Devil Need A Slave

IRINA

"Why is she still alive?" The woman with graceful footsteps entered the room. Her facial expression was emotional.

I turned to her. Daisy possesses an undeniable charm. It's no wonder her fame as a newcomer poet soared. She's built a brand for herself as a helpless, elegant, and utterly innocent girl.

But, when she stood in front of me, crossing her arms so arrogantly, shouting angrily, "Why is this damn bitch still alive? She intends to ruin my career," her voice rose. The veins on her face were visible.

Daisy's breath hitched, she took my camera and threw it on the floor. I stomped on my camera while screaming to release her emotions. She is a temperamental woman, not in accordance with her self-branding so far.

"I'm sorry, Sir!" a man approached after Miron glanced at him. "Do your job properly, Jasper," he said to the man—calm, short, firm.

Jasper approached Daisy, touching her arm. Daisy pushed Jasper's touch away, moved closer to me, and slapped my cheek. Stiff, painful, sore.

My cheeks felt like they were burning, but I didn't allow my tears to fall. I blew the bangs that covered my eyes, returning Daisy's gaze even sharper than before.

"You idiot! Who do you think you are, daring to bother me?" said Daisy.

Jasper pulled Daisy's hand more firmly. "I'm sorry, Ma'am. Please leave this room," he said.

Daisy threw a glare at Miron. "Babe? Deal with her, I don't want my career ruined! You have to get rid of her, okay?" she whined in a spoiled voice.

Miron didn't give any answer; his gaze did not even meet Daisy's as she whined at him. Even as Jasper dragged Daisy outside, she writhed in protest. Miron's gaze didn't even glance at her.

Instead, he was focused solely on me, as if his eyes were a disarming weapon. He took another stool and sat cross-legged in front of me. His hands were still toying with the firearm, swinging the deadly weapon gracefully.

"It's interesting, seeing your eyes still radiate confidence, even when you know you're going to die," he said. Clearly, menacingly, arrogantly.

Now, my life was truly in his hands. Daisy was furious with me. Did that mean he was going to clear his lover's name? Of course, they had sex, so their relationship was definitely one of love.

"I want to know the reason why the eyes still look alive, even though they have seen hell in front of them," he said again.

"And, you are hell," I replied

"You're right, I'm the devil."

I glanced at my shattered camera on the floor, then at my phone still on the Table. My grandmother is dying now; she needs me. I can't give up here.

"Let me go for a moment. I won't run away. I promise you my life," I said as if I could negotiate with the cold-blooded man in front of me. If only I could.

"Do you think your life is worth anything? That you promised me your life? It means nothing to me, poor girl."

"After I confirm my grandmother's condition, you can kill me."

My voice didn't waver as I said this, but deep down, I wasn't ready to die. My grandmother and I were left with only each other. Outcasts, familyless, and burdened with debt.

"My camera is destroyed, I don't have any files anymore! What is the benefit for you in killing me?" I said again.

I might be delusional right now, losing my mind. If the question were reversed, is my life so valuable that I'd make it my last resort to escape this situation?

Miron got up from his chair and approached me. He brushed my lips with the muzzle of his gun. "How much do you know about me?" he asked.

"I only know you from the media, and that’s enough for me to say," once again, my answer was calm. There was no hesitation; my voice was soft, my gaze steady.

"And if so, you are so confident to negotiate with me?"

"If a devil like you needs a slave to have fun with, I am willing, as long as you let me go for a while, and let me take care of my business. I have nothing left to bother you with," I replied, talking about the photos and videos I took. It's destroyed.

"How do you satisfy me to have fun?"

"I will only give my life!"

"That's what crossed your mind? After seeing me making love to Daisy?" he replied

I swallowed hard, even though I was trying to play with my words. I didn't really think I'd give him my life. Or did he think I'd give him my body to sleep with?

"I'm still a virgin, and I'll stay that way until I die!" I said firmly.

Elegant, silent, grinning. I couldn't tell what was going on in Miron's mind just from his facial expression. He let out a squeak, and I imagined the bullet from his gun going straight through my forehead. He'd already pulled the trigger.

But after a few seconds of silence, Miron walked out of the room. His men followed him, then the door closed tightly. They just turned on the wall lights in this room.

My spine felt stiff, and my butt was also numb from sitting for too long. I could see the bright sky outside the window, turning dark. The room was silent, smelling of cinnamon, and depressing.

I've been locked up for six hours. "Oh god, I'm so thirsty," I muttered, my eyes were starting to get dizzy.

Before my vision could completely blur, the door to this room opened. The brighter light from outside dazzled my eyes. Miron stood right in front of me again. "I'll let you go and see how far my prey can run from me," he said.

"What?" I replied in a weak voice

"Do you know why lions like to test their prey?" he grinned