Chapter 4 I'm in the hands of Satan

Chapter 4

I'm in the hands of Satan

Lucy

May the Lord help me.

I would like to tell him so that we can find a solution together. But his boss threatens to kill him if I inform him.

Is he also dangerous? Can he put my husband in prison?

Who can answer this question?

After the meal, he helps me do the dishes, and goes back to work.

In the evening, he comes back from work, irritated.

- What's wrong ?

- Nothing

- But you seem upset, did something happen at work?

I'm worried because I don't know what else this psychopath has invented to tire my darling.

- My boss thinks that I don't do my job well, that I waste my time coming home. However, this is not the first time that I have come to the house at noon. I thought he was becoming nice, fortunately he is not based here, he only comes two to three times a year . Everyone is in a hurry for him to return home. When he is there,

he breaks everyone's balls.

Come here, let me kiss you, it's been a while since we made love, I'm going to make up for it today

I'm going to make you climb the curtains, undress yourself, get naked, I'll take a shower and I'll come to please you.

I'm happy, it's been a month since he touched me, I want him so much.

I start to undress.

My cell phone beeps, I look

a message from an unknown number, who can send me a message at such an hour? Maybe it's my mother? or my brother?

I open, and look at the content of the message, and there!

My blood freezes in my veins, the message says this:

- don't let him touch you! Otherwise ! he is a dead man!

The message is accompanied by a video of my husband washing himself right now, a photo of me, in the bedroom.

Damn, what the hell is this? He put cameras in, but I don't see anything...I look around the room, but there's nothing.

I take my phone back and sit on the bed, my heart is beating, I'm scared, real scared. what is this story, he is watching us, I can't say anything to my husband

he sees and hears everything, I'm dealing with the devil

Someone help me, I won't be able to sleep at night. Ho Lord by your grace come to my rescue, I am in the hands of Satan.

In my place what would you do?

Lucia,

Lord by your grace come to my rescue, I am in the hands of Satan.

Sam comes out of the shower, very fresh, He is only wearing a towel, he takes it off and joins me in bed. He starts to kiss her, I can't do it, knowing we're being watched, Sam sees

that I am not motivated, he asks me:

- What's wrong my darling?

- I...I...don't feel well, I have a migraine.

- Ho, he said disappointed.

- But, I will make up for it, soon.

- Okay, I'm going to get dressed and we're going to sleep.

The next morning, after he went to work, I went to the mall to do my shopping.

Afterwards, I came home, made food, my mind is still on the message I received yesterday

Does this mean I will no longer have intimacy with my husband?

I need to talk to him, so I can

find common ground, my life cannot end at the whim of a psychopath.

I take my cell phone and dial the number

- Have you made your decision?

I don't answer.

- There is someone ?

- I want to see you .

- The only reason we'll see each other is to fuck together. So have you made your decision?

- No

- So, we have nothing to say to each other, you have five days left, TIC TAC, TIC TAC

the days pass, your husband will soon go to prison and you will be alone here with me, and all mine, So what do you prefer? Give me your body from time to time and have your husband near you, or

refuse now and I'll send him to prison so I can take you as my whore 24/24, it's up to you, what suits you?

- I beg you, leave me alone, please have mercy on me.

- How funny you can be, my little one.

From the moment I saw you, I wanted you

and nothing in this world will stop me from having you, so see you in five days.

If I don't hear from you, you'll hear from me, and that wouldn't be good news for your husband.

If in five days, until midnight, I have no response from you, the next morning at 6 a.m. the police will come to your door, and if after that you call me

to negotiate, your husband will still go to prison. Hi.

He hangs up, the bastard, the psychopath.

In my place, what would you do?