Like Mother

Brianna stood before the window while thinking about the conversation Satan was having with his inner self. Before this, no one told her about Satan's personality disorder. Now, thinking back to the time she met Satan, he always acted like a different person when he was angry. She was interrupted by the low creek of the bedroom door. Brianna turned around to see the intruder. When her eyes fell on her doom, her body trembled in fear. Her hands instinctively covered her stomach.

"Jule told me you weren't feeling well." Satan walked forward. His well-polished leather shoes made loud noises. They were like death bells in Brianna's ears.

"I am alive." Brianna threw a sarcastic remark and turned her head to hide the nervousness.

"I am glad, Milady. You ought to live a long life- serving your husband." Satan inched closer to Brianna and traced his rough finger on her jawline.

"Husband? More likely a beast, trying to engulf me." Brianna jerked back her face and did her best to keep a safe