Married to the Devil

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Pavel slowly opens his eyes, feeling groggy from the effects of the medication that put him into a deep slumber. As his vision clears, he sees Pooh sleeping on the floor, holding his hand tightly. A pang of guilt washes over him as he realizes the worry and care Pooh must have felt during his illness.

Feeling bad for worrying Pooh, Pavel gently strokes his hair. However, his gesture is met with an unexpected reaction. Pooh abruptly grabs Pavel's hand and pushes it away, his tone laced with anger.

"Thanks to Satan, you finally woke up," Pooh says, his voice almost hostile.

Pavel frowns in confusion, unable to comprehend why Pooh is suddenly being so harsh, especially after all the care he showed while Pavel was sick.

Weakly, Pavel asks, "What's wrong?"

"You, bitch! You suddenly got sick and lost a 100 million contract for me!" Pooh snaps, his anger palpable as he gets up from the floor, his voice rising.

Pavel's heart sinks at Pooh's accusation. He struggles to understand why Pooh is blaming him for something beyond his control.

"But... I didn't ask you to..." Pavel begins weakly, his voice trailing off as Pooh's expression turns even more menacing.

"What did you just say, you little bitch?" Pooh hovers over Pavel, his eyes blazing with fury.

Pavel, summoning all his strength, repeats himself, "Did I ask you to take care of me? Why didn't you just let me die? Dying is better than living with—"

Before Pavel can finish his sentence, Pooh's hand clamps down on his cheeks, squeezing harshly and causing him pain. Pavel winces, his breath catching in his throat.

Suddenly, Pooh's expression changes. His grip loosens, and he moves away from Pavel. With an unsettling shift in demeanor, Pooh starts caressing Pavel's cheeks, licking away the tear drops that trickle down Pavel's face.

Then, in a sudden and alarming move, Pooh grabs a glass of water from the bedside table and hurls it against the wall with a loud thud. Pavel flinches at the sound, his heart racing.

Pooh bends down and retrieves a piece of broken glass, hovering menacingly over Pavel. The air in the room feels charged with tension as Pavel braces himself for whatever comes next, uncertain of Pooh's intentions.

Pooh slides that piece of glass over Pavel's face with a meance smile.

" I won't let you , die easily haha, If you die, you die with me " , Pooh says as he licks the piece of glass and  dragging it across his wrist , hovering over Pavel.  

Pavel's scream pierces the air as he watches in horror .

Pooh's blood splattering across the room. Frantically, Pavel begs Pooh to stop, his voice trembling with fear and desperation.

"Pooh, please, don't hurt yourself!" he pleads, his eyes wide with terror.

But Pooh seems unaffected by Pavel's pleas. Instead, he licks his own blood off his wrist, his laughter echoing through the room. His eyes gleam with a disturbing intensity as he leans in close to Pavel.

"Do you wanna taste my blood?" Pooh asks, his voice low and sinister, his teeth stained with blood.

Pavel recoils in horror, the sight and sound of Pooh's deranged behavior overwhelming him. Before he can utter another word, darkness closes in around him, and Pavel's world fades to black as he faints, his body unable to withstand the shock and fear of the moment.

Pooh's actions continue to send shivers down Pavel's spine even in his unconscious state. As Pooh places a kiss on Pavel's face, a cold sense of dread washes over him. Despite his unconsciousness, Pavel can feel the weight of Pooh's unsettling words and actions lingering in the air.

With a mocking laugh, Pooh calls Pavel as his "innocent husband" before leaving the room, leaving Pavel alone with his thoughts and the lingering sense of unease.

In the eerie silence that follows, Pavel remains motionless, his mind swirling with confusion and fear. It's a while before his consciousness fully fades into the depths of unconsciousness, seeking refuge from the disturbing reality that surrounds him.