The Sadistic Of Love
Disreputation

..."... Let me run lara, let me press the grief. I hope one day you can understand, never once did I hate..."...

...🍒 Sheril Agatha Lauren 🍒...

After the two in-laws left, Sheril with a trembling body stepped towards the dining room. Since yesterday, no rice has entered his stomach. In addition to the violence committed by Demian, making Sheril's body completely exhausted.

"Mrs want to eat? Can I help you get it?" ask a waiter who is wiping the glass of the closet.

"Yes, no need. You finish your job" Sheril replied kindly.

The servant's forehead looked shriveled. He could clearly see that his master's lips and hands were trembling. Worried something happened, the waiter quickly ran to get the plate. He did not care about the ban from the employer who asked him not to do so.

"It's okay. I can take my own food" stop Sheril from feeling good.

"Mrs, I know you're starving. So let me serve you, yes" forced the waiter while continuing to put the side dishes and vegetables into the dish.

"But then Brother Demi is angry that your work is not done yet."

No need to remind Sheril already knows that this house has a very strict arrangement. She simply did not want the servant who was serving her to be affected by her husband's anger because the other servants just stood still while staring fearfully at Sheril. It was obvious that Demian had already built a distance on them so as not to deal with him. Despite the tightness, Sheril tries to keep smiling. He would go through all of this patiently, enduring for the sake of his love for Demian.

"Yes, please sit."

"Thank you, you're so good."

Sheril's stomach immediately sounded as she smelled the aroma of cooking on the plate. He sat down and prayed before starting to enjoy the meal.

"WHO LETS YOU EAT AT THAT TABLE HUH!!.

The servants and Sheril were shocked when they heard the sound of such an echoing cry. The food that had just been about to enter Sheril's mouth fell apart on the table so shocked she. She then turned to the stairs where her husband was looking at her so angrily.

"Sorry brother, I'm so hungry that I'm sitting here" Sheril said.

Of course Sheril is upset. How not. Demian was currently walking quickly towards him with a gaze filled with hateful aura. Afraid that her husband would return to torture, Sheril immediately stood up from there and retreated backwards. At first Sheril thinks that Demian will hurt her again, but she is wrong. Demian did not aim for it, but directly slapped the face of the waiter who had taken food.

Plaaakkkk

"Did I ever ask you to serve this woman? Answer!" snapped Demian.

"N-no, Mr. Demian. I-I'm sorry, I just felt I could not bear to see Mrs Sheril's body shaking from hunger. So I took the initiative to help him pick up food" the frightened waiter replied as he held onto his bruised cheek.

Demian wrathful. He cruelly grabbed the servant's hair without regard for his cries begging to be forgiven. Sheril who saw this did not remain silent. He immediately prostrated himself under Demian's feet, staring pityfully at the servant who was crying in pain and fear.

"Sister Demi, I was wrong. Please let go of this waiter, he doesn't know anything" Sheril said.

"Who do you dare to rule me?" sneer Demian tease. "You heard I'm Sheril, even though we're married, you're not the mistress of this house. So don't think you can get the right by asking to be served by my people. You don't deserve that kind of respect from them. You are not worthy!.

Sheril's chest is like being stabbed with a dagger upon hearing Demian's words. His tears trickled, it felt really sick when his presence was not considered. As Sheril laments her fate, she is shocked by the cries of the servant who has now turned to Ronald. Aware of what the servant was about to receive, Sheril immediately hugged Demian's two legs. He couldn't have seen that servant in the law, he couldn't.

"Sister Demi, I will do whatever you ask as long as the servant is forgiven. He's not wrong, brother. Me, I was wrong for asking her for food. Please let him go, brother, I beg you!.

An evil grin appeared on Demian's lips. The servants who saw that shuddered in fear. They did not know what kind of cruelty this master would commit.

"Are you going to do whatever I ask?.

Sheril nodded her head. "If it wasn't for a divorce, I'd do it all."

Demian screeches.

"A-there, sir. But it's stale" replied the waiter as he gulped.

"I don't care. Bring it here quickly!.

"Bright sir."

Sheril's chest is pounding. A bad thought flashed through his mind as he looked at the waiter who had come while carrying a plate of used food. Tears seemed to flow from Sheril's eyes, she knew that after this she would again get a very inhumane humiliation.

"You know what you're not supposed to do with this food?" demian asked after crouching before his wife who was crying silently.

"Sister Demi, does it have to be like this?" ask Sheril sadly. "That's rotten food, should I eat it?.

"Of course I should. Didn't you say you were starving? Although this rotten food can still be eaten" Demian replied so cruelly. "It doesn't matter if you don't want to eat it, but the waitress will end up tragically at Ronald's hands. Now you choose, finish this meal or that waitress..

"I'll finish it, but please let go of the waiter first. He's innocent" Sheril said quickly. "I'll finish it off Brother, I'll do as you say."

"Good" Demian said happily. "Take off the waiter, Ronald. Let's see if our Mrs Clovist can keep her promise or not. If he fails, just finish the waiter off."

"Well Mr. Demian" said Ronald coldly as he pushed the body of the servant to fall into the floor.

Sheril breathed a sigh of relief after the benevolent servant was let go. He stared at the rotten food in front of him.

'God, strengthen me.'

"Wait a minute, let's eat quickly" urged Demian while sitting cross-legged on a chair.

The servants shed tears as they watched the humiliation their mistress was living. No one can imagine what the taste of rotten food is like. The servants shut their mouths when they saw the madam almost vomit in the first mouthful. They are so unbearable.

"Mistress.." said the waiter, sobbing unbearably. "Don't eat that food, madam. Let me be the one in the law."

"It's okay" said Sheril softly while holding back nausea in her stomach. "Your cheek is hurt, go and cure it first. Don't worry about me. huh?.

"But madam..

Sheril shook her head while trying hard to swallow the rotten food. He then looked at Demian who was looking at him without any pity.

"Does this make you feel satisfied, brother?.

Demian stand. He looked at the weeping servants and then looked disgusted at his wife.

"From now on, this woman is only allowed to eat leftover food. If any of you dare to refute my orders, then be prepared to die. One more thing, I will destroy your entire family if you dare to open your mouth to others, especially my parents. And you're Sheril, you can't possibly put the lives of these servants in danger, can you?.

Sheril's cries broke after Demian and Ronald left. While continuing to shed tears he finished all the food that was inside the plate. Let it be, maybe this is the fate that must be lived because marrying a man who no longer loves him. In the humiliation she was feeling, Sheril could only pray that God would open the door of her husband's heart. He really hopes that Demian's attitude will return to what it used to be.

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