Sienna calmly walked down the flight of stairs. With each step she took lower there was a corresponding click of her heels. The burning yellow flames from the Sconces on the wall lit the path which guided her all the way down the underground torture quod.Reaching leveled ground, Sienna heard the twelfth blood-curdling scream since she began her journey down. She stood as still as a wax figure and sucked in a good long breath. The familiar scent of freshly shed blood tainted it.How perfect. Finally, she is in her safe place.The torture quod looked the same as it has always been, relatively dark and depressing without a bleak of natural lighting coming in; adding pressure to the mental torture of its hundreds of captives. Being built with stones placed above each other for support in addition to the burning torches on the wall, emitted vibes incredibly similar to the crude dungeons of ancient days. Vast varieties of both named and unnamed modern torture devices were arranged so neatl

The next five days flowed rather smoothly.Smooth isn't normal.Lord Vincent had really meant it with his intent and threats that her health improved.Soon after escaping his chambers, the adrenaline dissipated and Isadora was hit hard with the pain of her flesh wounds and high fever. She found it hard to stand or move about the room and once she got on the bed she felt married to it.Luckily a doctor had visited her some hours later and was very thorough with the checkups and nutrition in the following days. Even the maids that were instructed to attend to her had become much nicer than before.However, Isadora didn't let this temporary good time cloud her mind. This rather gave her a lot of time to digest the recent happenings.She replayed the duel over and over again in her mind but couldn't seem to come to a conclusion for her most profound question. How was Sienna suddenly able to get the upper hand?At the beginning of the fight, she had taken the time to properly assess her op

The crowd exploded with murmurs. Some of which Isadora could easily guess."What did she just say?!""She dares to refute the Don's orders. Does she have a death wish?!""Who knew the daughter of Lance was such a spineless bastard!"Isadora nearly bit off her tongue in annoyance.Just how naive do they think she is to not understand this game. If she kills Dante, even if he has lost all respect for his comrades it's synonymous with officially attracting loathe from the entire B division and if she doesn't they curse at her?She is going to be in the Black Saints for a while, making so many enemies at once will be a foolish move.Isadora backed away from Dante and let the gun drop to the ground."What are you doing, Isadora?" Felicity's voice rang out in concernSienna smirked bearing the most satisfied thoughts of all, 'A dumb bitch is a dumb bitch after all. It looks like she has been worried for nothing. The problem is on the road of eliminating itself.'In all the hubbub, Isadora r

Isadora's pupils constrict into a smaller circle, filled with loathe. "Kill you? Gee, I thought assassination moves don't work on you, master?"Vincent felt peeved, "They don't.""Huh!" Isadora moans in surprise as Vincent easily rolls over and pins her down instead.She squirms around but isn't able to budge from Vincent's hold. She bites her lips nervously.Gosh, she got carried away and made a mistake. The weight of the collar suddenly felt heavier… would he punish her?"You aren't capable of killing me, Flavia or anyone else." Vincent says matter-of-factly as he towers over Isadora.She grits her teeth, "What makes you so sure about that?""I see it in your eyes. You have no will." Vincent gets off Isadora and sits on the ground beside her.Isadora sits up too and they both stay quiet for a few seconds."Spit out your thoughts, Flavia. We can't continue if you are so distracted." Vincent speaks dryly.Isadora hesitates."And don't you dare lie to me." He adds."Why did you help me

Isadora steps out of the kitchen, a bit exhausted, finally done with the dishes. She begins her journey back to the servants' quarters for a quick rest.The passages are quiet at this time of the day because everyone is out working; this makes it all stranger as there is a black figure at the far end of the passage when natural light fails to reach.Isadora moves forward fearlessly but cautiously, when she became near enough to tell who it was, she almost cursed out loud.She ignored the person and attempted to walk right past before she hears a voice akin to scratching on a chalkboard."Stop right there maid Isadora," Sienna commands haughtily.To her surprise, Isadora obeys without fuss. The bitch is finally learning to know her place. She crosses her arms under her bust and wears an ugly frown."Did you not see me standing here or were you going to pass without acknowledging my presence?"Isadora smirks and maintains eye contact with Sienna, the type that makes one uncomfortable."