Sadistic and Erotic Fantasy

wolf in sheeps clothing 7

The smell of coffee draft from the kitchen, the television open and showing a comedian. Making people laugh, yet the somber atmosphere was deadly.

Iselda peeked from the kitchen, her eyes staring at the woman, who was sitting on the sofa. Lost in thought.

The police had left 3 hours ago,.. and since then, she had been silent. Even if she probably is not blind at the moment.

She would still look like this, staring in one place. As if she lost everything...

She did,..

Iselda didn't know what to say to appease her. The woman didn't know that she works for samael. But still.. she somehow felt so soft hearted to the woman.

She look at the clock, its near 4. At this time, iselda remember her asking happily what time is it. Because they always call at four but now there she is..

The phone rang, iselda look at the phone on the table. And look back at her..

Iselda picked up the phone and cleared her throat.

"Iselda i wanna talk to my wife., i bought a lot of baby stuff. I think she would love them.. " he says giddily.

Iselda didnt answer.

As she hesitated.. and she sighs. "The police came.."

His excitement cooled down fast. "... "

"Samael.. youre done" iselda shook her head.

Samael took a ragged breath,.. as she said calmly. "Put on her on the phone"

Iselda walked to the living room, asking gently. "Dear.. do u.. wanna talk to him?"

She flinched, as she turn her head to the side. As if she could see iselda, her eyes boring straight into hers.

She didnt answer for a long time. When iselda thought she didn't want to and was about to put the phone away,

She offered her hand, iselda put the phone in her hand as she left.

She felt like she was touching a hot metal. That she almost threw it away..

She slowly put the phone on her ear.. she listens to his breath. He must have heard her shaky breath, as he stutter to talk.

"Darling, .. listen to me first okay.."

It all came to her.. why didn't she thought about it,.. why the night he came back. Sam was angry, .. sam was never like that to carl.

And when she hugged him,.. he was bigger.. more muscular than carl.

His touch, his kisses.. it was hot and sensual. It was different from carl.. who just caress her with love and care.

Why didnt she.. why ..

Unknowingly, tears fell from her eyes. As she gave a ragged breath. "Who.. are u"

Samael almost stopped breathing, his heart. It aches. Dammit it hurts so bad he thought if he was having a heart attack.

"Darling--"

"Who are you!" She screams, anger, confusion, self blame.. all emotion she couldn't understand. All came out as she cries.

It was the first time she rose her voice, yet her heart was breaking.. it hurts so bad. So bad..

".. my name.. is samael.."

She cried harder. Clutching the end of her dress. "Let me hear your voice... Your real voice" she demands. She cant accept it,.

Shes in too much denial. It hurts so bad..

Samael stopped talking for a moment. As he removed the device attached under his jaw.. like he always put when he talks to her..

"Darling.. " he whispers.

His hand still clutching the baby clothes he bought earlier out of excitement.

Hearing that masculine voice, she broke down. As she cries harder.. "why did u do this to me.. why.. whyyy"

Her cries were too heartbreaking. That he panicked,

"Baby,.. you have to calm down first. Think of the baby--"

"Youre not my husband... Why.. why did u come to my life.. why did u... "

She gasps, as the phone fell. She felt painful.. her lower body. Her hands shakily felt her dress. There was liquid.. some kind of liquid that smells metallic.

She couldn't see, but she felt like it was danger as she calls shakily. "Au.. aunty... Aunty..."

Iselda was confused when her cries turn to call for help as she walk to the living room. Her eyes widening at the sight of blood on the floor.

The phone on the floor kept making noise.

Samaels voice, with fear and worry was panicking. "Hello?! .. dammit.. hello?!.. what happened.."

Iselda ran outside, calling to the guards hidden in the forest, "get the car now!!"

And rushes back to assist her.. "dear.. you have to stay still.. stay still"

Tears fell from her eyes.. the anger and sadness was replaced with endless fear, as she cross her legs tightly.

"My baby.." she cries as she clenched her hand on her dress. Her hands staining with blood..

A bodyguard came rushing in, taking her in his arms as they rush to the car.

The phone was left unattended. Samael heard it all, as a bad feeling hit his chest. He grit his teeth, mad as he dash down the stairs of his mansion.

Taking the key of one of his cars and rushes to the airport.. he has to go back..

Go home.. he has to..

She needs him..

As the car drove fast, iselda was calming her down with all she can. Caressing her belly.

"Iselda.." she cries, " i dont wanna lose my baby.."

"N.. no.. you wont lose your baby.. youre strong and so is your baby.. dont worry" iselda try to calm her. But even she herself doesn't believe so. There was a lot of blood..

She cried harder.

And at the moment.. she actually hoped. That the man, who she had been with for the few months. Were here to calm her down.. to hold her..

She cries again,.. as she says weakly.. "samael.. i need you.."

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He used his private plane to come back, it was a long travel. And another long travel to the hospital,

He didnt have time to rest, as he rush to the room his bodyguards had told him.

He came ragged. His shirt half done. His eyes have a bit of dark circles under them. His hair a mess. It was such a novel sight for the boss who makes people tremble under his feet.

Iselda just came out of the room. Surprised to see him,

"Iselda.. my wife.. how is she."

He rushed to her. Iselda look at the door then grabbing his arm. "Its better you dont show up for the time being"

Samael felt his heart sank. "... And.. the baby?"

Iselda sighs.. "your daughter is safe.. born.. very premature.. "

To keep him out of the resting woman, iselda dragged him to a room. Where there were babies in ventilation.

There she was... She was so small. She was just enough to fit in his palm. She looks like an angry wrinkly old lady.

Samael smiled.. his hand touching the glass. ".. my beautiful daughter...." tears fell from his eyes he didn't notice. As he watches the smallest thing he had ever seen in his life.

He never knew life could be this beautiful.

Iselda watches him, and she was silent.

The  evil deity had fallen..