Semua Bab Owned By The Devil: Bab 11 - Bab 20

AzaleaI didn’t think it could get worse. I thought the screams, the blood, and the metallic stench of agony were the worst things I’d ever experience.But then... the silence came.The silence was so thick and unnatural that it felt like a heavy weight pressing against my chest, suffocating me.No more begging. No more tortured wails. Just the soft drip… drip… drip of blood hitting the floor.My throat tightened as I saw him shift his focus to me, his eyes filled with hunger.Was it my turn now? My turn to be unmade, to be torn apart until I was nothing but meat and memory?Terror crept beneath my skin like insects, multiplying with every passing second his gaze lingered on me.I scrambled backward. My entire body rejected what my mind already knew—there was nowhere to go, nowhere to hide.The walls seemed to curve inward, shrinking my world down to just him and me, with the promise of what was coming.That’s when the horrifying truth dawned on me. He hadn’t just made an example out o

AzaleaHis threat cut through me like a knife, making my blood freeze. I couldn’t speak, overwhelmed by the pounding of my own heart.My sister. My precious, innocent sister. The only family I had left. The only reason I took this terrible job.The mere thought of his vile hands touching her, hurting her—my mind recoiled from the horror of it.“No,” I whispered, all my fight disappearing at once. “Please. I’ll do anything. Just leave her alone. Don’t kill her.”His smile grew wider, showing he had won. He’d discovered the perfect shackle for my soul. He had found my weakest point, so what was the point of my protesting?“That’s what I thought,” he said softly, touching my bruised cheek gently. His touch made my skin crawl. “Now you understand how this works. I own you, bambola (doll). You breathe because I let you.”“I understand,” I said quietly, hating every word but knowing I had no choice.His eyes narrowed. “Wrong reply,” he said with a cold smile.My throat constricted around th

AzaleaI stumbled back from the window, my knees shaking so badly I had to grab the wall to keep from falling.His cold and cruel eyes locked with mine for just a second, sending a chill down my spine. That brief moment was all it took to unsettle me.I pressed my trembling hand over my mouth, trying to stifle the scream welling up in my throat. Despite my efforts, fear seeped through me like poison, paralyzing my legs with a deep-rooted terror that felt ingrained in my very bones.What was I thinking? Listening like some naive girl in a horror movie, hoping the monster wouldn’t notice. Of course, he noticed.I crept away from the window slowly, like I was trying not to wake a sleeping dragon. But he was wide awake, and I was his prey.I made it back to the dining chair and sat down, staring at the empty plate I had just finished eating from.I used to cry easily. Now, I was running out of tears. My body couldn’t even make the sadness anymore.Why? Why me? Why was I cursed to suffer l

AdrianoShe went limp in my arms, blood soaking into the dirt, her breathing shallow and uneven. For a moment, I just stared at her. At this annoying creature. This prey who kept forgetting her place.Why couldn’t she just listen?Today was boring since I had nowhere to go. It was the weekend, so I decided to play a game. A game that could be fun, and she would be the prey.I intentionally put her to the test—to see whether she would make a run or not—and she didn’t disappoint me. Her obedience to me was just for a moment, a moment she could’ve used to run away from me if given the chance.The moment her legs gave out, I could’ve ended it then, the second she ran. But what fun would that be? A predator doesn’t kill for hunger. He kills for control.My mind filled with excitement. She had fallen into my trap. I quickly grabbed my hunting gun before heading out.This forest was my territory, and the thought of her believing she could escape me only added more fun to the game.I watched

Alex, Adriano’s Half-Brother“Son, do you really believe that monster won’t see right through you? That he won’t know you orchestrated the missing files?” my mother, Beauty, asked, walking out of the kitchen. She held a glass of juice and came to sit with me.Her words made my stomach twist. Even she thought I wasn’t smart enough to fool Adriano.“Keep your voice down, Mom,” I said, looking around. “You don’t want Dad to hear, do you?”She smiled, but it looked cold. “No, son. That pathetic old fool always tries to hide things. He thinks I don’t know how much he loves Adriano. I know he loves that boy more than he loves you.”Even my own mother said it out loud. The truth I’d been running from my whole life.“I don’t care about father’s love,” I lied, shrugging my shoulders. But inside, it felt like someone was twisting a knife in my chest. “I just want to take everything that belongs to him.”“Now that’s my boy.” She chuckled beside me. “You inherited my hunger, my willingness to rea