The Devil's Tears

Chapter 3: The House Of The Devil.

After driving for another hour, Veronica and I decided to unwind by indulging in a movie
marathon later that evening. We meticulously planned the perfect spread of mouth-watering
snacks and refreshing drinks to accompany our movie-watching experience. As I look at her, I
can't help but be mesmerized by her beauty, which emanates from her pure heart. She is unlike
anyone I have ever met before. In her presence, I feel like I have found my place in the world.
Ever since the tragedy that struck our family, my sister has moved on and found a way to cope
with the pain. But for me, it's different. The memories of that fateful day continue to haunt me
every night, and I can't seem to shake them off. However, when I'm with her, it's different. She
has a hold over me that brings me peace and happiness. It's hard to explain, but there's
something about her that makes me feel like I can conquer anything, even my inner demons.
"We're almost there, Ms. Veronica," Anderson said, as we approached our destination. I gazed
out the window, I noticed that the sun had already disappeared below the horizon, painting the
sky in a beautiful array of oranges, pinks, and purples. The street lights flickered on one by one,
illuminating the dimming world outside. Even though we were in a forest we could see the
horizon beautifully. It was evident that the day had come to an end, and the night was slowly
enveloping everything in its serene embrace. She turned to me with a smile, and added, "There's
just one thing you need to know. My parents can be quite overwhelming, but they will treat you
like one of their own. Just be you and they will like you like I do.’’ As I contemplated the task
ahead of me, I couldn't help but feel a hint of nervousness creeping up within me. "That seems
doable," I managed to say, trying to sound confident. However, my voice betrayed my true
feelings. Sensing my unease, she spoke up, "Don't be nervous." Despite her reassurances, my
mind was racing with doubts and worries, and her words failed to calm me down. As we
approached, the imposing gate loomed before us, slowly creaking open to reveal a breathtaking
mansion beyond. My eyes widened in wonder as we drove through the gate, taking in the
grandeur of the estate. Veronica chuckled at my expression, but I was transfixed by the stunning
beauty of the mansion before me, feeling as though I had been transported to another world. The intricate details of the architecture and the well-manicured lawns left me amazed. ‘’Welcome to
my home.’’ Veronica said. ''it's beautiful.'' I replied. She took a sip of the drink left in her glass
before placing it down. Anderson opened the door for us as we got up. "We're here, Ms.
Veronica," Anderson said. Veronica thanked him and got out of the limo, holding my hand as I
followed her to the entrance. When we approached the grand entrance, a young maid dressed in
a neat uniform opened the front door and greeted us with a warm smile. ''Welcome back, ms.''
she said in a soft voice, as she stepped aside to allow us to enter. The main hall was nothing
short of breathtaking, with its high ceiling and intricate details on the walls. A magnificent
chandelier, adorned with thousands of sparkling crystals, hung elegantly in the center of the
room, casting a warm glow on everything around it. Suddenly, Veronica's mother appeared from
around the corner, looking as radiant as ever. ''Welcome home, my darling,'' she said, wrapping
her arms around Veronica in a warm embrace. They released each other and she turned to greet
me. "Good afternoon, ma'am," I said politely. "Good afternoon to you too," she replied with a
warm smile. "Please, call me Isadora." "Leo," I responded with a friendly nod. ''Will you two be
joining us for dinner?’’ Isadora asked us. ''Of course. We wouldn't wanna miss your cooking
skills, Mother.'' Veronica said to her. ''Great dinner will be ready in an hour.'' Her mother replied.
Veronica's eyes were gleaming with excitement as she eagerly took my hand and led me
towards the grand staircase that loomed in front of us. As we ascended the steps, I couldn't help
but admire the intricate carvings on the wooden banister and the ornate chandelier that hung
above us, casting a warm glow on our faces. With each step we took, my heart raced with
anticipation of what was to come. Finally, we reached the top of the stairs and Veronica turned to
me with a mischievous grin, leading me down a hallway towards her room. As she inserted the
key into the lock and twisted it, the door to her room creaked open, revealing a stunning space
that took my breath away. She ushered me inside and turned to ask, "And what do you think?"
The room was not only spacious but also luxurious. The air was filled with a pleasant aroma that
left me feeling refreshed. The decor was tasteful and elegant, with plants scattered throughout
the room that were still thriving. To the right of the room was a massive walk-in closet that was
visible through the glass doors. And on the other side of the room was the bathroom, which was
equally impressive in size and style. ''I love what you have done with this place.'' I replied. She
couldn't help but smile at my reply. Her massive two-person bed was centred in the middle of the
room. She made her way towards the bed and turned on the sleek TV mounted on the little table
in front of it. The room was filled with a warm glow as the TV illuminated the space, creating a
cozy and inviting atmosphere. ‘’What movie should we watch first?’’ She asked. ‘’What about that
new movie? I believe it’s called The Hunger Games: The Ballad of Songbirds & Snakes. I love all
the other movies they made of The Hunger Games. ‘’Oh my god. Do you love those movies
too?’’ She asked excitedly. ‘’Yeah of course what’s not to love.’’ I said back. "Now that it's settled,
let's just relax and watch some TV before watching every Hunger Games movie after dinner.’’ I
nodded and continued thinking of movies to watch. We were lying on her soft and cozy bed, she
scrolled through the seemingly endless list of TV channels. After what seemed like an eternity,
she finally found something that caught her attention and she moved closer to me, snuggling in
the warmth of my embrace. With her arms wrapped tightly around me, she nestled her head on
my chest, letting out a contented sigh. I could feel her breath warm against my skin, and the
sound of her gentle breathing was a soothing melody to my ears. "You're quite comfy." Her words
made me chuckle, and I couldn't help but feel a sense of warmth in that moment. As I sat lost in
my own thoughts, ruminating over the events of the day, the time seemed to have flown by
quickly. Before I knew it, there was a gentle knock on the door, and I snapped back to reality. It
was one of the maids, announcing that dinner was ready. I smiled at her and thanked her for
letting us know. I looked down and noticed that Veronica had dozed off in my arms, her face calm
and peaceful. I held her close and took in the moment, feeling the warmth of her body against
mine, her gentle breathing a soothing lullaby. I couldn't help but be grateful for this moment of tranquillity amidst the chaos of life. Slowly, I woke her up trying to be gentle. ‘’What’s going on?’’
She asked. ‘’Dinner’s ready.’’ I replied. As we got up from the bed, I could feel a sense of
relaxation in my body, but I was still a bit tired. Veronica, on the other hand, seemed to have
more energy. She led the way as we made our way downstairs. I followed her, taking in the
surroundings of the house as we walked through the halls. The walls were adorned with beautiful
paintings and the floors were made of polished wood that gleamed in the sunlight. Finally, we
arrived at the dining room, where we could smell the delicious aroma of our dinner. We were
immediately greeted by her mother. As we stood at the doorway, my heart started to race. I was
nervous, uncertain of what to expect as It was the first time I met Veronica's father. When he
finally appeared, I extended my hand and introduced myself. "Hello Sir, I'm Leo," I said with a
smile. He shook my hand firmly and replied, "Call me Maxwell." His warm demeanour
immediately put me at ease and we exchanged a few pleasantries before he welcomed me into
their home. It was just like Veronica's mother did earlier in the evening, making me feel like part
of their family. Veronica’s mother asked us to take a seat, and Veronica immediately inquired
about the whereabouts of her brother. Her mother replied that he couldn't make it for dinner as
he was at the gym. I carefully pulled out my chair and sat down, taking in the inviting aroma of
the food that Isadora was placing on the table. The table was filled with an array of delicious
dishes, and Isadora had put so much effort into making everything look and taste perfect.
Veronica sat to my right, and I felt comfortable and welcomed in her company. Her father sat at
the head of the table, and we all eagerly awaited the start of the meal. My surprise knew no
bounds when I realized that her parents were not the strict and unapproachable kind I had
expected them to be. On the contrary, they were warm, hospitable, and showered me with
kindness and affection. As soon as her mother sat down, I took the opportunity to express my
gratitude for inviting me over and complimented the delicious food laid out on the table. It had
been a while since I had enjoyed such a scrumptious meal, and memories of my own mother's
cooking came flooding back to me. I can still remember the last dinner she cooked for me and
my sister. I wish I could go back to her again, but school is more important and safe, she said.
The food disappeared quickly, leaving us all laughing and content. Veronica's mother was
friendly, asking typical questions about my age and interests. However, her father seemed more
curious and direct. He asked me a pointed question: "What kind of relationship do you wanna
have with Veronica?" I didn't hesitate to answer truthfully. ‘’Just friendship, sir. She makes me
feel better than anyone else." But then he pushed further. "Nothing more than friends?" Veronica
tried to help me, but I took a deep breath and said: "No, sir. I'm not interested in girls." The words
slipped out without me even really thinking about it. Veronica looked up at me, a knowing smile
on her face. Her father, on the other hand, was stunned. But I didn't feel embarrassed or
ashamed. It was just the truth, and I was happy to have said it out loud. My heart was racing with
both anticipation and anxiety as I looked at Veronica's parents, wondering how they would react
to my confession. Despite my fears, I trusted Veronica with my whole heart, and I knew that I had
to be honest with her. Then her mother's reassuring words cut through my nerves like a warm
knife through butter. "That's okay," she said, her voice gentle and kind. "We won't treat you any
differently, honey." I breathed a sigh of relief, grateful that she was so accepting of my feelings.
But as I glanced at Veronica's father, I noticed a proud smile on his face. It was clear that he had
something up his sleeve, and the anticipation of what he might do next was almost too much to
bear. Despite my initial nervousness, I was filled with a sense of hope and joy. After all, I had
finally shared my true feelings with the people whom I could trust. Suddenly, a loud bang echoed
through the house, startling everyone. Veronica's mother quickly stood up from the dining table to
investigate the source of the noise. "It's probably your brother again," Veronica's father said, his
tone filled with disappointment. "If he would just be like you, we wouldn't have all these
problems," he continued, addressing Veronica. However, Veronica stood up for her brother and
defended him, saying, "Father, he might have his flaws, but he's trying his best to cope with his feelings." As they were talking, Isadora, Veronica's mother, returned to the room with a sad
expression on her face. "It's Kaden," she said, her voice heavy with worry. As they all looked on,
the maids came in to clear the dining table, and Veronica's father went over to hug his wife,
offering her comfort. Veronica's face contorted with anger as she stood up, determined to make
her brother pay for what he had done. Her father's stern voice interrupted her thoughts, "The east
wing is forbidden for you, Veronica, and you know it." She felt her frustration mounting at his
words. "Why can't I go there? What's so bad about the East wing?" she asked him, her tone
laced with defiance. She was determined to get an answer. Veronica's eyes narrowed as she
stared at her father, waiting for an explanation. "It's just not meant for your eyes," he replied, his
tone firm and final. Veronica couldn't believe what she was hearing. "You never let me in the
family business, are you?" she asked, her frustration and disappointment evident in her voice.
Her father's response was just as unwavering. "No, it's not open for discussion, daughter." The
tension in the room was palpable and Veronica was about to protest when her mother
intervened. "Let's not do this in front of our guest," she said, her voice calm but firm, effectively
putting an end to the conversation. Veronica bit her lip, feeling defeated and unsupported by her
own mother. "Come on, Leo. Let's get out of here. They don't love their own daughter as much
as their own son. We got nothing to do here." Despite her father's desire to speak up, his wife
tapped his arm, signalling for him to remain silent. Veronica stormed out of the room, and I
quickly followed her. As we made our way out, a maid accidentally dropped a plate of dirty
dishes, causing a loud clatter. "I'm so sorry," the maid said, dressed in a tight uniform that
seemed too small for her. Veronica was taken aback by this and immediately began to help her
pick up the pieces. I joined in, and then the head butler arrived on the scene. "What do you guys
think you are doing?" the head butler demanded, looking agitated. "It's her job now go and do
what you highly privileged people do.’’ "We were just trying to help," I said, my voice filled with
empathy. However, the head butler's response was far from what we expected. "Help? People
like you don't help!" he sneered, his words dripping with venom. We were taken aback by the
sudden turn of events and felt the heavy weight of disappointment settling in. As we turned to
leave, the head butler's disgusted expression only added insult to injury. We walked up the
ornate staircase, our footsteps echoing in the deserted hallway, feeling hurt and rejected. Despite
the head butler's rude behaviour, we knew we had done the right thing by offering our help. As
we walked down the hallway, the sound of our footsteps echoing through the empty space, we
finally arrived at her room. With a gentle push, I closed the door behind us, shutting out the
outside world and leaving us in a cocoon of privacy. The room was dimly lit, the soft glow of a
lamp casting shadows on the walls. As my eyes adjusted to the light, I took in the details of the
room - the neatly made bed, the framed photographs on the dresser, the book lying open on the
nightstand. ''I'm going to shower. You can go after me.'' Veronica said with a smile still trying to
make the rest of the night a blast. I gave a slight nod and settled onto the bed, my fingers tapping
a steady rhythm on my phone screen as I waited for her to finish. The sound of the shower
running in the background was a soothing white noise, and I found myself lost in my online
browsing. Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, the sound of the water ceased, and I knew
she was finished. She then finally emerged from the room, dressed in her comfortable pyjamas.
She sat down on the bed, and I slowly got up, making my way to the bathroom. I closed the door
behind me, letting out a deep breath as the left-behind steam filled my lungs. I walked towards
the full-length mirror, feeling the coolness of the tiles beneath my bare feet. With a small sigh, I
reached down and undid the buckle of my belt, pulling it free from the loops of my jeans. As I set
the belt aside, I carefully removed the silver jewelry adorning my neck and wrists and placed
them gently on the dresser's surface. Finally, I slipped off my socks and stretched my arms. I
slowly unbuttoned my shirt, revealing the toned muscles of my abdomen. I had spent countless
hours working out, driven by my own insecurities. But now, as I stood there in the warm glow of
the light, I felt a sense of pride and accomplishment. My arms, now with muscle, glistened in the light and perfectly complemented my chiselled abs. It was a moment of satisfaction, knowing that
all my hard work had paid off in the form of a body that I was proud of. I unzipped my pants
slowly, feeling the cool metal of the zipper against my fingertips. With a gentle tug, I pushed them
down my legs, freeing myself from their confines. As I stepped out of them, I couldn't help but
admire my black Lacoste boxers, their sleek design and soft fabric a testament to their quality. I
stood there for a moment, savouring the feeling of freedom and the sight of my bulge in all its
glory. Slowly caressing my 7.5 Inch cock. Pleasing myself is one of my favourite things to do. It
feels really good. I slowly removed my boxers and felt a sense of relief as I breathed in the fresh
air. I stood there for a moment, admiring my physique and flexing my muscles. I began to
massage each muscle group, feeling the tension released with every stroke. The sensation was
invigorating and I couldn't help but smile as I continued to work on my body. I slowly walked
towards the shower and when I reached for the handle of the glass door it slowly slid open,
revealing the steamy interior of the shower. With a twist of the knob, the warm water began to
flow, and I took a step forward into the cascading stream. The sensation of the water droplets
hitting my skin was invigorating, and I couldn't help but let out a contented sigh. I felt the warm
water cascade over my body, enveloping me in a soothing embrace. The sensation was blissful,
and I took a moment to savour it before picking up the bar of soap. I rubbed it between my
palms, creating a thick lather that coated my skin in a gentle foam. I started at my chest and
worked my way down, scrubbing away the dirt and grime of the day. As I moved my hands over
my legs, I noticed the tension in my muscles start to fade. The water and soap worked together
to wash away the stress of the day, leaving me feeling lighter and more relaxed. I took a deep
breath and let the water wash over me, cleansing my mind as well as my body. Next, I turned my
attention to my hair, letting the water soak it through before applying a dollop of shampoo. The
scent of the shampoo filled the air and the sound of the music in the background helped me
relax. I then applied a generous amount of conditioner to my hair, making sure to evenly
distribute it from the roots to the tips. Then, I let it sit for about 5 minutes, allowing the conditioner
to penetrate deeply into my hair strands and nourish them. Finally, I rinsed it out thoroughly with
warm water, making sure to remove all traces of the conditioner from my hair. After I cleaned
everything up, I started massaging my chest, all the way down to my cock. Then I grabbed it with
my other hand and slid my foreskin back and forth making my prostate tingle. A soft moan
escaped my mouth as I went faster. While trying different ways to masturbate a knock occurred
at the door. ‘’Are you almost done? I have the movie ready.’’ Veronica yelled through the door
initially making me stop and soft. ‘’Be right there!’’ I yelled back while quickly turning the shower
off. I turned the glass doorknob, feeling the coolness of the smooth surface beneath my palm. As
I stepped out of the shower, I felt the warmth of the steam-filled bathroom embrace me. Water
droplets cascaded down my body, forming small puddles on the tile floor. I reached for the plush
towel hanging on the rack, feeling the softness against my skin as I began to dry myself off,
starting from my head and working my way down to my toes. I suddenly realized that I had
forgotten to bring my sleepwear. It had completely slipped my mind that I hadn't been back in my
dorm since I left for school. I started to feel anxious as I thought about spending the night without
some proper clothing. However, I was lucky enough to have some clean boxers with me, but
unfortunately, I had nothing else to wear to bed. I was ashamed of myself that I hadn’t thought of
going to my dorm first. To make it even worse my clean boxers were in the bedroom. I quickly
wrapped the towel snugly around my waist. Taking a deep breath, I opened the bathroom door
leading into the bedroom. My eyes were met with the sight of Veronica. ‘’I forgot my boxers.’’ I
said laughing awkwardly. ‘’It’s okay you can put them on. I won’t look.’’ She said giggling. Just as
she turned away, I quickly dropped the towel and reached for the boxers that were lying on the
bed and put them on. After I had them on, I turned back towards her, feeling much more
comfortable and at ease. ‘’You can turn back around now.’’ I said laughing too. She was lying on
the bed, her hand gently placed next to her, fingers slightly curled as if beckoning me to come closer. I hesitated, feeling self-conscious in just my boxers, but her warm gaze and inviting smile
put me at ease. With a deep breath, I made my way over to her side and carefully lay down, my
body trembling with anticipation. As I settled in beside her, She smiled at me. ‘’You know you
have nothing to be ashamed of. It’s big not gonna lie.’’ She said while flirting in a friendly way. It
made me laugh as she pulled herself closer to me, making our bodies touch. I felt the warmth of
her skin against mine. Snuggling she dimmed the lights and pressed play on the remote. The
movie began playing and I could feel a chill in the air, so I pulled the soft, cozy sheets over us,
creating a cocoon of warmth and comfort. The dimly lit room added to the ambiance, making our
movie night feel even more special. She then placed her head on my chest with her hands on my
abs. The night was quiet and peaceful as she drifted off into slumber within a short span of time. I
gazed at her serene face, feeling a sense of contentment, and then, closing my eyes, I gently
whispered, "Goodnight" to her before dozing off myself. I hope it won’t come back tonight. Even if
it is just for one night.