asleep. But she was awake. Wasn't she?  

Ara poured the banana shake into the glass and carried it to Angela who was sitting behind the dining table. "Finish it," she said sternly to Angela who gave her a stink eye in return before grabbing the glass and scrunching her nose in distaste. "This smells horrible," she groused. Jenna chuckled at her tantrum, whereas, Ara rolled her eyes and walked back over to the counter."It smells just fine, Angel," she replied in a flat tone while loading the plate with toasts."You've changed,' Angela complained as she folded her tiny arms across her chest."You don't love me anymore," she accused. Ara stopped in her track and turned on her heels to find little Angela on the v

She froze as the voice slithered down her ear. The whisper felt like a hiss of a snake; sinister and spine-chilling. The dread consumed every cell of her being as she realized who this whisper belonged to. Driven by fear, she opened her mouth and let out a scream but that was muffled instantly by his large hands. He kissed his teeth, adding to her fear. "Now why would you do that?" he pressed tightly against her mouth. The heat of his breath tingled her temple as he walked her towards the door. He pinned her front against the door by pressing his body against her back. Her hands again reached for the knob but before they could touch it, he grabbed her wrists and pulled them behind her back. He pulled harshly at her arms, causing her to whimper in pain. Tears pricked her eyes.   "I'll ask again, sweetness, who.do.you.belong.to?" he asserted on each word. Killian loosened the hold over her lips so she could speak&

Ara was wide awake. Her brain was a big jumble of questions. Who is he? She was now 100 percent sure that the person was a human. No devil wears watch and perfumes. Not that she had seen one but she had her own belief. Mr. Serrano. This name and that face were playing with her mind. Is it him? But why would he do that? She turned to her side and was lost in her thoughts when she heard a loud scream. The girl sat up at the speed of lightning. What was that? she wondered, alarmed. Ara shot to her feet when another loud scream echoed."What is going on? she thought as she made her way towards her door.  She stood by her door, thinking about checking up on Angela. But her focus got shift