Deal With The Devil - S01 E09

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Deal With The Devil - S01 E09

Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 9

❝A lonely life❞

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A week. A freaking week that I've been married my so called husband. A week that I've been on this floor. I've never even gone outside, because apparently I'm not allowed to go outside or anywhere. The only place that I can be on in this massive mansion is the guest floor. Not once have I been anywhere else. For the whole week I've not seen the man that I'm married to and I'm not sure if that is a good thing or not. I've not even seen a single soul this entire week and I'm going insane here.

But I do know that people do come here when I'm sleeping. Well not that often, I've only noticed it about once. It's super creepy but the first night that I stayed here after the wedding, and I had no clothes or anything. I woke up to the closet filled with clothes my size. There were even bras and panties, which is really creepy. Otherwise, I've seen no signs that people have come here at night, leaving me completely all alone on this floor. Cut off from the rest of the world. 45

I have no phone, and no internet. There is a TV but it needs internet to work and there isn't one. I'm just thankful that there is heat here otherwise I would die. Talking about dying, the food is starting to run out. I cook three meals a day for me and the fridge is running out of food for me, and everything is running out. I suppose I will have to find away to tell him, tell anyone. And perhaps get a phone while I'm at it. I miss everyone. I even miss talking to people. I've only myself and I don't talk to myself like a crazy person. I haven't heard my own voice speak in a week.

With every day I feel myself going insane, it might not be that very long but every second of every day is spent with only yourself in boredom can make you go insane. I have nothing here, nothing that belongs to me, nothing that I can do. I don't belong here and with every night I feel that. I'm the only married woman in the world that has never had more than two hours with her husband and by that I mean the only time I've spent with him are two hours, like ever.

I've also explored this entire floor, the guest floor and now I know where everything is. I know in which room I'm in and where to find the bathroom and kitchen and the living room. I really don't like this place but no one cares about me. Would that devil even care if I ran out of food and just died out of hunger? Would anyone care? The thought of that does bring tears to my eyes. No one, not even my own family cares about me. I'm all alone.

Sitting on the bed with my back against the wall, I drag my knees closer to my chest and hug them. Letting a few tears roll down my cheeks. I know my family doesn't care much about me but I care about them and I pray that I can see my little siblings again, I miss them so much. But, I don't think I will be seeing anyone for some time now, might be never. I glare at the wedding dress on the floor. I left it there, I have no need for it anymore and I don't care for it anymore, I never did anyway. 13

That dress can go to hell for all I care, I never want to see it again. I accidentally let out a sob as more and more tears run down my face, and I can't stop them. Crying every night before I go to bed is something that has become a habit of mine now, and each night I'd pray for someone to be there for me, to comfort me but every night I'm let down when I find myself alone in here like I've always been. It doesn't matter how much I pray, it will never happen.

With the sleeve of my hoodie that I used to sleep in, I wipe away the tears on my face, not even caring about the fact that it will get stained with tears. Watching the wall in front of me is the only thing that I have as entertainment, just staring at it. I truly feel like I'm in a prison, or even worse than a prison. I'm all alone, I can't leave and I can't contact anyone, not even the staff that work in this mansion or even the man that I'm married to.

I only have myself and myself alone and I'm not the strong type. I'm not the one that will be able to pick the piece and move on with my life and be whole, that's not me. I've never been that person and I don't think that I will never be that person. Taking a few deep breaths, I try to calm down as I lie down on the bed and I close my eyes. Sleeping is honestly the best thing in the world in this place, when I'm asleep I don't feel alone anymore. Then again I'm asleep, I'm not conscious.

Just as I was about to fall asleep, I hear something that breaks me away from my dream or falling asleep. I slowly open my tired eyes to only see darkness. I blink lazily a few times before I start seeing shadows and outlines of everything in the room. I can't see very much and I'm so tired. I just put my head back on the pillow and close my eyes once again. But, just as I was about to close my eyes, I start seeing the outlines of a man, but by the time that my brain had processed it, I had already fallen asleep again.