1-4: Taming A Monster-I

Her heart raced aloud. Only at this moment did she realized how the situation she faced was. The fact is, the butler had left her inside a room with a man, an adult man! The young master wasn't young as she had guessed, instead, he was a well matured, tall man with a frightening power on the grip that tightened around her wrist. 

With such large hands, crushing her bone felt... like a cakewalk. 

Oh no! 

"I- I'm hired here as your servant!" She said, hoping this could somehow placate the man before her. She couldn't see but her other senses could feel that the figure standing before her was towering and enormous. 

"I heard," he said languidly, the way he spoke she could imagine a face bared from a smile. Instead it would be a gaze that so sharp and burning with anger. "But who told you that you can simply enter my room as you please?" 

Jane furrowed her brows as her wrists ache. The more he spoke, the tighter the grip around her bone became. 

"B- But the butler..." 

"The butler serves another person," he said with a faint scoff beneath his voice, as if he was mocking her choice of answer. "And coincidentally that person wants me dead. So do you know that coming inside my room in a moment when I'm asleep is the same as attempting to kill me?" 

Attempting to... attempting to what? Kill? 

"N- No!" 

But before her words could finish she felt another hand moving from her shoulders and now stopping at her neck. She knew she didn't have a thick neck, but it wasn't small per say either. Somehow the man in front of her had covered her neck, circling his finger to the point that its fingertips could touch. 

He was going to strangle her!

Tears welled on her eyes as fear caught her. 

She didn't know why. She couldn't see the man's face, couldn't figure out his emotions based on it, but a keen instinct warned her, as if she knew that the man would kill her. The only reason he hadn't... was perhaps because he was trying to gouge more information from her or maybe even because it's quite amusing to him. 

Amusing... her life was going to disappear because someone found it amusing.

"You know," then the man said, snapping her daze. She found herself lifting her face to look at the man despite the fact that she couldn't in this pitch black darkness. She was still staring up at his face, finding a grin she could imagine it would etch on his lips. "I hate silence."

Her brain rushed to work. Steam almost seeped from her ears with how hard she tried her best to think of an idea to survive the predicament. 

"Y- Your eyes..." she mumbled. 

The butler's words echoed in her ears. 

<The young master can get violent if there's no entertainment>

"I will be your eyes..." she whispered, shutting her eyes as she felt her own lashes trembling faintly. "I will be your servant and... no one else's..."

"Eyes, ah," The man's strangling hand paused. "But wouldn't it be faster for me to gouge your eyes and replace mine?" 

"Hic," a hiccup slipped from her mouth before she realized it. Crazy! 

The man was quiet. His hands weren't moving anymore for a long painful silence. She knew her life was being weighed, whether it allowed to continue or not. 

And at that moment she prayed her hardest to survive. She didn't want to die yet.. especially in such a dark place! She was scared... scared to the point of sobbing but a part of her figured he wouldn't be impressed if she sob her way out of this. 

"Fine." suddenly the voice decided and his hands disappeared from her neck. 

Fine? 

She blinked and felt that his entire presence disappeared from her for a moment. She wondered if he could suddenly disappear because she could feel nothing at all. 

"The candles are somewhere on your left. As for the matches it should be inside the cupboard. Who knows whether it still works or not, there hasn't been anyone who tried to light the candles here, after all." 

H- Huh? 

Jane blinked as the tears that earlier welled up in her eyes began to drip on her cheeks. 

Was that it? Was he allowing her to live? 

Earlier he felt so frisky, like someone who was ready to get violent. She doubted that he stopped because he was feeling merciful, or maybe that he felt guilty as she was a woman. 

But he stepped back. 

Quietly, Jane did what he said. It was important to know where she was instead of questioning. When she felt her way around the top of the cupboard, something sharp pricked her fingers, thankfully it didn't draw any blood. She made sure the smooth surface was a candle and then went to open the cupboard, still not paying attention of how quiet everything had became. 

As she grew excited for finding a match, she readily flick one of the match to the side of the box, yellow friction sparked before a bright flame appeared and just then she was faced with a sudden appearance of a head looking back at her. 

It wasn't a head of a person. 

It was a head without a body. 

The head was placed like an ornament on the wall before her, with dry blood all around its face. There was no way a head of a human could just be nailed to the wall but it did. Jane knew it was a human man's head. She didn't know who it belonged to, but the skin texture and the way the man's eyes stared at her, lifeless without a single light shining from its eyes tell her that the man was dead, perhaps before his head was even severed. 

What was even more frightening was there was an arrow stuck to the man's forehead, which was what used to nail the head to the wall and there was a frightening expression on the man's face, as if... he had just seen Hell and was about to run away from it only to be caught. 

Though faint, Jane could even see two dots beside its neck. Not a dot, but a deep wound as if it was made by fangs. The head then dangled, or perhaps not dangled, Jane wasn't sure because her eyes had turned dizzy and in that instant a pitch black darkness quickly consumed her. 

By the time she realized what happened, her head had hit sharply against the wooden floor and her conscious was taken away from her body entirely. 

She could hear the sound of a laughter coming from behind her and before the light from the match could disappear, she found a blue eyed angel looking down at her, smiling a smile that only a devil would have shown. 

"You seem to be quite entertaining," whispered the man. "But how long do you think you will remain entertaining? If you aren't careful... you're going to be the next head hanging there."

The only thing Jane could see before as her viewpoint grew smaller was the lips that had languidly spoken. The smile on that man's lips tell her that what she was going to face from now on was Hell. 

She had entered Hell.