Demon Husband

Rita? Has she been the one all along? Was the job interview nothing but a surrogate interview?

Great Heavens! My body froze at the intuitions that ran widely in my head.

Was she the supposed runaway wife? No that can't be possible. How could Romeo(the prince) know of Rita?

"Your highness, is anything the matter? You don't look well." Vivian's voice jolted me out of my thoughts.

"Nothing. I'm fine. I will rest now before taking a shower." I replied, my lips tightening into a smile.

"Yes, your highness," she breathed and turned away to leave.

'Ask her', my subconsciousness mumbled.

"Em, Vivian," I called as she faced me.

"Yes, your highness. "

"What was the name of the supposed wife of the prince? " I questioned, apprehension running through every fiber in me.

Should she mention Rita, what are my to do? Though I prayed it shouldn't be her, I felt a part of me praying her name should be mentioned.

"You should come to me directly, rather than asking your maid, Wife." His voice was as cold as ever as he stretched the 'Wife'.

With a slight gesture, Vivian left. My heart tightened as I felt to be suffocating though the room was spacious enough to occupy a hundred persons, and the air conditioners were functioning.

He stood there still, hands in his pockets as his eyes gawked me with only half-concealed earnestness and fury.

I gulped into nothing as his presence took my breath away from me. How could someone ever be this cold and brutal?

"Answer me!" His voice jerked me from my thoughts as my body twitched in fear.

It was like the universe halted at his words.

"I. I. I... I'm sorry. I am indeed sorry. It was a mistake." I shuttered with my head bowed not daring to look him in those gloomy eyes which spat fire at one moment and the other second. It was as cold as ice.

From the corner of my eyes, I saw him smirk as my heart sank. I have known nothing good comes after that smirk.

"Sorry? I used to hold you in high esteem but today, you once again proved me wrong. Do you think I'm gonna let you off by saying 'sorry'?, If everything can be settled with the word 'sorry', then why would the law and police exist? Any mistakes you make right from this moment would attract a fashionable punishment, as well as this very one."

I knew it. Nothing good comes after that evil smirk

"Do you understand ?" his voice came out calmly, but with an edge.

"Yes." I breathed.

He has this way - I cannot just describe it- of making people feel small. I cannot tell how he does it. He's never gentle or calm. It's either he's flaming or cold. I don't just understand this demon.

"Bring them in! " his voice raised in command as a guard walked in with three shopping bags.

He dropped it on the cushion and left without waiting a second.

He walked to the cushion and 'fling', he threw the bags at me. I wasn't on alert so they hit my leg, and it was hurt like hell.

"Those are your night wears. You must put them on before I come, every night, starting from now," he ordered, sitting on the cushion like a king on his throne ordering his subordinate.

I fell to the ground at that instant and emptied the content of the three bags on the floor. My mouth dropped as I held up the contents.

There on the floor were transparent nightgowns of different colors with matching G-strings with a hole directed at 'that' spot.

How on earth would he want me to wear this? It's not gonna work!

"What's delaying you? "

"I can't put on this. You don't expect me to dress like a whore before you, Romeo! I am your surrogate wife, for God's sake! " I yelled losing my head for the first time.

What does he think he is to make me dress in such revealing and seducing nighties. Only a whore would be comfortable in such disgusting wear.

"A surrogate wife that should heed to her husband. Get into those clothes, right away!" he fired, his eyes bloodshot.

He was angry but I'm was not going to dress in such, so I stood my ground with courage that I knew not where it came from.

"I won't. Kill me if you want." The words circumvented my lips at that instant.

Bleeding Christ, Leona!

My eyes rested on him as he fell back to the cushion looking relaxed, but there was that 'smirk' on his lips. What have I done?

My legs started to tremble as I looked into his eyes.

"Do you think I'm stupid to kill you? How would you suffer then? Oh, I see, your mother can die in your place. Right?"

The words alone got my system organized, as I took up a red nightie with its matching G- string to the bathroom.

Inside the bathroom, my tears streamed down as I mourned my fate and destiny. Why would fate decide to hurt me in such a manner?

I stood before the mirror, viewing myself in the outfit I never imagined myself to ever put on.

"I'm doing this for you, mom" I breathed, wiping my tears before going into the room.

There he was. His ever handsome face stared with an unmistakable desire. which made me feel naked already.

He walked to me and smooched my ear lobe before whispering :

"You're now my slut, Leona."

It was strange hearing him call my name with his mouth, though it gave me an unfamiliar likeness.

My body was already opposing me as I felt a fire of desire, burning in me. A feeling I loathed.

I despise and loath him, why does my body yearn for his kiss and touch. Why do I always feel like screaming out that he shouldn't stop until he devours me?

At that time, his finger trailed down to that 'hole' and went in. He nudged me to the cold floor.

Legs outstretched, he invaded me right there like I was his prey.

It went almost on for three hours as he invaded me severally, and I became sore down there. I thought I was going to faint when he got off me.

"Slut" he breathed before walking to the bathroom.

Though weak, my body couldn't take the tile's coldness as I got up painfully and lay on the bed.

My tears came again as I remembered a fortune teller saying that I would get married to a loving husband, who would always stand by me. He said our love life was going to be heard over the generations.

Ha. The seer lied. This was not in any way the love life he foretold.

Not only was I held captive by a demon, but I also find myself being enticed by him!

How long I slept, I couldn't recall, until I felt a hard push and my body fell painfully to the ground.

"You sleep on the floor, where you deserve," his cold voice echoed.

The coldness felt like knives that were continually stabbing me, as my body shivered in pain.

"It is so cold down here. Please let me sleep on the bed" I pleaded. My voice came out as a whisper as I felt sick inside.

"You can go to the balcony instead. "