1-7: Taming A Monster-IV

Jane rushed to the top of the staircase, her black loafers making a dull sound as she huffed, finally reaching the highest floor which took more time than she thought it would. A part of her even regretted looking too amazed at the mansion. 

What will that blind man do to her if she's late? 

Jane gulped dryly. 

The severed head... she couldn't bring herself to ask Wren about it but seeing that she was at ease speaking about the young master, Victor Mildred, she wondered if his murders were ever known by the outside world. 

The butler, on the other hand, seemed to know. 

As she walked closer to the attic, fear caught her heart, making her nervous. Her heart had thumped so loudly she could almost feel it about to jump from her stomach, leaving her nauseous. 

"Ah!" 

A sudden voice slipped but it didn't came from her. 

Jane's head lifted swiftly to the door at the end of the hallway. 

She could hear more moans coming from the room, sounding like a cry. And the voice was unmistakably a woman's. 

No way... 

Jane's face turned blue upon the sound of the cry. She could also hear the loud sound of thumping and the door that rattled at the end of the hallway. 

Gulping, Jane rushed with immediate speed. Her hands raised towards the door, and she pushed the door open, feeling that she had hit something with her elbow, but paid no attention to it. 

She reached forward, finding that the room wasn't dark anymore, perhaps because the curtain was seeping with light now. But that was the least of her worries; the sound of the cry was. With the help of the sunlight, she managed to find her way to the source of the sound, only to feel her breath stop with a start as she saw a tall man burying his face in the neck of a woman. 

His pale fingers had rolled the woman's dress skirt, crumpling it as his fingers traveled to her inner thighs. Raspy breaths seeped from his lips, his red tongue seeping out from his mouth as he then licked the corner of his cherry colored mouth. 

A single droplet of sweat dripped from his jaw, falling to his taut chest, where it was exposed by the buttons that had been loosely unfastened to carelessly seduce.

The woman, just like him, was lost in pleasure, crying out as her wrists were pinned over her head. She didn't seem to be in pain; rather, if it was painful, she looked like she would have enjoyed it. The way she cried like a cat underneath him, purring when his tongue licked the red line over her neck. 

"Gasp." 

Jane realized belatedly, like a fool, that what was happening before her was not the murder she had imagined. 

Her cheeks turned immediately beet red.

Without thinking, she stepped backward and slammed the door closed with a loud thud! 

That was...! 

How immoral! Were they having sex in the bright afternoon? 

The sun had just gone up, and they were smashing their lips like there was no tomorrow.

Jane gulped again when she recalled what she saw. The man standing before the man, his silver hair ruffled loosely around his head, his blue eyes turning red under the glare of the sun, and his smile that kept twisting his lips as he kissed the woman's neck, was slightly flushed as if he was enjoying the greatest meal. 

The sight of his pale skin turning red and his lashes glowing with the color of those burning irises, a chill ran down her spine. 

The man's face was... perfect. Flawless as if he were carved straight out of an angelic statue. 

Though what she saw was immoral to say the least, she couldn't help her heart that was thumping loudly for a different reason than fear. 

She gulped when she recalled how those eyes appeared only to feel her back being knocked, and when she moved aside from where she stood, seeing a woman stepping out with a stagger from the room. 

She swayed, and thinking instinctively, Jane raised her hand to lend a hand when a bigger and paler finger wrapped snugly around her wrist, pulling her quickly to the side. 

"What do you think you're doing?" 

When she turned around, she saw the tall figure staring at her. 

Bright blue eyes. 

Jane's gaze couldn't help but be stunned at the pair of eyes that seemed to be looking down at her. The crystal blue hue reminded her so much of the time she had gone out to the boat for the first time, the color of the lake when the sun had just dipped below the horizon, leaving a sparkling blue surface that reflected the stars above. 

His eyes were almond-shaped, resembling a snake's, with long lashes that fell straight across his eyes, casting a faint shadow over his protruding cheekbones. Though all his features were sharp, including the tall bridge nose that curved with a faint hook, at the same time, they fell all harmoniously on that face, giving it a rather soft look. It was a handsome face that if one took the features once again, one will realize how beautiful he was.

Then the man's lips opened. The pale, plump, red lips uttered out a tone much colder compared to the warm red color of his lips, "I asked, ' What do you think you were doing?'" 

Jane gulped, realizing that she had stared at that face far too much than necessary. 

This man... isn't he— the same man whom she had seen before she fainted? 

The young master, Victor Mildred!

The murderer who had used a severed head as a decoration on his wall! 

"Hic!" Horror filled her eyes immediately, and she tried to snatch her hands back, but for some reason, the man in front of her had such monstrous power that she could feel her hand being frozen in place even though she had tried to use her entire body to move her hands away from him. 

"Do you know," Victor languidly spoke, "I have a very bad temper. Everyone here knows about it, but it would be terrible if you had to learn my temper by example." 

Jane gulped; the ice-cold voice was enough to make her body freeze, and her head find the best solution to survive. 

"I- I heard a cry, and I thought someone needed help." Her voice trembled when it came out despite her wishing it didn't. 

They did say that in front of a predator, one has to play dead or show no weakness, but she couldn't do the same when the predator in front of her was this frightening. 

"So you came in thinking you can help... whoever is inside the room?" 

Jane felt that he was mocking. His tone didn't sound that much different, maybe it even sound so indifferent to her ears with how placid he had spoken, but the way he had let out a faint scoff was clearly wondering if she even have the ability to protect herself. 

"Haha!" 

She eyed his laughing self like he was crazy but she knew, he is crazy. 

"Even though you fainted so quickly yesterday?" 

At this, Jane's eyes turn as wide as a saucer at him. 

"You... aren't blind." 

Victor narrowed his gaze and smiled, "I am blind." 

"Liar," she immediately argued and Victor raised his eyebrows. He was quiet, not for a choice, rather as if he was waiting to see what she would say. "There was a head on the wall... you were laughing and even now, you turn your face entirely towards me... and could grab my hand. That's not what a blind person could do, I've seen a blind man before and he wasn't like you." 

And she could see the way those eyes looking at her, those crystal blue eyes that seemed to be gazing deep into her, not just physically but into her soul, to a corner of her heart she wasn't even aware of. 

"I am blind but do I have to prove myself to you that I'm blind?" 

When his lips curled to smile, her heart felt as if it had came to a stop. She didn't know if she was feeling chill or if a fever was bursting from her, all she could do was watch as the man smiled back at her, the look of his face was devoid of human warmth. 

Jane gulped. He wasn't blind! She could be so sure about this as his eyes were still zeroed on her despite claiming to be blind. As she was about to argue, his voice sharply cut to her ears. 

"Didn't they warn you not to talk back or ask question to me?" Victor reminded her, startling her with the fact, "There are rules in the Mildred House and a misfit like you could be in some, some," he sang in a melody, "great danger, little one." 

And in that right exact second, Jane could almost see the face of the severed man in front of her. The next second, she could even see her own head being in that wall, hung without a body. 

She gulped, fear harrowing into her bones as she sink in fear watching Victor's lips that had curled in a smile, as if enjoying her frightened reaction.