The Killer's Rose

The Devil Who Saved Me

"W-who are you?" I stammered as the stranger let out a grin, his legs approaching my side.

"There's nowhere to run, sexy... tonight you are mine..." he said.

"Stay away... just stay away..." I reacted, tossing some objects at him, but that didn't seem to stop him from getting closer. Before I knew it, he was standing beside me. His hands tightened in a grasp as he pushed me against the wall, leaving my retort futile.

I felt his hands on my cheek, tracing to my lips. "How can the boss act such? I had my eyes on you at the auction, when you were dragged outside, but before I could even let out a word, my so-called silly boss had to lay a 2 million worth..." I heard him say. But why does that have to do with me? I never wanted any of this. Why must I have to face all this hell in the first place?

"P-please, just let me go..." I pleaded, but it seemed my pleas sounded like a pleasuring sound to his ears as I watched a smirk playing on his lips. "Now that's it..." he said, this time pinning my hand harder against the wall. I felt a sharp stinging feeling on my wrist. His fingers were scraping my hand as tiny blood trickled.

"Argh..." I groaned in pain as he chuckled softly. "Oh my, you just seem to entice me even more..." he said.

This time, his grasp tightened on my neck. "I want to hear your moans... more of them..." he said. And in a single blink, his hands slowly ripped through my clothes.

"No... no... stay away... please stop..." I said. But I should have known better. This hell was a place I was deemed never to escape from.

My eyes shut for that moment, accepting the cruelty fate had lined up for me, but those same closed eyes opened after I heard a loud gunshot.

I gazed upon the same stranger lying there on the ground, bleeding from his left leg as he groaned in pain, crawling some distance away.

I raised my gaze to witness Damien standing right there with a rifle in his grasp.

"D-Damien..." I whispered. A smile played on my lips, but what was this? Was I happy to see the devil? Yet, I couldn't deny the truth that he had just saved me again, just like back at the auction.

As I watched Damien rip a torn piece of his shirt, bandaging my bleeding wrist, he helped me to sit on the bed.

His gaze turned back to the same stranger on the ground, as Damien grabbed the broken glass piece, closing the distance between them. I witnessed him striking the broken piece deep into the man's right leg. Blood splattered as the man groaned even more in pain.

"P-please, boss... I'm sorry, boss..." the man pleaded as Damien stood there, those eyes darkening as they remained glued to the man.

A slam on the door drew my attention to the old man and two other men entering.

"What happened, Damien? I heard the gunshot..." the old man said.

"Let's just say I was taking care of a mole, Uncle Louis..." Damien simply said.

"Take him. I will deal with him later..." he commanded, as the man was dragged outside by the two men. The man's bleeding leg stained the ground with his groaning, which never seemed to cease for the moment.

"Isla?" I heard Damien say my name. His voice jolted me back, only to notice Damien already seated beside me.

He grabbed my wrist, removing the piece of cloth he had used to stop the bleeding. "That scoundrel..." I heard him curse before standing up from the bed and walking towards the cupboard, only to get a first aid kit as he returned to my side.

"Stay still..." Damien said as he treated my wounds. The whole time, my gaze remained on him, trying to process the whole situation even more.

"You should rest now. I will see to it that he pays. Nobody lays a finger on you..." he said, taking to his feet. I watched him and the old man, Uncle Louis, leave the room.

Should I say he acted that way in pretence, since he wanted me to be his son's nanny? But why would a devil like him resort to such? If he wanted, he could simply force his way and make me.

"What is really going on in his head?" I wondered. Every single bit of his actions never seemed to play the same one I heard of in the news.

I laid my head back on the bed, my gaze still remained locked at the door. Even though the stranger had been taken away, I found it hard to let my mind off the scene.

"I just have to find a way, a way out of this place..." To do that, I had to step out of this room. I couldn't stay here in fear. I was sure there would be a passage or just something that would help me to escape.

Even though, weirdly, a side of me felt attached to the boy, but that was because, as innocent as he was, he remained a victim to all this.

I closed my eyes eventually, not knowing when I had fallen asleep.