Devil's Prison

Chapter # 15

Alphonse walked out, leaving Aurelia in the room, all alone.

After he left, she fell on the bed, pushing the hair falling on her face behind, taking rapid breaths.

Pressing her teeth together to realize she is thralled here with no escape from this monster.

“Dammit.” Growling, she slammed her hand on the bed and remained like that.

Alphonse walked out calmly, hands resting in his pockets, his posture was unaffected, walking down the corridor.

“Sir?” His other man, Dennis called, taken aback by his presence so early out of his room.

“What?” He asked, arching a brow at his astonishment.

“You’re.. Um… didn’t you go to see Madam?” He asked hesitantly but unbothered, Alphonse continued to walk down.

“I just did.” He replied, taking out his phone.

“That Ellliot won’t be tranquilized unless I show him his beloved.” He muttered, making a sour face while speaking it.

“Yeah, Louis called. He was causing an uproar.” Dennis replied, lowering his head.

“See. That tormented fish won’t stop and ruin my time and effort as well.” He muttered, pressing his teeth together.

“What are we going to do now?” Dennis asked and with a sinful smirk, he turned to him.

“Get her parents here. I don’t want her to endeavor uselessly in front of him.” He ordered, going to the main hall.

“Yes, Sir.” He bowed out of respect and walked away to fulfill his order.

After he left, Alphonse sat on the couch, resting his one leg over the other and elbow over the armrest, rubbing the side of his face with closed eyes.

The fact she thought he would force her infuriated him, he had countless opportunities to do it.

If I wanted to, I would have drugged your body from the start.

He thought furiously, curling his hands in a fist to contain his fury but failed.

Her lack of faith enraged him immensely. He resented the turns things had taken but there was no return from the path he had chosen.

When he was submerged in his thoughts, Louis called him.

“What is it, Louis?” Alphonse asked in his usual supreme tone.

“Boss..” Louis' uncertain voice came, fearing his reaction.

“Hmm?” Humming, he waited for him to continue.

“Elliot is not settling down. He is arranging to come here…” Louis told him worriedly.

“Arranging?” He asked, furrowing his brows in perplexity.

“With the army.” He completed his sentence in fear.

The fact the whole mess has been created over one woman was unpreferred for anyone.

“I see…” Alphonse trailed off.

They wouldn’t recommend it but-

You have to struggle for your desires after. You lose worth of what is gained hastily.

“What should we do now?” Louis asked but leaning back, he closed his eyes again.

“I will handle it. Did you get his number?” Alphonse asked.

“Yes.”

“Good. Send it to me, I will settle it.” He ordered coldly, getting up from the couch and cutting the call.

After gaining Elliot’s number, he called him, trying to suppress his smirk and the thrill rushing in his veins uncontrollably.

“Hello?” Elliot’s tensed tone came, clearly showing how dismayed he was.

“No need to make such an arrangement, Elliot. You are wasting both yours and my time.” Alphonse responded slowly, evilly.

“How dare you, asshole!? Where have you kept her!? Give her back!” He yelled, losing his forbearance by his low act.

“You don’t have to worry about her. She is at my place… In my room.” He suppressed a menacing laugh to imagine his horrified expression.

“Alphone, don’t you dare to hurt her.” He growled, losing his breath and mind.

“Now, why would I?” He said nonchalantly, pissing him off.

“If you are dying so much for your girl then come alone and take her.” He said casually, the thought of ravaging his dreams made Alphonse excited.

“If she will go along.” He laughed wickedly again, increasing his exploration but his words intensely.

“Don’t you dare to do anything. I will do the worst to you if anything happens to her.” He warned, knowing these are empty words but he won’t tolerate either.

“Okay, we will see but for now. If you want to see your bride, then come.”

And with a serious proclamation, he cut the call without hearing his further words.

Sighing deeply, he forged his perfect image of dominance and went back to his room and saw Aurelia sitting there, drowned in her thoughts.

Gasping when he entered, she raised from the seat and was about to move back but approaching her he grabbed her arm.

“What do you want?” She asked bitterly, narrowing her eyes in hatred but he dragged her to the closet and took out his white shirt.

“Wear it.” He ordered assertively.

“What? Why?” She asked, not liking the thought of wearing his clothes.

“Don’t question me.” He growled, tightening his grip on her arm, wincing at his rough grip she nodded.

“Okay, okay.” She muttered, yanking her hand back the moment he loosened his grip on her arm.

“Wear it and come out.” He said, going back to the room, folding his arms at his chest, stoic features not leaving his face.

“What’s with him?” She mumbled under her breath and went to the bathroom to change.

Unable to comprehend why he said it, she obeyed, not wanting to face his wrath anymore and make things harder for her.

She wore his shirt which reached her just above the knees and came out.

“Is it okay now?” She rudely, rolling her eyes off.

But it enhanced her heart rate when his tempting eyes followed her step as he bit his bottom lips, staring intensely at her.

“W-What?” She asked, perturbed by his predatory eyes scanning her.

Coming closer, he placed his face adjacent to hers, murmuring,

“I was only preparing you.” He whispered, lowering his gaze to her revealing chest.

Placing her hand in the middle, she moved back with a dried throat and scared mind.

“Prepare for what?” She asked hesitantly, afraid of its unbearable answer but he smirked darkly, telling her.

“To present you before your fiancé.”