Whisper of Devil
Karen had been standing in the rain for God knows how long. Her head hung low, eyes fixed on the wet ground as she swallowed hard again and again.
She kept waiting—until the sharp scrape of metal rang out behind her.
When she turned, the first thing she saw was a pair of headlights cutting through the downpour, blinding her vision.
She raised a hand to her forehead, squinting against the glare.
One man stepped out, opening an umbrella—only to hand it over to someone else. That second figure took the black umbrella and walked straight toward her.
It was him. The last man she wanted to see.
He looked at her with no expression. One hand on the umbrella, the other shoved deep in his pocket.
His voice came low, calm, and calculated.
“What are you doing here?”
Karen licked her cracked lips, lifting her chin to meet his eyes. “I…I’m offering myself to you.”
“I’m not interested anymore,” he said flatly. “Why would I waste my time waiting for you?”
Karen clenched her fists tight, swallowing what little pride she had left. “Because you said it yourself—you wanted my body.”
“You’d sell your body to me?” His words were sharp, unapologetic.
Karen gave a stiff nod.
For a long moment, he said nothing. Then he bent slightly, grabbing her chin with a rough hand, his eyes glinting.
“You know you can’t leave… not unless I decide to let you.”
Karen nodded again.
His mouth curved in the faintest, coldest smile.
“Then get ready, Karen.”
