A Blemish

"Satan, she is your wife. You should treat her better." Roy gathered his courage and blurted out the words with downcasted eyes.

"Now, you will tell me how to treat my woman?" Satan pushed his hands into his pants pockets. The corner of his lips curled upwards into a meaningful smile.

"I am sorry." Roy bowed his head. His legs trembled out of fear. To him, Satan held his life- just like the angel of death.

"Go back to the company and bring the files. I'll be working from home for these two days." Satan commanded and walked into his room with a warning smile lingering on his face.

Roy unclenched his sweaty palms and tightly held his knees to stop them from trembling.

"I am Satan's man, and I should not question his decisions." Roy reminded this line to himself, which he had recited for years. Satan was the only man to support him at his worst stage of life and provide him with better education and an extraordinary job.

Back in the room, Brianna had finally stopped crying. Her