HIS DARK OBSESSION: Sold to Devil

Episode2: BELONGS TO DEVIL NOW

The car stopped in front of a massive mansion.

The place looked like it was screaming: _You've entered the devil's world. No escape now._

Mr. Blackwood stepped out. "Come out, Snow White." He opened my door.

I stepped onto the gravel, walking into the mansion. Marble pillars swallowed the headlights. My neck hurt from looking up. Everything felt so scary and dangerous.

A maid appeared. "Oh, young master, you've returned." Her smile vanished when she saw me. Eyebrows knitting, she asked, "Young master, who is she?"

"Miss Canel, she is my—" He looked at me. A smirk tugged his lips. "For now, let's say she's my prey."

Miss Canel blinked, confused. She was a middle-aged woman with sharp eyes.

"Take her to my room, Miss Canel. I have work to do." He started to leave, but I stepped in front of him.

"In your room? Why? Does your mansion not have other rooms?"

He closed the distance, fingers clenching my jaw. His whisper burned my ear. "Don't forget. Your father sold you to me. You're mine. And I keep an eye on what's mine." He let go. "And one more thing. How can I trust you won't run, little forest?"

"You'll live in my room, Snow White. Whether you like it or not. understood?"

I opened my mouth to argue, but he pressed a finger to my lips. "I have important work to do. So if you want to fight—" His breath grazed my ear. "—let's fight in my room when I get back. Okay, Snow White?"

He smirked and left in his car. I see his disappearing figure.

Miss Canel showed me to his room.

The door was black. Miss canel pushed it open “Master's room don't touch anything."

I stepped in. Black bedsheet. Black walls. No colour. No warmth. A room like him.

The window had bars. Actual iron bars.My stomach dropped. I'm a prisoner.

I walked to the bed it smell like him expensive cologne and something darker. danger.

I sank onto his bed, scanning the space.Now I'm in the devil's bed. Because my father sold me.

Exhaustion crashed into me after everything that happened today. I lay down. Seconds later, sleep took me.

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"Mr. Blackwood, please have mercy. Please let me go!" a man sobbed. Blood dripped from his lip onto his torn suit. one eye was swallow shut.

Mr. Wang was tied to a chair. Wounds covered his body. Anyone who saw him would feel the pain just by looking.

"Mr. Wang, you should know devils don't have hearts. There's no place for kindness or love in my world. Understood?"

Damein circled him. slow. Like a predator

playing with food. "You stole 20 million from me , Mr. wang"

“I'll Pay! I swear I'll—"

Damein's boot slammed into chair. Wood cracked. Mr. Wang screamed.

"Mr. Blackwood, I'm sorry I betrayed you. Please, just kill me," Mr. Wang pleaded.

An evil laugh echoed through the dark basement.He pulled a knife from his jacket. The blade caught the single bulb single bulb hanging above. “You begged for death. I don't give people what they beg for".

He stood. Adjusted his cufflinks. like he wasn't standing in a room that smelled of blood. “let him think about his choice ”.

He turned and left the basement. Mr. Wang's begging echoed after him. But there was no use. Because Devils don't have heart. They don't look back. They don't feel guilty.

I jolted awake.

He was at foot of the bed. watching me.

“Bad dreame, Snow white?"