Heiress's Timid Plaything.

I SAW IT.

Intro....

An agonisingly loud cry of a woman echoed around a dark room, and no one could tell what was going on in the space. The room was so dark that nothing could be seen, but the cries did not cease for a second.

"Please, let me go, I'm sorry." The voice of the woman echoed. Her breath was ragged and her heartbeat quickened by the thick flow of air in the room.

Her silent whimpers were underneath, chasing silence very far away from the room.

She moved her body on the soft layer she was chained to, to save herself, but there were sounds of chains, clashing against each other. The firm pull around her wrists made it to be detected that the woman in the room was chained. Her wrists were almost snapping off when she pulled harder.

Where was she chained to? When? By who? And why?

Who knows?

The light of the room suddenly came on, and a man in a white bathing robe stepped into the light with his hands folded together on his chest. His wet hair was getting mopped by the towel around his neck.

"You?!" The woman gasped, her eyes popping out of their sockets. She knew this man, she had seen him in dark places once or twice, and that got her body pushing into the bed frightfully.

"You seem to know me." The man said to her and moved closer to a table beside her bed. He dropped his hands on the table, caressing the different types of dangerous things on it.

The woman could not see for sure what was on the table. She couldn't guess whether she was to be scared or calm. Still, she had her banging heart welcoming coldness into her body.

"Y... You are dangerous," She stuttered. "You kill people."

He was not moved by any of the words spoken to him, though his ears strained at each of the words spoken by her. He was convinced she knew him.

"Since you know who I am, we won't waste much time then."

He dropped his gaze to the table and picked up a whip. It was no ordinary whip, it had sharp tools around it like small nails. The nails looked sharp and glittering, and the whip looked new, whereas, it wasn't. It had been used a lot of times recently.

With the whip in his hand, the bland-faced man turned to the woman on the bed. His look at her was not harsh like his cold stare, it was soft, and his eyes had innocence in them.

"I'll ask you this question once, and your answer is to be straight to me as soon as you can."

She nodded quickly, and she secretly pulled at the chains around her wrist to know whether she had a chance of escape, but no. Not the slightest.

A lone tear escaped from her eyes.

"What type of person does Claire Emir like?" The man asked her calmly. His voice was barely above a whisper.

"What?" She did not get his question at first.

Instead of repeating his question, he took long strides to the bed and whipped her with the sharp-edged whip.

"Ah!" Her agony echoed around the room, and tears pulled out of her eyes like rain, drenching the bedcover as her body shook and fidgeted on the bed.

"I'm sorry." She apologised, not knowing what her offence was, "Please, spare me."

"What type of person catches Claire Emir's attention?" He rephrased his question, louder this time.

"Tall, fair, beautiful, shy, weak, and sweet." She listed all of them in one breath. Her cry became loud whimpers. "She likes everyone with those characteristics. Please, believe me."

His lifeless eyes glared into her teary ones, "If she likes all those, why is she with you then?"

"We only catch fun together when she gets her heart broken, nothing more."

The man turned away from her to head for the door. But he halted, "You wasted my time."

"I'm sorry, please." She apologised sobbing.

He turned back to her, "I don't forgive."

He raised the whip and whipped her, "This is for wasting my time."

Another whip, "This is for sleeping with Claire."

"And this," He whipped her harder one last time, "Is for saying words that make Claire look bad. Nobody is allowed to say bad things about her, not even her friends."

He dropped the whip on the floor and looked at what he had done.

The woman's body was disfigured, her lap torn and her blood dripped on the bedcover, making the white fabric stained and colourful.

The woman had gone silent, but she was not dead. The faint rise and fall of her chest could testify to that. She had fainted from pain and cries.

The man was satisfied with what he had done, he walked away towards the door gently, barely leaving his footprints behind, and he wiped his bloodstained hands with the towel around his neck.

He went out of the room and met his right-hand man.

"Take her to the hospital. I can't get Claire getting worried about the girl, her little slut. I will be sad if she's worried." He spoke like a lunatic and walked away.

***

Gleet Finn had his laptop bag closely clenched to his chest as he made his move towards the closest bus stop for a bus that would take him to the company he had just been employed by. Emir-Entertainment.

He would have loved to go to the company with a car, maybe a Jeep, or even a Toyota Camry would do, but sadly, he had none. He was not dressed like a typical rich guy.

And why not take a cab? He would have been asked. The answer was simple, he had no spare money to take a cab twice a day.

A train or a bus?

There was neither a train station nor a bus station around his house. His house was very close to a slum area, and the road was the worst road ever recorded in the history of the people of Vienna.

Finn successfully walked the distance to the bus stop, and luck shone on him, he met a bus there, packed with people.

He halted. 'This feels familiar.' He thought and looked around the place, his index finger gently pushing back his recommended glasses into place.

Images of things began to flash in front of him, it was like he was seeing a vision. Some people are discussing aloud on a bus.

Images flashed again of someone pushing him from behind.

And again, someone is bringing out a knife.

When the next flash happened to him, the horn from the bus driver got him back on track, distracting him, "Are you coming or not?"

"Y.. Yes, I am, please." He stuttered and quickly entered the bus. He paid and took a seat in the second row of seats, very close to the door.

The loud discussion of students from behind him was very disturbing for him when he settled down. Their laughter reminded him so much of the disturbing night songs of mosquitoes in his house. He couldn't bear it, so he pulled his earpods into his ears and locked himself in a world alone.

A commotion suddenly began in the bus, and the students in the bus began to fight.

Finn was not aware of this at first, until one of them pushed him from behind, and his earpods fell. He turned to them, and again, the scene looked so familiar to him.

Flashes began to appear before him.

He suddenly saw one of the students searching his backpack, and Finn was too tongue-tied to warn the others. He jolted to his feet and watched as the student pulled out a knife, and among the chaos and people trying to separate those fighting, he wanted to stab the other student, but a freelance mistakenly took the knife.

The knife drove straight into the heart of the stranger and he dropped dead.

"He has killed him!" Someone among them shouted.

Everybody began to run around inside the bus, even the driver, who parked the bus in the center of the road and jumped out of the window of the bus, running for his life.

Finn? He was heavy on his spot, his hands shook, and his legs wobbled and felt heavy. It felt like a dream, it was a dream. He shivered.

"I saw it in my dream. I saw it and it happened."