Married to the Devil

7

When they came home, Pooh immediately took charge, insisting that he would make dinner while Pavel rested on the couch. Pavel, exhausted from the night's events, had no energy to argue and collapsed onto the cushions, feeling the weight of everything pressing down on him.

After a while, the comforting aroma of cooking food wafted through the house. Pooh had prepared a meal of meat and fried rice. He called out to Pavel, who slowly got up and made his way to the dining table, feeling weak and drained.

Pavel sat down and took a piece of the meat, chewing slowly, trying to muster some appetite despite his fatigue. As he ate, Pooh watched him with a mischievous glint in his eyes.

"Do you know what you're eating now?" Pooh asked, his tone playful yet unsettling.

Pavel shook his head, too tired to engage fully.

"It's pieces of Nut's liver," Pooh said, his voice dripping with dark humor. "I took some parts and fried them. Yummy, right?" He then took a big bite of his own meat, munching on it greedily.

Pavel's stomach turned, and he immediately felt nauseous. The thought of what Pooh had just said made him retch, and he doubled over, vomiting onto the floor in sheer disgust and horror.

Pooh burst into loud laughter, his voice echoing through the room. "I'm kidding!" he exclaimed between laughs. "It's just chicken meat. I don't like cannibalism, you know."

Pavel's head swam with confusion and a mixture of relief and lingering disgust. He wiped his mouth, trying to steady his breathing as he looked at Pooh, who was still chuckling.

"Pooh," Pavel said weakly, his voice trembling. "That's not funny."

Pooh's laughter died down, and he looked at Pavel with a more serious expression. "I'm sorry, Pavel. I thought it would lighten the mood".

Pavel nodded, still feeling shaken but relieved that it had only been a twisted joke. He had few bites of the fried rice and rested his head on the kitchen table.

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Pooh took Pavel to their bedroom , Pavel has already passed out from fatigue.