"Seriously, what the hell!” I sputtered, my lips twisted into a frown. The absurdity of his declaration was absolutely baffling.
"Your slave? Are you joking? First thing in the morning, no less!" I raised my voice, incredulity seeping into my tone. 'What an idiot!'"Reina," he began, his voice held a hint of impatience. "I know it's difficult for you to act with any semblance of normalcy, but I'm not here to engage in some childish game." He lifted his head, his gaze pierced mine with a startling intensity.His eyes, they usually were so calm and unreadable, now seemed to glow, reflecting a brilliant, almost demonic red. "Are you wearing lenses, by any chance?" I attempted to divert the conversation, his intimidating countenance made me feel quite uncomfortable."No. I will explain more when the time is right." he answered casually, adjusting his tie as he did so. I had to admit, the man had a sense of style. His wardrobe was a walking, talking fashion trend. Or maybe it was just his model-like physique making even the simplest outfits seem high fashion."When I tell you to come, you come. When I tell you to go, you go. When I tell you to remain silent, you obey. No questions, no matter how peculiar the situation appears to be. If you dare to ask, well…" He glanced pointedly at my bandaged index finger, "...the blood in your veins will turn venomous and a fragment of your soul will shatter."“…”An awkward silence pervaded the confines of the car. I was stunned into speechlessness. After a tense moment, I burst into laughter, “hahah” playfully punching his arm. "You're quite the comedian today, aren't you?""Do I seem to be joking?" His voice was calm, but his eyes bore into me with a chilling seriousness. "You signed the contract. It will be detrimental to you."The atmosphere in the car shifted, becoming heavy and ominous. The sleek, two-seater sports car he was driving seemed to emit a strange, smoky aura from the back. The scene reminded me of some horror movie where the victim is pursued relentlessly through a dark forest by unseen entities."Sorry, but what exactly is going on?" I asked, my confusion was growing by the second."I am not who you imagine me to be. You'll soon realize this yourself. Just remember, you're not allowed to ask questions." He placed his hands on the wheel and accelerated, the car lurching forward.I was thrown back against my seat, struggling to fasten my seatbelt. "Slow down!" I yelled, my heart pounded in my chest faster. Was this jerk trying to kill me?"We’re late for our first meeting," he said as he focused on the road ahead. "We need to hurry."Ignoring my protests, he drove like a man possessed, reaching the company’s building in less than ten minutes. My eyes were wide with shock and adrenaline, the speed of the ride leaving me dazed."Do you plan on living in my car? You'll be late," he said, his voice sounded like it was laced with sarcasm."Of course not! I wouldn't live in this car if you paid me!" I retorted, ignoring the hand he offered to help me out of the car."You don't like it?" His eyes narrowed as he stepped back, looking slightly taken aback."No offense, but this car is dreadful!" I straightened my dress and clutched my bag closer."Wait, what?!" He spluttered, hurrying after me. "Are you telling me that no one here thinks this car is cool? What do huma-, erm... what do they think of it?""A mashup of blue and orange? Seriously? Are you stuck in the nineties?" I paused to throw back at him."So what color car would you prefer?" His question held a tinge of curiosity."Anything but yours!" I retorted, quickening my pace to put some distance between us."So what color would it be then?" He persisted, matching my speed effortlessly."Red! I would go for red," I answered, hoping that would put an end to his relentless questioning."Hmm… Red," he mused, the corner of his lips curling into a pleased smirk. "An interesting choice."As we entered the building, he led me to the left."Where are we going?" I asked, but he only tightened his grip on my wrist and said, "We have a meeting to attend, remember?”Instead of heading to the familiar sixth floor, we took the lift down. "A parking lot? Really?" I asked, my eyebrows shot up in surprise."It's not what you think. Just follow me and keep quiet," he ordered. We walked through rows of parked cars until we reached a door, a bright red one."Just keep quiet and let me do the talking," he repeated."Fine!" I huffed, rolling my eyes. His strange behavior was making me uneasy, but I kept my mouth shut.Suddenly, he wrapped his left arm around my waist. "Shh… I know what you're going to say," he interrupted before I could protest. "You need to act like my wife here."As we passed through the parking lot, I noticed a group of strangers clustered around a vintage car, their excited chatter was filling the otherwise quiet space.A woman in a bright yellow dress was gesturing animatedly, attracting a small crowd of onlookers. A burly man in a leather jacket leaned against the hood of the car, seemingly uninterested in the spectacle.The sight of these random characters added to the surrealism of the situation, making me feel like I was in some kind of bizarre dream.But for now, I decided to play along with his charade, curious about where this strange day would lead me.‘As if anyone would want to marry a man like you…’“They do, actually.” He interrupted my inner thoughts, “you would be very surprised how many candidates would willingly give me their souls to be in your shoes right now.”“What the-? How?”How could he hear my inner thoughts??? I was sure that I wasn’t speaking out loud.“Well, maybe…just maybe next time keep it more quiet, away from my ears.”He tightened his grip and pulled me closer, “now…act like my wife.” And we entered.As we stepped through the red door, I was momentarily blinded by the sudden darkness. My eyes slowly adjusted to the dim light revealing a room bathed in an eerie, crimson glow. The walls were draped with red velvet, and the air was thick with an intoxicating mix of incense and something metallic I couldn’t place. People moved about the space fluidly, their identities concealed by dark, ornate masks. It felt like we had stumbled upon a clandestine gathering, a secret society hidden beneath the bustling business above. The sight was so outlandishly strange that I couldn't help but gawk, even though I remained silent as he had instructed. We navigated through the masked figures, their hushed whispers were creating an ominous hum in the background. My heart pounded in my chest, each beat was echoing the rhythm of my mounting anxiety. I couldn’t understand what was happening, but there was no denying the aura of danger that permeated the room.Finally, Aryan guided me into a smaller
As Aryan's gaze locked with mine, his strict look softened, and a ghost of a smile danced at the corners of his lips. The oppressive silence that had cloaked the room lifted momentarily as he pondered my question. The air was still thick with the remnants of our earlier confrontation, and curiosity gnawed at my insides. But before I could voice my thoughts, he beat me to it."Reina," his voice was like a soothing balm against the tension, "what you've stumbled upon today is just the tip of an iceberg. The truth is a labyrinth, and I promise to guide you through it. But understand this: I'm not the man you think I am."His words were like a siren's song, luring me into a mystery that begged to be solved. My heart pounded a tribal rhythm in my chest, *thump* *thump* *thump*. Each beat was a battle between the instinct to bolt and the desire to decipher the enigma that was Aryan."As for 'Devil,'" he continued, a wry smile tugged at his lips, "it's a moniker that holds weight in this w
Author Here: Aryan’s and other characters’s pov will be written in the third. Aryan: “Rise and shine, my dear," a rich baritone with a hint of sarcasm reverberated through the dimly lit room as Aryan sank into the well-worn leather chair. His gaze was intensively and unyielding, remaining locked onto Reina who passed out on his desk. Her expansive and cerulean eyes were like the summer sky, now concealed beneath closed lids, harboring a world of secrets. Her countenance, typically an array of animated expressions, had transformed into a tranquil tableau of serenity. A soft, barely discernible smile tugged at the corners of his lips as he observed her. Even the devil himself, in all his cunning and might, would find himself disarmed before such a woman. She bore no regal lineage, possessed no grand narrative of her life. Her beauty was not the kind to inspire poets or artists, and her dubious occupation had seemingly secured her a spot in the inferno.Yet, there was an aura about
Reina’s POV‘To a meeting filled with devils…’ I mumbled. What on earth was this guy talking about here now? As we walked through the buzzling mall, butterflies kept dancing in my belly. I felt the joy filling it up inside my heart. I was happy to receive this bag, very happy. But seeing how easily I got it, it makes me wanna think if this contract with him was something that I complained about too much. “Here, this way.” He gently placed his right hand near my back to protect me from something, and allowed me to get inside first into the dimly lit room. “Aryan, where are we?” “Sshh. Don’t say anything, just follow me.”Walking through the door, I had no idea what awaited me in that meeting. But the sight that greeted me was anything but expected – a sex shop filled with an assortment of toys and bondage items. “What is this…?” I mumbled, and glanced at Aryan. ‘Why did this weirdo bring me here?’My discomfort was obvious, and now I couldn't help but label Aryan as a pervert in
As I pointed out the man who had caught my attention, Aryan's eyes followed my finger. His expression turned from annoyance to a guarded vigilance as he studied the man I had identified. It was clear that Aryan took my unease seriously, his protectiveness came to the forefront. The tension in the room seemed to escalate as both men locked eyes, a silent exchange that I couldn't fully comprehend. I clung to Aryan's hand, seeking his reassurance as the encounter unfolded before us. What is happening?’Aryan's grip on my hand tightened as he remained locked in an intense stare with the man who had made me uncomfortable. The air seemed to grow heavy with an unspoken tension, and I felt anxious, this weird-shaky vibration kept washing over me. The man's expression was inscrutable, his eyes pierced into Aryan's.A low, cautious voice emerged from Aryan's lips, "Stay close to me, Reina." His protective instincts were comforting, and I could sense his readiness to shield me from any percei
Aryan picked up Reina in his arms and carried her into the hotel. He walked up to the reception and looked at the woman. "Give me the keys to an empty room," he whispered.The woman looked like she was hypnotized. She handed the room key to Aryan like a zombie, without talking back.Aryan walked inside with Reina in his arms. He looked around and dropped her on the bed, gently. Then she brushed her shoulders off and woke up, looking at Aryan standing in front of her.“Do you still want to be pleased?”Her face boiled in heat, but she answered, “yes…”He then got closer and started to unbutton her blouse again, saying, "Will you let the devil take you tonight?"Reina nodded and lay on the bed, with only her bra saving her chest from exposure. Aryan smirked and leaned forward. The muscles of his arms tightened when he looked at her eyes.Aryan's lips brushed against Reina's neck. He kissed her gently, then passionately. “Aah…” Reina moaned softly and wrapped her arms around his neck.
"Who-who the hell are you?!" I repeated, my voice quivered. I had no idea who this man was, and as I glanced around, I realized I had no clue where I was either. Panic surged within me. "What's happening? Who did this?"I clutched the white sheet closer to my chest, my fingers desperately were trying to hold onto it, shielding my body from exposure. "Don't stay silent! Who are you?" My throat felt dry, and my voice cracked slightly as a feeble squeak escaped.The man continued to stare at me, his eyes looked like a bloodshot, something out of a werewolf movie, his long dark hair seemingly was melding with the sheets in an eerie manner. "Magic? Don't be ridiculous," I thought."uoy tectedorp ereh I, aniieR," he muttered, the words felt forced and bizarre."What even is that?" My eyes widened, and I shook my head in confusion. Was he on drugs?"uoy tectedorp ereh I, aniieR," he repeated himself, raising his voice, straining as if trying to convey something important.He didn't appear a
My heart pounded even harder, and fear gripped me as Aryan's confession sent shockwaves through my entire being. I had no idea what I had gotten myself into, but I knew that I had to tread carefully now."What do you want from me?" I managed to stammer, my voice trembling.Aryan glanced at me with an inscrutable expression. "I want you to remember last night, and I want you to stay away from things you don't understand."As we continued to drive in silence, I couldn't help but wonder just how deep into this mysterious and dangerous world I had unwittingly been drawn.Aryan remained silent for the rest of the drive, and an eerie tension hung in the air. When we finally arrived at my apartment, he pulled to a stop and turned to me."Remember what I said," he warned. "Stay away from things you don't understand, and be cautious who you trust."I nodded, too shaken to respond in any other way. With that, Aryan drove away, leaving me standing outside my apartment building, my mind still ree