Married to the Devil

6

That night, Pooh led Pavel to a gloomy, abandoned house deep in the forest. The place reeked of blood, the air thick with a sickening, rotten smell. Pavel followed Pooh reluctantly, his stomach churning with nausea.

 As they walked, Pavel stepped on something squishy. When he looked down, he realized with horror that it was a severed hand.

He screamed, the sound echoing through the desolate house. Pooh laughed at his reaction, the sound chilling and devoid of humor.

"Don't worry," Pooh said with a smirk, taking Pavel's hand and leading him further into the house.

They entered a dimly lit room, the air oppressive with an eerie silence. In the center of the room, a person was tied to a chair, their eyes covered with a white cloth. Pavel's heart pounded in his chest as he took in the scene, his nerves on edge.

Pooh walked over to the bound person and roughly yanked off the cloth covering their eyes. Pavel gasped as he recognized the face. It was Nut, his ex-boyfriend, the man who had sexually assaulted him years ago. The sight of him brought back a flood of painful memories, and Pavel's knees threatened to give way beneath him.

"P- Pooh, what is this?" Pavel asked, his voice trembling.

Pooh turned to him, his expression hard. "This is your chance," he said coldly. "Your chance to take back control. To confront the man who hurt you."

Pavel's mind raced, a whirlwind of fear, anger, and confusion. He couldn't believe what was happening. "Pooh, I can't... I don't want this," he stammered.

Pooh's eyes softened slightly, but his resolve remained firm. "You told me that you would prove me that you love me , don't you."

"B- but i don't want to kill him , please let him go... "

Nut, now awake and aware of his surroundings, began to struggle against his bonds, fear evident in his eyes. "Pavel, please," he begged, his voice shaking. "Let me go. I'm sorry for what I did. I was wrong."

Pavel felt a surge of conflicting emotions. He had spent years trying to bury the pain Nut had caused him, and now here he was, face to face with his past tormentor. But Pavel didn't want to kill anyone , he had a pure heart , he forgave Nut with the help of countless therapists.

Pooh stepped closer to Pavel, his voice gentle but insistent. "You don't have to forgive him, Pavel."

Pavel took a deep breath , his heart pounding in his chest as Pooh placed a revolver in his hands. Pavel's hands trembled in unknown fear. 

 Pooh stood beside Pavel, his presence steady and unyielding. He gently took the revolver from Pavel's trembling hands, his touch both reassuring and firm. "Arch your hands," Pooh instructed softly, his voice calm but insistent.

Pavel, his body shaking with fear and emotion, did as he was told, raising his hands. Pooh positioned himself behind Pavel, his arms enveloping him, steadying both Pavel's hands and the revolver. Tears began to brim in Pavel's eyes, blurring his vision as the weight of the situation pressed down on him.

"Stay strong," Pooh whispered, his breath warm against Pavel's ear. "This is your moment."

3,2,1.. let's go baby....

Pavel nodded, though his heart pounded fiercely in his chest. Pooh tightened his grip on the revolver and Pavel's hands, and then, without hesitation, pulled the trigger five times in rapid succession.

The gunshots echoed loudly in the small room, each one reverberating through Pavel's body. Tears streamed down his face as he felt the power of each shot, the recoil jarring but also strangely cathartic. He could feel the release of years of pent-up pain and fear with each pull of the trigger.

As the final shot rang out, the room fell into an eerie silence, broken only by Pavel's quiet sobs. Pooh slowly lowered the revolver, his arms still wrapped around Pavel protectively.

"You did it," Pooh said softly, his voice filled with a mixture of pride and sorrow. "You proved me how much you love me "

Pavel turned to face Pooh, his face streaked with tears. "I... I don't know how to feel," he admitted, his voice shaky.

Pooh wiped a tear from Pavel's cheek with his thumb, his touch gentle. "It's okay," he said. "You don't have to know right now. 

Pavel nodded, leaning into Pooh's embrace. They stood there together, holding each other, as the weight of what had happened began to sink in. For the first time in a long while, Pavel felt a glimmer of hope, a sense that maybe, just maybe, he could begin to heal.

Pooh guided Pavel out of the abandoned house, his arm firmly around Pavel's shoulders, offering support. The air outside was a stark contrast to the oppressive atmosphere inside, but the sudden shock of everything that had transpired made Pavel feel weak and unsteady.

As they walked, Pavel's legs began to tremble, and he stumbled, unable to take another step. Without a word, Pooh scooped him up in a bridal style, holding him securely against his chest. Pavel clung to Pooh, burying his face in his shoulder, tears still streaming down his cheeks.

"It's okay, I've got you," Pooh whispered, his voice a soothing balm against Pavel's raw emotions.

They moved towards the car, the forest around them silent except for the occasional rustle of leaves. The cool night air brushed against Pavel's skin, but Pooh's warmth provided a steady comfort.

When they reached the car, Pooh carefully opened the passenger door and gently placed Pavel inside, ensuring he was comfortable before closing the door and walking around to the driver's side. He climbed in, started the engine, and began the drive back home, the silence between them filled with unspoken understanding .

As they drove, Pavel's breathing slowly steadied, the shock beginning to subside, replaced by an overwhelming sense of relief and exhaustion. He turned his head to look at Pooh, who kept his eyes on the road but reached out to take Pavel's hand, giving it a reassuring squeeze.

Pavel teared up again as he looked at Pooh, the man who had just taken a drastic step to rid him of his past trauma. Pooh, who was suffering from bipolar disorder, had faced his own struggles, yet had gone to such lengths to protect Pavel from his ex-boyfriend, Nut, who had haunted him for years.

The reality of what had happened weighed heavily on Pavel. Despite the relief of Nut being out of his life, the method Pooh had chosen was drastic and disturbing and traumatizing. Pavel reached out, placing his hand over Pooh's on the steering wheel. "I just... I don't want you to suffer because of me. You're dealing with so much already."

Pooh's grip tightened slightly around Pavel's hand. "Pavel, my struggles with bipolar disorder... they're mine to bear. But you, you're a part of my life now, and I couldn't let someone from your past continue to hurt you. This was my decision. I wanted to protect you."

Tears streamed down Pavel's face as he absorbed Pooh's words. The complexity of their situation was overwhelming, but the love and protectiveness Pooh showed touched him deeply. "I love you, Pooh. I just... I want us to be okay. I want you to be okay."

Pooh glanced at Pavel, his eyes softening with emotion. "We will be".

 Pavel squeezed Pooh's hand, a silent promise of support and love, no matter what lay ahead.