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Chapter 8
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2025-05-29 02:18:58Threatening and Questioning
It was a quick and harsh change from the cramped closeness of her quarters to the bleak, dark interrogation room.
With each step echoing with the weight of her transgression, Vlad's hold on her wrist remained like a vice as he led her through the Romano estate's maze-like hallways.
The interrogation room was damp and cold, with the subtle, metallic smell of fear in the air.
The oppressive atmosphere was heightened by the stark shadows that danced and writhed on the bare stone walls, created by a single, harsh light fixture buzzing overhead.
The ghostly pressure persisted, a pulsing reminder of Vlad's strength, even after he released her wrist.
He circled her like a predator evaluating its prey, moving with a purposeful, almost lazy grace.
His eyes, those obsidian chips, never left her face as they examined it closely, looking for any sign of dishonesty or resistance.
She shuddered when he said, "the watch, in a low, silky threat."
I assume it's a keepsake?
Something that makes you think of a life that is no longer there?
Violet refused to meet his piercing gaze, instead remaining silent and staring at the chilly stone floor.
Here, defiance was a risky game, but she held on to what little pride she had and refused to back down.
Vlad laughed quietly, but there was no laughter in his voice, just a shiver of dread.
"Silence, tiny bird?,Maybe a smart decision. But I rarely find the answers I'm looking for in silence. He pointed to the little piece of paper she was still holding tightly."
And this?
You seem to be captivated by this small piece of parchment.
Maybe a love letter?
Or something... more fascinating?
He purposefully tried to make her uneasy with his words, which were tinged with subtle mockery.
It wasn't just a note, he knew.
He had witnessed the depth of her concentration, the near-feverish focus that had engulfed her.
Vlad's attitude changed when she continued to remain silent.
The silken threat hardened into something more dangerous and sharp.
He drew nearer, his shadow swallowing her tiny body as he loomed over her.
His voice dipped to a near whisper as he said, "tell me about the code, Violetta,"but every word had the force of an order."
Who gave you the instruction?
What does it say?
His eyes grew intense, penetrating her as he tried to discover the mysteries that lay within her head.
She sensed the tension rising, the threat that was not spoken looming large.
He was putting her to the test, trying to find any weaknesses in her defences.
Violet remained silent, her heart thumping frantically against her ribs and the stifling silence of the room.
She refused to shatter.
He wouldn't get the pleasure of witnessing her fear from her.
Vlad let out a fake sigh of resignation.
His fingers brushed hers as he reached out, giving her an unwelcome awakening.
His gentle, almost casual touch had an indisputable power and served as a subliminal reminder of his dominance.
His eyes darted to the paper and back to her face as he whispered, "Curiosity killed the cat, little bird."
I hear it was a rather unpleasant death. Fathers' little secrets in particular.
He took the decoded section of the paper from her hand with a quickness that belied his apparently lazy movements.
His fingers encircled it, his eyes resting on the one word she had laboriously unveiled.
"VLAD."
Something unreadable flickered across his eyes, maybe a glimmer of a dawning realisation or a shadow of surprise.
In a possessive move that made Violet feel even more terrified, he folded the small piece of paper and tucked it into the inside pocket of his jacket.
He went on, his voice now tinged with a stern warning, "this… curiosity of yours could prove to be very… detrimental to your continued well-being."
Little bird, some secrets are best kept hidden.
Particularly those that deal with the past.
The weight of his veiled threats pressed down on Violet as she stood alone in the damp, cold silence of the interrogation room as he turned away, his silhouette a menacing presence against the dim light.
Now in his possession, the one decoded word hung in the air like a poisoned promise, a terrifying reminder of the dangerous game she had unwittingly fallen into.
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