Entangled With Mr. Devil

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!