2. Devil's Wife

Leah Falco's POV

No, it's not true. It's not happening... However, the screen between his hands shows the truth to my face.

"You will say, little girl," the psycho next to me intervenes. "Do I order to shoot?"

"You're bluffing," I comment incredulously.

"Do you think so?", he asks challenger without stopping smiling. That smile, dammit! It scares me as much as it captivates me. "It's so easy to pull the trigger, Leah, and there's no turning back," he watches me silently, perhaps waiting for a response from me. However, I cannot utter a word. This is too surreal. "Coulson..."

"Wait!", I stop him by squeezing his wrists and immediately back away as I feel the sting of his touch.

Damn, it's impossible! No one can have that high body temperature.

"Maybe I should take out your roommate too," he threatens, causing me to tremble in spasms of fear. "The promiscuous resident, I've heard he has a promising career as a surgeon. Too bad he suffered some tragic accident and his bright future was left hanging in the air with the uncertainty of what he might have been."

"You can't do this!" I exclaim desperately as I feel like I'm drowning. "But what kind of sick man are you?!"

"Or maybe I'd go for damaging those prodigious hands," he continues, not caring about my anxiety attack. "It would certainly be much easier."

"Why are you doing this to me?"

"You must make a decision, little girl," he ignores my tantrum. "Will you destroy the lives of your loved ones, or will you sacrifice yourself for them?"

Loud sobs make an appearance in the middle of a scream. I am finished. Me and my bad luck, dam it! Why me? I am not yet fully aware of what awaits me, but I am clear that it will be much more painful than this moment.

My brain remains in torpor, denying reality. However, it still makes the decision without even thinking about it.

"I'm not going to run away," I say in a small voice. "I'll be your prisoner, Dean Frost."

"Oh, you'll be so much more than that, little girl." He gives me a terrifying smile before handing me a document next to a pen. "Sign."

"What's that?" I question.

"Our marriage certificate. Your greatest punishment will be marrying the same Beast you helped your friend escape from. It's an exchange, one wife for another."

"No… you can't do this to me!"

"Who should I kill first then?"

Rage takes possession of my body and I jump on him to hit him with my clenched fists.

"Damned bastard!"

"Sign!" he demands, shaking me from side to side. "If you don't want to see all your loved ones ten feet underground, you will marry me."

My jaw trembles, my body vibrates uncontrollably, but I don't cry. How can your life change in a matter of seconds?

So, under his menacing and fierce gaze, I stamp my name on the paper. I just signed my death warrant.

"Congratulations, Mrs. Frost, you are now the Devil's wife and your ordeal begins today. You will also not communicate with anyone unless I decide."

"They'll look for me," I allude.

"That's taken care of," he points out smugly as he stands up. I, on the other hand, curl up on the sofa, making myself smaller if possible. "In everyone's eyes, you've taken a vacation from the clinic to go to the orphanage where you grew up. Did I already tell you that I've met Sister Clarice? An old lady charm."

"Bastard!" I run to meet him looking to vent my fury, but I'm not fast enough to stop him from walking through the door.

“Next time you decide to play the Devil, think it twice, baby,” he says before slamming the door in my face.

I collapse to the ground kicking and kicking as I cry like never before in my life.

Kidnapped... Locked up with no escape and my captor is not the beast from the books I read, who eventually falls in love with the poor girl. He's much worse, he's a vermin with psychopathic tendencies that only leaves destruction in its wake.

"What now, Leah Falco?" I mutter to nothing. "How are you going to get out of this?"

I have become the wife of that insensitive and probably murderous psychotic devil.