Erica
EricaMario returned a few hours later carrying a bowl of cut fruits in a tray. He sat the bowl on the scarred wooden corner near my bed and proceeded to leave. I stopped him and asked, “Am I allowed to leave the room?”“Of course. There are no such orders against that.” He answered.He was infuriating in his calmness, just like his fûcking master. But I managed to pull my voice down to a normal level, enough to ask, “How long have you worked for him?”“Long enough.”I heard his silent words that said he wouldn’t be betraying his master for me. But still, I asked, &l
EricaAfter a few minutes of tense silence a door opened somewhere, I curled my fingers into fists as I sat there and closed my eyes when footsteps neared. They paused. Silverware clinked and several thumps sounded as things were put down on the table. “Leave.” I heard the arsehole say. Footsteps faded away and then his voice dropped, no longer frosty as he said, “Open your eyes, Erica.”I did. The room was empty except him and me. Ephraim was no longer sitting in front of me and there was no plate setting for him either. But I refused to look at my kidnapper as I stared ahead at Ephraim’s empty seat.I heard Antonio as he ordered, “Look at me.”
AntonioAlexithymia, a disorder that indicated the lack of ability to feel and express emotions and empathize with others. Many doctors in my childhood came up with that term when my father realized that his tyranny wasn’t affecting me and he sought out professional help that why his son wasn’t afraid of him like everyone around him.He was told that I was an unfeeling child. A mental disorder that allowed me to be cut out from the emotions everyone else around me felt. But there was one person I could never not feel emotions for. My twin sister. Whereas I was an unfeeling, cold bastard, my beautiful twin sister was overly emotional even when it came to our parents— our selfish mother and our abusive father. She was everything I wasn’t. Beautiful. Warm. With a heart of gold a
EricaI ran out of the dining hall, uncaring of the fact that I was nakèd and anyone could see me. All I wanted was to get away from him and the dark shadowed demons of my childhood.I burst into the room I had spent my day in and made my way straight to the bathroom. I wasn’t in any condition to think that how this old, dark castle had a shower installed in it as I turned it on and sat down on the cold unforgiving floor.My nails dug into my wrist as I counted in my mind, desperate to detach myself from the painful horrible memories. I didn’t know for how long I sat there under the cold water but it was enough that I started to feel numb. My mind was trying to pull out the memories that would make me feel a sliver of warmth in the cold dark desolate place I had
EricaI woke up with a buzzing head, a dry mouth and a throbbing palm.I squinted my eyes and brought my palm up to my face. There was a long gash in my palm but it wasn’t deep so I won't be needing stitches. And I had wrapped in a strip of white fabric that I had torn from the corner of the sheet I had been using as a dress since yesterday but sometime in the night it must've gotten loose as my hand was bare and the cut looked double its size. Even my fingers hurt when I curled them.Fûck.I hadn't meant to do that. I had drank the whole bottle and then the next think I knew I was standing in the bathroom and wondering how to break it so I could take a shard long enough to murder the arsehole. But the moment I broke it, I couldn'
EricaI wore thesluttydress.And even went as far as to wear that stupid, blinking diamond bracelet. It was beautiful on my wrist but I would never admit it. For some reason that beautiful thing didn’t feel like an expensive jewellery it was, but a shackle from Antonio Rossi. Either way, I wore it and the thing I loved the most of my whole attire wasn’t designer dress with fabric less than a handkerchief or the delicate cream colored thong underneath it or the diamond bracelet, it was the pair of shoes that I was wearing on my feet under the dress that looked fit to walk on the red carpet. II descended the stairs making my way to the dining room where I hadn’t had the dinner yesterday because a cert
AntonioI watched her walk away, her perfectly shaped hips swaying as she made her way inside and disappeared. I turned to Ephraim and found him glaring down at his plate. He was nine years younger than me and yet he still looked a fresh faced fourteen years old that I had taken under my wing. He still did everything to impress me even when I had told him again and again he didn’t have to but surprisingly he went against me for the little devil who was nothing but a captive.I could see that he liked her but not enough to displease me and that was the reason he was angry right now. At himself. That his little attraction had cost him my disappointment. I stood up and wasn’t surprised when he apologized, “I am sorry, I didn’t mean to go against your wishes. It was just, she looked so sad aft
EricaI spent the rest of the day in the castle, going from one corner to another. It’s huge, the corridors had my feet aching but I was intrigued and the quiet, the smell of dust in most of the empty rooms and sculptures in one room that had looked like it was part of a museum and not to miss the intricate designs on the walls had me going on till the sun set and my stomach grumbled for the fifteenth time to feed it.There were four locked doors that I had encountered. One being the same one that had led to the narrow stairs that I had ascended with Ephraim in the morning, for some reason it was locked now and I really wanted to go upstairs in that corridor with all those windows. I knew for sure that floor belonged to Antonio and he had it locked. Then there were two other rooms on the third floor that were locked. And one that intrigued me most was t