The Sadistic Of Love
Awal

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Sheril fell to her knees and hit the sofa as soon as she got a very strong slap in her face. She then grimaced while holding her numb cheeks.

"Sister Demi, why did you hit me?" asked Sheril with teary eyes.

Demian smiled.

"Why did I hit you?" demian asked back.

Sheril inched backwards as Demian walked closer to her. He gulped, afraid of the look in his eyes that looked so horrible.

Krraaakkk

"Aaakkhhhh, sick sister!.

"It hurts?" demian's teasing grew stronger stepping on the hand of the girl who had just officially become his wife.

DEMIAN ANDERO CLOVIST'S

The only child of Zeth Clovist and Medina Karl. Heir to the throne of the Clovist Group whose business is patronizing everywhere. This 31-year-old man has a very handsome face with a towering tall body. Unfortunately the good looks are covered by icebergs along with a cruelty where this man does not hesitate to hurt anyone who dares to disturb his calm. Despite having a quite terrible temperament, in fact Demian is still valued by girls, especially those in this country. The wealth, good looks, and social status that did not playfully make the girls ignore his cruel attitude. They continue to compete to get his love and win the title as Madam Clovist. But honey, Demian never responded to the girls' temptations. Because in his heart there was already one name that was engraved beautifully along with the memories of their past.

After stepping on his wife's hand, Demian violently pulled Sheril's hair up.

"Don't think once you've become my wife I'll be merciful to you, Sheril. In my eyes you are just a disgusting insect that does not know itself into my life. Your status is not even much higher than the servants working in this house. Remember that well!.

Sheril's tears don't stop flowing. Her cheeks were cramping, her hands were hurting, and now her scalp was about to peel off. She looked into her husband's eyes with a very helpless look.

"Sister, sick. Please take off my hair. Yea?.

Demian grinned.

"please continue. But don't expect me to feel sorry for you, damned girl!.

Rudely Demian dragged Sheril's hair towards their bridal room. He ignored Sheril's agonizing screams as her body hit the edge of the stairs they passed.

SHERIL AGATHA LAUREN

A beautiful 24-year-old girl who just two years ago returned from abroad. Sheril is an orphan. Both of her parents died in a car accident ten years ago when she was fourteen. After both of his parents died, Sheril was cared for and raised by his two foster brothers named Kevin Zilguein and Anaya Zilguein. Sheril is actually an heir to a sizable company in the country. But he entrusted the company to his two foster brothers and chose to live a simple life.

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Demian kicked the door of the room with his foot. He then lifted Sheril's tiny body and slammed her very firmly into the bed.

"Sister Demi, what do you want to do?.

Sheril moved backwards until her body hit the head of the bed. Her entire body trembled violently when she saw her husband was removing his belt. Sheril knows, well, that what's coming next isn't something a couple of newlyweds are used to. There's something pretty terrible about to happen inside this room.

"Give me what you want. Don't you really want to get on the bed with me? Aye right?" answer Demian flat.

Sheril gulps. A cold sweat began to wet his pale face when he saw the swing of the belt in Demian's hand. In his panic, Sheril tries to think of a way to escape from the room. He then tried to escape from the side.

"Don't think you could run away from me, Sheril. Once you enter this house, then forever you will never be able to get out. This house will be a hell that will burn your whole heart and feelings for life!" snapping Demian while pulling the legs of his wife who wanted to escape the torture he had prepared.

Sheril's body stiffened upon hearing her husband's cruel words. His heart beats three times faster than it should.

"Sister Demi, please don't be like this huh. We just got married and promised before God to love each other. It's okay if you don't love me, but please don't torture me. I'm not ready, brother!" said Sheril trying to resuscitate her husband who is controlled by anger.

While holding back the fear, Sheril ventured to look at her husband's laughing face. He's mesmerized. If only their relationship was okay at this time, Sheril would definitely be the luckiest person to have such a handsome husband. But baby, the delusion is not as beautiful as the reality he imagined. Her husband was a very cruel man.

"Sheril, I wouldn't admit a cheap girl like you as my wife. And what did you say, promise? Just so you know, I don't feel like I ever made any promises before God, even more so for a disgusting girl like you. And also do not try to tell others that we are married. If you dare to violate it, then both of your brothers will suffer the consequences. Understood it?.

Sheril looked deeply into her husband's face. Is this how Demian hates him? Why can't he reveal their relationship? What's wrong if the world finds out that he's Demian Clovist's wife?.

"Sister Demi, I love you so much. Can't give me a little place in your heart?" asked Sheril softly.

"It can, of course it can!" demian replied while nodding his head.

Sheril smiles. Her hands were outstretched wanting to hold her husband's hand.

"But in a dream!" demian then began to swing his belt at Sheril's body.

Ctttaaaarr.... Cttaaarrrrr

With violent Demian whipped the body of the woman who so hated this. Whether the demon possessed his mind, Demian suddenly felt very satisfied when he heard the screams of pain in his wife. It caused him to go crazy about torture.

"Aakkkhhh, my brother. Ampuuunnn!" sheril shouted as she continued to wriggle in pain on the bed.

The skin on Sheril's body was like being forcefully peeled off as Demian's lash became more and more crazed. Sheril could even see that the white dress she was wearing was torn and red with blood stains flowing out of the lash wound.

"It's a consequence if you dare to disturb the calmness of a Demian Clovist. How dare you incite my parents to marry you!" demian shouted hatefully. "From now on you'll live like hell, Sheril. I'll check until you want your own death, girl k*parat!.

Demian only stopped the lash after making Sheril unconscious. He then rushed into the bathroom to cleanse the body. When he finished, without any pity Demian walked out of the room, leaving his fainting wife with her body covered in bloody wounds.

"Call all the servants here!" demian's orders to Ronald.

"Okay Sir!.

Demian walked towards the living room sofa while waiting for all his servants to come together. With an extremely cold gaze he delivered a few messages after the servants had come.

"Urus and clean the whole room, don't let that p*lacur sleep in the same place as me. And also you do not try to open your mouth with what you will see later. If that happens, Ronald will take the lives of all of you. Do you understand!.

"We understand Sir!" the servants replied with fear.

"Dissolve!.

A smirk was created on Demian's lips. He was very content to imagine the sea of hell that would soon decorate Sheril's days in this house.

'Don't blame me for torturing you like this, Sheril. You brought your body here yourself. So be prepared to live in agony if you want to stay with me!.

Nb: What's the story of Sheril? Can she survive the sea of hell created by her husband? And what reason could Demian hate her so much? Follow their story....

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