The Devil’s Embrace

"Yara, someone's looking for you!" shouted her friend, who worked as a cashier.Yara frowned, wiped her hands on her green apron, and walked towards the door. However, her steps were halted when a tall man stood right in front of her. She didn't recognize the man."May I help you, sir?" she asked, smiling kindly at him.The man didn't answer. Instead, he grabbed Yara's arm quickly."Wait, what are you doing? Let go of me!" cried Yara, trying to pull her hand away, but the man's grip was too strong.Without a word, the man dragged Yara out of the shop. Sarah could only look on in fear, not knowing what to do.Yara was forced into a luxurious black car that was waiting outside. Despite her cries for help, the car sped away from the small street where the flower shop was located.After a few minutes of traveling in suspense, the car stopped in front of a large mansion with a high fence. The car door was opened, and Yara was dragged back inside."Let go of me! What do you want from me?" y

In another room."Sir, you want to make that little girl fall in love with you, but you treat her like an animal? Isn't that too much, Mr. Damian?" said Hugo, the assistant, even though in his heart he knew his words were risky.Damian, who was lighting his cigar, looked at Hugo with a sharp gaze. "Are you trying to teach me how to deal with women, Hugo?" snapped Damian."Sorry, sir! I'm not teaching, but giving an opinion. Your actions will only make her hate you more. Doesn't Mr. Damian want to make that little girl fall in love with him?"Those words echoed in Damian's head throughout the night. After a few moments of silence in his chair, he decided to go to Yara's room.When he opened the door, Damian was stunned to see Yara still in the same place—wrapped in a thin blanket, her body looking weak, and her eyes still puffy. Yara didn't even bother to cover her naked body; she just glanced at Damian with a hateful look."What do you want, Mr. Damian? Do you want to torture me again

Ten o'clock at night.Damian opened the bedroom door with a tray in his hand. On it was a bowl of warm soup and a glass of orange juice. His steps were slow. As he approached Yara, she immediately fixed him with a sharp, hateful stare."Eat," Damian said simply as he placed the tray on the small table beside the bed.Yara didn't answer; she just looked away. Her hands were still bound in chains, leaving her little choice, but she wasn't about to show weakness in front of the man."Yara, I don't want to argue. Eat now," Damian said more firmly, picking up a bowl of soup and holding a spoon. He sat on the edge of the bed, trying to feed Yara."Don't touch me," Yara refused."Don't be stubborn. You need to eat," Damian retorted, bringing the spoon to Yara's mouth.Yara turned her face away violently. "I'd rather starve to death than accept anything from you."Damian's thin patience was running out. His jaw hardened. "I've tried to be nice, Yara. Don't force me to use other means." Yara

In the ICU of a hospital located quite a distance from Damian's mansion, Yara stood by her mother's bedside. Her body was wrapped in an oversized nurse's uniform, a mask partially covered her face, and large glasses almost fell off her nose. Her eyes were red, not just from lack of sleep, but from the incessant crying since she managed to get there. Yara grasped her mother's thin, drooping hand tightly. "Mom... please wake up," she whispered while trying to hold back sobs. Her tears dripped between her mother's cold fingers. "I'm already here. I'll take care of you. I won't let him touch me again." Her mother's face looked pale, with a breathing apparatus and various medical wires connected to her body. The sight broke Yara's heart. Yara closed her eyes, remembering how she had escaped. She waited until the night was completely silent, then took advantage of the guard who was asleep in a chair by the door. Carefully, she opened the window of the room and climbed out using a cloth t

After two full days of Yara being locked up underground, Damian finally decided to set her free. The heavy metal door creaked as Damian opened it. The light from the corridor streamed in, illuminating Yara who sat in the corner of the room with a cold stare. "Get out," Damian said firmly. He stood in the doorway, staring at Yara expressionlessly. Yara stood up slowly, her body weak, but she showed no fear. Her steps slowly approached Damian, and once she was in front of the man, she gave him a cynical look. "You finally remember that I'm still human?" she quipped. Damian ignored the comment. He turned his body around and walked towards the stairs. "Follow me. And don't try to cause any more trouble." Yara snorted softly, but she followed Damian anyway, even though her steps felt heavy. When they reached the living room of the mansion, Yara sat down on the large sofa without waiting for permission. Damian gave her a quick glance, but didn't say anything. He knew she hadn't give