He Is The Devil.
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Her mind went blank, stunned into silence.
He embodied the very essence of the word "EXTRAORDINARY."
"W-who are you?" She stuttered, her voice trembling.
"I'm the man named after Armageddon," he said, a hint of amusement dancing in his eyes. "People call me DON, but you can call me by my name: DIEGO."
Her words caught in her throat. "You're...you're..." She couldn't finish the sentence.
"Stunning?" Diego suggested, praising himself with a smirk. "I know."
She rolled her eyes inwardly. What a narcissist!
"You're not exactly what I expected," she said, her voice barely above a whisper. "You look...human."
His laughter boomed through the room, echoing off the walls as he doubled over, holding his stomach. "Hahahaha!"
Diego's tone shifted, becoming authoritative and commanding. "But what are you doing on the sofa? Why aren't you on the bed?"
Claria burst out laughing, her amusement tinged with mockery. "Why? And what's with that face?" She scoffed.
"You are now my mistress," He stated. "What do you think you're doing?"
Her laughter turned sarcastic. "Stop kidding!"
"Do I look like someone who cracks jokes? Didn't the maids tell you to satisfy me?"
His gaze intense. He took a step closer to Claria, his movements fluid and deliberate.
"I'm sorry, that's not going to happen," She said as she backed away from him.
"I didn't ask for your opinion, it's an order," He commanded.
"And I said it's impossible!" She exclaimed, already on her feet, poised for flight.
"I won't repeat myself," He warned, he sat on the bed.
She sprinted to the door, frantically trying to open it, but it wouldn't budge. "Help! Help me!" she screamed.
"No one can hear you," He said, as he stalked towards her. "Besides, they're not at the door."
Her eyes widened in terror. "Get away from me, you monster!" she pleaded.
"Why are you doing this to me?" she asked, desperation creeping into her voice. "What do you want from me?"
"Too many questions with answers you already know," He said, rolling his eyes.
"No. 1: The man you killed at the bar owed me a debt worth billions. He stole my gold, and I don't take that lightly."
"No. 2: You spoiled my fun," he continued, his tone devoid of emotion. "You were the first human to survive after interrupting my playtime with my pets. And by saving that man, you gave him another chance to repeat his crimes."
Her voice trembled with outrage. "You call that fun? That was torture!"
Diego's breath whispered against her skin, sending shivers down her spine. "And what do you expect from a monster?"
He loomed over her, his eyes fixed on her trembling lips. He lifted her off the ground and tossed her onto the bed.
"Don't make me go rough," he warned, his voice icy.
She struggled to break free from his grip, but he was too strong, his fingers digging into her skin like vice grips.
In desperation, she sank her teeth into his shoulder, biting down hard until she tasted the metallic tang of his blood.
But to her shock, he didn't flinch. His blood was eerily cold, and she spat it out, horrified. As she looked up at him, she saw his wound heal before her eyes, leaving no scar or mark.
"Do you think I'm called a monster just because of my personality?" he smirked, With a sudden motion, he slammed her back against the bed, pinning her down.
"I'm called a monster because I am a monster," he said, his voice devoid of emotion.
He reached for the handcuffs beside the bed and swiftly secured her hands and legs to the bedframe. Claria didn't even realize what was happening until he told her.
He carefully removed her heels and placed them gently on a nearby table.
"I never wanted to go rough, but I think it's my only choice, since my soul longs for you," he said, his smile sending shivers down her spine.
He tore her clothes open. Claria pleaded, her voice trembling. "Please... Please don't do this, just let me go."
He sighed, his eyes gleaming with an unsettling intensity. "What can I do? My soul really longs for you."
"You motherfucking bastard!!! I'll kill you!!! Darn it!!!" Her words turned vile as she struggled against the restraints.
He opened his broad chest, revealing a massive scar.
"Why do you have a scar? I thought you were a monster?" She sneered, trying to stall.
He pointed at the scar with a wide grin. "This? When I was six, I bit a chunk of flesh out of my father's arm. He tore me open and fed one of my kidneys to me, saying my limbs might come in handy someday. The kidney tasted like s**t, but I ate it until there wasn't a drop of blood left. He sewed me back up, making this scar a permanent lesson." He roared with laughter.
"Was that a joke?" Claria asked, her voice trembling. The darkness of his childhood was more than that of a horror.
His eyes remained cold. "Does it sound like one?"
She felt a shiver run down her spine as he continued, "He fed me raw meat, made me eat my favorite horses and dogs alive... it tasted both good and awful. I remember trying to vomit, but I couldn't."
His lips curled into a grotesque smile.
"Monster!" Claria cursed.
"Yeah, I am one," he replied, his grin twisting further.
Her curiosity got the better of her. "So, you killed him?"
He chuckled. "No, he's still alive... he just hasn't found me yet."
"Why didn't you kill him?"
"I owe him my life," he replied. "He saved me when scientists tried to kill me the moment I was... completed."
"Completed?" She raised an eyebrow, her mind racing with questions.
He chuckled. "Oh, hearthrob, you're so curious. Asking all these questions is making me want to tear you open and eat your liver... maybe you'll survive." His grin turned creepy as he stared at her lower abdomen. "But don't worry, I won't do that."
His warm breath whispered against her ear, sending goosebumps down her spine as he tucked her hair behind her ear.
Her mind reeled in horror. Was he serious? Her liver?...
Who was this guy, really? A werewolf? A vampire? But those were just fictional creatures... weren't they? Her curiosity turned to horror as she felt a searing pain.
"Agrrrrhhhhhhhhh!" she screamed, her body arching in agony.
"Why? Why? Why?" she sobbed, her mind reeling in shock.
He was the human reincarnation of the devil himself. The thought sent her struggling against the cuffs, but they were impossible to break.
"I'm sorry, hearthrob," he whispered, his creepy smile twisting his face.
Claria's body trembled uncontrollably, her fear crawling all over her like living things.
"Who is this guy?" Claria whispered to herself, tears streaming down her face.
"You shouldn't have done this," she barely managed to whisper.
He slowly pulled out, only to discover blood flowing out of her.
"What?" he choked on his spit. "You're... You're... a... a... hahaha!" He burst into laughter and forced his way into her again, his actions brutal and merciless.
TO BE CONTINUED...
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