First Encounter with the Devil

As Betarice feels the turmoil inside her heart, about the Devil and God, about her faith and desire. She remember the first time she meet the Devil and how she ended up writing a novel based on her dream.

Beatrice was surrounded by maids, who were busy helping her into a breathtaking soft blue dress. The long tails of the dress cascaded down to the floor and were adorned with white crystal sequins and silky white tendrils that seemed to shimmer in the light.

The dress hugged her curves in all the right places, showing off her ample cleavage even though it looked heavy and bulky.

As the maid finished fastening the necklace made of pearls with a sapphire diamond in the center around her neck and placing the blue sapphire earrings in her ears.

She twirled in front of the mirror, admiring the way the dress flowed around her. Although she felt slightly uncomfortable with the cleavage part, the dress was still beautiful. 

"So is this alright? Is it not too open right?" she closed her cleavage uncomfortably and asked her soon-to-be fiancé, Edward, who was watching her with a proud smile.

"It is. You are absolutely stunning, Beatrice," he replied. Approaching her, his deep voice sent shivers down her spine. 

She looked at him through the mirror, admiring his handsome features. His platinum-blonde hair and golden eyes framed his chiseled face, and his firm chin brushed against her neck, making her heart race.

He was tall and broad-shouldered, and she had to tilt her head up to meet his gaze.

As he leaned in closer to her, the sweet smell of sandalwood and musky vanilla wafted over her. This made her want more of his touch than just being close.

However, Edward of Avaloria was a devoted man, a Commander of the Holy Knights and the second prince of the Avaloria Kingdom. He would not touch her until they were married.

As much as she desired him, she knew that they had to wait, which often left her feeling frustrated and longing for his touch.

But for now, she was content to bask in the glory of the moment. She felt like a true queen in her beautiful dress, ready for the engagement event that would take place in a week's time.

… 

As Beatrice lay in bed, her mind was consumed with thoughts of Edward. She imagined his skin against hers, his breath hot and heavy as he whispered her name in ecstasy.

The thought of him sent a rush of desire through her body, leaving her skin tingling and her face flushed. 

However, a sense of guilt crept in. Beatrice couldn't help feeling dirty and sinful, knowing that her luscious body was seen as taboo by society.

She wished she could close herself off from the world, hiding her splendor from prying eyes. Even her engagement dress - while beautiful - made her feel exposed and vulnerable.

She knew that if Edward knew the truth about her fantasies, he would be disappointed. After all, he was a devoted man and a Commander of the Holy Knights, swearing to uphold the laws of God.

But Beatrice couldn't help but feel how she felt - the pleasure was too overwhelming to resist. Why did everything that seemed so right have to be a sin?

As she drifted off into sleep, her mind was still consumed with desire and guilt, Beatrice felt the weight of her complicated feelings. 

… 

Beatrice awoke to a feeling of disorientation and confusion, as if she had been transported to another realm entirely. The luxurious room she found herself in was unlike any she had ever seen before.

The walls were crafted with intricate woodwork, and a warm fire crackled in the center of the room, casting eerie shadows across the floor. The scent of rich wine filled her nostrils, making her feel lightheaded and dizzy.

As she looked around, she couldn't help but feel a sense of unease. The only light source in the room came from moonlight that shone through the balcony, casting the space in a dim, eerie glow.

Beatrice felt trapped, like a fly caught in a spider's web. She was afraid to move, afraid of what might be lurking in the shadows.

"Where was she? Who brought her here?" Many questions flooded her head. Looking around the room, she saw something that would become her heaven and worst nightmare in the future.

There was a man standing in the distance, his face shrouded in shadows. She could see his eyes though, they were a deep red, full of desire and lust.

She felt completely exposed under his gaze as if he could see through her thin white pajamas.

The man set down his glass of red wine and began to approach her slowly. Beatrice's heart started to race, and she instinctively touched her body, realizing how vulnerable she was.

He was a handsome man with jet-black hair and piercing red eyes. His broad shoulders and tall stature were enough to make her feel weak at the knees. His sculpted body seemed like it had been crafted by the hands of angels. 

But Beatrice knew that this man was dangerous. She didn't know where she was or why she was there. The most logical explanation was that he had kidnapped her.

Her anxiety was eating her alive, and she could feel her stomach knotting up. 

"Wh-who are you? Why am I here? Answer me!" Beatrice's voice was shaking as she tried to demand answers from him. 

The man didn't answer but continued to move closer to her. Beatrice's anxiety spiked, and she knew she had to do something.

She ran to the balcony, hoping to escape, but the man was faster. He caught her and pulled her back to the bed. 

Beatrice's body trembled as she tried to fight him off.

"Let go of me! What are you trying to do?!" she screamed. She knew she was no match for his muscular frame.

She could feel his warm breath on her neck, and his hands began to explore her body. She was torn between fear and desire, her body betraying her as she began to feel a strange sense of pleasure. 

It was a dangerous game she was playing, and she knew it. But she couldn't deny the attraction she felt to this mysterious man. As his lips brushed against her neck, she couldn't help but wonder what it would be like to give in completely to his desires. 

"Ahhh, please stop," she said moaning full of craving.

But then, the man bit her neck hard, causing her to cry out in pain and fear. Memories of her past flooded her mind, making her feel more desperate and vulnerable than ever.

She tried to pull away, to escape from this dangerous situation, but the man's grip on her was too strong. 

Tears streamed down her face as she begged for help. Her voice was weak and trembling. She felt so small and helpless in this man's grasp. All she wanted was to be free, to escape from this nightmare that had become her reality.

"Please, please let me go," she whimpered, her voice barely audible through her sobs. She struggled to release herself from the man's grip, but her body felt like it was made of jelly.

"Somebody, anybody, please help me," she pleaded with desperation in her voice, hoping that someone would hear her cry for help.

And then, suddenly, the man stopped and looked at her with a mixture of confusion and concern. He kissed her gently and passionately, his lips soft and tender against hers. It was a moment of calm in the midst of chaos.

She knew she should be afraid and trying to escape, but there was something about this man that made her feel safe.

It was as if he knew exactly what she needed at that moment, despite the fact that he had maybe kidnapped her.

Beatrice tried to push those conflicting thoughts to the back of her mind, to focus on the present and her immediate safety.

She could feel the man's arms around her, holding her close, and despite her fear, she found herself relaxing in his embrace.

It was a strange sensation, being both afraid and comforted at the same time. However, she knows that she needs to get out of this situation. "No I shouldn't feel like this! I should get out!"