Chapter 25: Mischievous Matchmaking

I found myself in the clutches of the devil, but I wasn't about to be a passive victim. With a gulp of fear, I vowed never to have agreed to come with him had I known what I was in for.

"Let go of me!" I struggled beneath his grasp, but couldn't help but notice his eyes roaming my face. My heart skipped a beat as his gaze fixated on my lips.

"Before you even think about kissing me, be ready to say goodbye to your lips," I retorted, capturing his attention. Seizing the opportunity, I delivered a swift and forceful stomp on his foot.

"Oomph," he groaned, releasing his grip as he recoiled in pain. I wasted no time and bolted for safety. I didn't need a second invitation to get the heck out of there.

I ran for dear life, refusing to even fathom what might have transpired in that hellish encounter. "Maybe it's just a twisted prank," I muttered to myself, my pace quickening as I intermittently glanced over my shoulder.

Finally reaching the safety of my house, I slammed the door shut behind