WHEN THE DEVIL MEETS (BOOK1)

𝓒𝓱𝓪𝓹𝓽𝓮𝓻 5

                                 RUI

As the days turn into weeks and the weeks into months, I find myself yearning not only for the world I once knew but also for the fleeting moments of connection I had with Ruvik. Amidst the solitude and confinement, memories of our interactions play like a bittersweet melody in my mind.

I miss those cute moments when Ruvik's enigmatic demeanor would soften, revealing glimpses of vulnerability that made him all the more intriguing. It was in those fleeting instants that I saw a side of him that went beyond the powerful demon god he portrayed.

In the quiet hours of the night, I recall the warmth of his hand when he reached out to hold mine. His touch, though brief, sent a shiver of comfort through me, reassuring me that I was not entirely alone in this unfamiliar world.

I long for those moments when he would look at me, his intense eyes searching mine as if trying to understand the depths of my soul. In his gaze, I felt seen and valued, as if the walls that surrounded us were merely illusions that couldn't hide our true selves from each other.

Even in the midst of this confined existence, those moments with Ruvik fill my heart with a strange mixture of joy and sadness. I wonder if he, too, misses our brief encounters, or if my presence has merely become a distant memory to him.

As I write my stories in the solitude, my mind often wanders to the enigmatic demon god who brought me here. I find myself wondering about his past, his reasons for keeping me in this house, and whether our paths were destined to intertwine.

In the stillness, I cherish those cute moments like precious gems, holding onto them as if they were the only thread connecting us. I yearn for his return, for the chance to share our thoughts and experiences, and to understand the enigma that is Ruvik.

Yet, as much as I long for those moments, I also recognise that this solitude has been a catalyst for my own growth. It has given me the space to explore the depths of my creativity and discover the strength within me.

And so, amidst the longing and the solitude, I continue to write, pouring my heart into the stories that have become my solace. And with each word, I weave a tapestry of emotions that capture not only the fleeting moments with Ruvik but also the essence of who I am, hoping that one day, our paths will cross again, and we will share more than just cute moments, but an understanding of each other's souls.

In the initial days of my confinement, a fierce determination burned within me to escape the walls that held me captive. I tried to find a way out, but my efforts proved futile. Ruvik had thought of every possible means to prevent my escape.

Cameras, like silent sentinels, watched my every move, their unblinking gaze eliminating any possibility of slipping away undetected. The windows that once promised freedom were locked tight and covered with wood from the outside, denying me any glimpse of the world beyond.

My heart pounded with desperation as I rattled the door, trying to break free from the confines of my room. But it too seemed impenetrable, locked firmly, as if mocking my futile attempts at escape.

With each passing day, my hope of leaving this place dwindled, and I began to resign myself to my fate. Ruvik had created a prison that I couldn't outwit, and I found myself at the mercy of his enigmatic intentions.

The longing for freedom gnawed at my soul, and I yearned to feel the embrace of fresh air and sunlight once more.

The only interaction I had with the outside world was when the maid rina, who came to deliver my meals. But even then, our exchanges were brief and guarded, and she seemed to avoid any discussion of my circumstances.

As the days turned into weeks and the weeks into months, I began to accept my confinement as an inescapable reality. Ruvik's intentions remained a mystery, and the reasons behind my imprisonment were shrouded in enigma.

In the midst of this solitude, I continued to write, finding solace in my stories as a means of escape from my physical constraints. The characters I created became my companions, and the worlds I crafted provided a refuge from the loneliness that enveloped me.

But the yearning for freedom never left me. It was a flame that flickered in the darkest corners of my heart, a reminder that beyond these walls, a world awaited me - a world of both uncertainty and possibility.

As the days passed, I couldn't help but wonder what Ruvik's intentions were. Why had he brought me here? And why did he keep me locked away like a hidden secret?

Amidst the mystery that surrounded me, I clung to the hope that one day, somehow, I would find a way to break free from this gilded cage and embrace the world outside once more. Until then, I remained a captive in this enigmatic realm, trying to make sense of the pieces of a puzzle that seemed to have no solution.

Locked away in that desolate room, I couldn't help but yearn for my father and friends. Their faces and voices haunted my thoughts every day, reminding me of the life I once had. How I longed to see them, to embrace them, and feel their warmth again.

But as the days turned into weeks, and the weeks into months, I couldn't shake the feeling that something was off. It was as if my loved ones had vanished from the world, leaving me isolated and abandoned. The pain of their absence cut deep, and I could only hope they hadn't given up on me.

Then there was my manager, the one who had tirelessly worked to get my books to the publishers. I hadn't heard from him in over a year, and that troubled me deeply. I knew he would never leave me hanging like this.

A heavy sigh escaped my lips as I thought of my manager. I couldn't shake the feeling that something had happened to him, something beyond his control. Little did I know that Ruvik, with his powers to compel others, had likely silenced him and taken over the management of my books.

In this desolate place, my thoughts were my only companions. I could only imagine what was happening outside those cold walls. Was the world moving on without me? Were my loved ones searching for me, hoping to find me safe and sound?.

I couldn't help but wonder if Ruvik's powers had compelled my father, friends, and manager to forget me or stop searching for me. It was a chilling thought, but it also made me question everything I knew about my captivity.