Married to the Devil

11

As Pooh was overwhelmed with grief and screaming, a firm hand placed on his shoulder. He turned around, his heart sinking as he recognized the face of his past trauma.....his father.

"You psycho bastard," Pooh's dad spat out, his eyes filled with rage. Without warning, he punched Pooh hard in the face, causing him to nearly fall to the ground. Stunned and in pain, Pooh barely had time to react before his father loomed over him, fists flying.

The hospital staff, aware that the firm was owned by Pooh's dad, stayed back, too intimidated to intervene. They watched helplessly as Pooh's dad continued his brutal assault, punching him repeatedly.

"Get up," his father growled, dragging Pooh across the floor like a ragdoll. Pooh's body ached from the relentless beating, but he struggled to stay conscious. His thoughts were with Pavel, still in the hospital room, unaware of the chaos outside.

Pooh was roughly shoved into a cab. His father barked orders at the doctors, "Take care of Pavel very well," before turning back to his son with a look of murderous intent.

"I'm going to kill you today," his father hissed as he took his revolver and punched Pooh's head several times until Pooh passed out inside the cab.

His dad drove to 180 kmpH , to his mansion , to torture his psycho enigma son.

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Two hours had passed, and Pavel lay in the hospital bed, growing increasingly anxious. Pooh had said he would be back, but there was still no sign of him. Unable to bear the uncertainty any longer, Pavel decided to find out what had happened. He slowly walked to the door, his legs shaky from the recent ordeal.

As he opened the door, he saw the doctor and a nurse talking quietly in the hallway. They turned towards him, concern evident on their faces.

"W-where is Pooh?" Pavel asked, his voice tinged with worry and desperation.

The doctor and nurse exchanged a glance, then gently guided Pavel back to his bed. "Mr. Pavel, you need to rest," the nurse said softly, her tone soothing but firm.

Pavel shook his head, refusing to lie back down. "No, please. Where is Pooh? I need to know."

The nurse sighed, looking at the doctor for support. Finally, she spoke, "His father came and took him."

Pavel's heart sank at her words. He knew all too well the torment Pooh had endured at the hands of his father since childhood. The thought of Pooh being with him now, especially in such a vulnerable state, filled Pavel with dread.

"No," Pavel whispered, his voice trembling. "You don't understand. His father... he... he hurts Pooh. I need to find him. Please, let me go."

The nurse placed a gentle hand on Pavel's shoulder, her eyes filled with sympathy. "I understand your concern, but you need to take care of yourself right now. We'll do everything we can to make sure Pooh is safe."

Pavel's mind raced, the fear and worry for Pooh consuming him. He couldn't just stay here, helpless. He needed to find Pooh and make sure he was okay. Gathering his strength, Pavel stood up again, determination in his eyes.

"Please, I need to go. I can't just sit here," he insisted, his voice firmer this time.

The doctor sighed, realizing that Pavel wouldn't rest until he knew Pooh was safe. "Alright, we'll help you find him. But please, let us accompany you to make sure you're alright."

Pavel nodded, relieved that they were willing to help. Pavel was watching as the nurse inject him a sedative , to make him sleepy . With tears in his eyes Pavel slowly closed his eyes , thinking about his beloved Pooh.