Svetlana Yulia Kozlovsky
I glared at the digital clock on my desk, willing it to run faster and as it struck 6:40, sliding my hand on my lap I disconnected the phones with my left hand and stood up. I slipped the mirror phone between two files.
Once successfully nestling the phone under the files I walked to Mia's table but she was sitting already on the desk.
As I neared the table, I slightly bent down to keep the file in the pile when I jutted my elbow out collided with the paperweight and some files to the edge, lucratively knocking them with the file and phone in my hand.
"Oh… Sorry, I didn't see that." I said that and Mia bent down to pick all the stuff. I saw Mia unsuspected keeping her phone back on the desk with all the other merchandise.
Having kept the phone and file back, I came back to my desk hiding a smirk of accomplishment
Svetlana Yulia Kozlovsky The next few days for me passed in peace with me following all the orders in the office and receiving glares from Tiziana and Gina, which totally could be because of the humiliation they had to suffer in the hands of Dominic. Luca made no attempt to contact or console me. Bastard. Furthermore, I was having quiet meals at home too. Too quiet for my taste but… well. Seth Astor and his wife were almost every day invited somewhere for dinner and they did breakfast before I even woke up. Aston didn't visit very often I hardly have seen him thrice and Asher was back in his hostel. Therefore my interaction with the Astor Family was minimized to zero which didn't bother me at all. After a tiring day of sorting out sh*t in the office I was munching down snacks that I stole from Asher’s room. Unknowingly, I have
Svetlana Yulia Kozlovsky I took out the bottle of glycerin from my bag, tilted my head back, looked up at the gross ceiling that I hope had seen better days, and pulled down my lower eyelid to place the dropper directly over the eye rim and squeeze out 2 drops of glycerin. I looked down and gently closed my eye for 1 minute. I then placed one finger at the corner of my eye near the nose and applied gentle pressure. I could always spill real tears in my act but that was one hell of a tiring thing to do. So this glycerin will have to do. I then took a deep breath and inspected my face in my hand mirror then decided to use a little blush-on to make my face look flustered. Finally giving myself a last look, I stood up from the commode and got out of the booth and threw an accusatory glare at Tiziana and Gina. Gina and Tiziana
Svetlana Yulia Kozlovsky My mouth falls ajar, "You believe me? Really? Why?” Then when the relative surprise pass my eyes widen a bit, “It was you." I murmured in realization. Tiziana’s smirk widened and she leaned closer, "Yes, it was me but unfortunately for you, nobody will believe you. Even if you were to shout it to the world. Or maybe they would though nothing will come out of it." Saying that Tiziana flipped her hair back with her triumphant stare eyeing the ring with distaste and took steps backwards. Tiziana shrugged her shoulder mockingly and went out of the restroom with the dumbstruck Gina following behind her. The girl who was standing beside Gina came forward and extended her hand with a tissue in front of me without a word. I saw the girl had an expressionless face and stiff body language as if she was a robot. Taking the
Svetlana Yulia Kozlovsky He eyes flickered to and fro between the glasses. His hand was suspended in the air but not reaching for any glass. I hid my smirk by pursing my lips. I nodded to the glasses in an attempt to hurry him, he made a show of swallowing his spit and reached for the glass nearest to him when I interrupted him, "That's mine." His head jerked up, "Huh?! Oh! Thanks for letting me know." Daniel said with a relieved tone. I squinted my eyes a little. I wonder how such a transparent fool lived to see this day. He hardly looked past his mid-twenties and had such a rotten moral compass but still was unhinged. I picked the other glass, held the drink and contemplated for a few minutes looking at it. I shouldn’t be drinking this! I decided I brought this on myself so raised the glass toward him for a cheer up, then chugged down the whole content in one go. Daniel also followed s
Svetlana Yulia Kozlovsky The drink burnt my throat but the burn was too familiar. I need to stop drinking. I'd been an alcoholic before. Like fuel catches fire, you can fall back on the habits. It wasn't wrong to say that I was an AA because I'm used to drowning my issues in alcohol. I had strong tolerance to alcohol so it was easy to overdrink, though I hardly ever got drunk. The past few days had been hard for me although I bought beers and stole expensive wine bottles from Master Lu's collection the quantity was hardly enough to satisfy me. And I didn't prefer these, I like Vodka and I need to stop drinking. I saw he drank the whole drink too with a smug look. I felt pity for the ignorant creature because of the demise that was going to befall him. At the same time, I held my head and complained about the ache so that Daniel would assume the drug was taking its effect and take me to
Then bending to her level I said with an evil smirk, "...But onlyone f*ck. Remember only one. After that, you will inject this in his neck." I extended my hand with a filled syringe toward the girl on the floor. The girl widened her eyes looking at the syringe I was giving her. Her mind probably had too many thoughts at once about the strange woman that I am and my behaviour. Her questions were evident on her face. Was I asking her to kill him? But why after having sex? She nervously stared between the syringe and m then gulped and asked in a voice barely above a whisper, "I-Is it poison?" I, who was running my middle finger on the sharp edge of the dagger, looked up, smirked and asked instead, "Do you want it to be?" She looked about ready to pass out. "Though it should be, it isn't." giving a pause to stare at the girl's expressions turning to one of relief, I continued, "… It is a sedative. When he is unconscious, ti
I entered the Hotel room where the escort and the man were present. My brows rose in shock looking at the scene played in front of me. I have to say I am impressed. Daniel was tied with torn sheets on a chair. His ankles were bound to the legs of the chair and his wrists were bound to the arms of the chair. Despite being tied he was still thrashing on the tied chair. Sweat was dripping off him in waves. Apparently, the drug effect hasn't worn off yet.Moreover, a torn piece of the sheet was also shoved into his mouth. He was naked except for another piece of the torn sheets covering his pelvic region. The room was cleared except for the girl's torn clothes and the man's clothes on the floor.The girl sat anxiously at the edge of the bed in a pair of jeans and a T-shirt, which most probably she brought as a backup. She was fidgeting with her fingers consecutively. I had to say it, the woman was good for a beginner. If she refined the little edges
I started wearing the gloves used for surgical theatre, meanwhile, Daniel kept shouting in fright and desperation. With a calm expression, I looked up at the escort and ordered, "Gag him. He is noisy." Out of all the population, I disgusted rapists the most; they are monsters regardless of their status or culture. Rape wasn't robbery or murder. In murder, you kill a person once but when you rape a person you kill him, every day, he or she lives. Murders can be justified if they are in defence or in a state of mind, robbery is usually donee out of desperation but rape, it can never be justified in any situation, culture, society, or religion. A tooth for a tooth and an eye for an eye; If you destroy someone's life you have to repay with yours. Call me a sadist, but I strongly promoted vengeance. I picked the syringe and the bottle up and started filling the injection, I spoke in a calm manner, "Do you know 70% of victim suffer half their lives