Alle Kapitel von One Hundred Nights with the Black Blindfold: Kapitel 11 – Kapitel 20

Night had fallen, plunging the house into an strange silence. That evening, Chantelle noticed the absence of the guards' voices, usually stationed outside her door. No whispers, no sound of boots. An unusual calm reigned, like an invitation to attempt the impossible.She approached the door softly, her heart pounding. This time, she hadn't failed like in broad daylight when all eyes were on her. No. The night offered her a chance, a real one. She took out the stolen key, inserted it into the lock, turned gently… and the door opened without a sound.The hallway was deserted, bathed in a greenish light emanating from night lights embedded in the walls. Without wasting a second, Chantelle descended the stairs on tiptoe. The living room, plunged into darkness, seemed empty.She moved forward, breathless, already believing she could touch freedom. But a voice suddenly rang out from the shadows, glacial and severe:— So, you still refuse to submit to my orders, Chantelle?She started violen

Raphina displayed a satisfied smile.At that moment, a waiter entered with a tray holding two glasses of alcohol. Without waiting, Raphina took one and placed the other in front of Chantelle.— So, Mr. Gérard, I accept your daughter's apologies, he said, maintaining his hypocritical smile. Chantelle, I forgive you. I know you'll never do what you did to me last time again. And for that… we must toast.Chantelle threw a hesitant glance at her father, then at Raphina.— No… I don't drink alcohol. I'm sorry, she replied in a calm voice.Raphina slammed his hand violently on the table, making the glasses tremble.— Who do you think you are?! You come crawling to apologize, and you dare refuse me a drink?! he exclaimed, staring at her with rage. You're the one who disrespected me, and now you want to set conditions?!He paused, slowly turned his head toward Gérard.— Mr. Gérard, your daughter really doesn't want me to be gentle with her, huh…— No, no, Mr. Paterne, Gérard hurried to say, v

Collen removed his shoes and slowly took off his suit, letting it fall carelessly onto the armchair. He rolled up the sleeves of his white shirt and approached the bed, gently sliding his arms beneath her.Without a word, he carried her to the bathroom. Cold water was already filling the bathtub. He leaned over and carefully placed Chantelle inside.At the icy contact, she startled violently, gripping his arm.— It's very cold… Chantelle murmured, shivering.— I know, Collen replied in a soft voice. It will soothe you.He knelt beside the tub and began to gently splash water on her shoulders, her neck, the top of her chest.But for Chantelle, this cold water soothed nothing. Instead, it further inflamed the fire already boiling inside her. Each shiver was another spark.She waited for him to splash another handful of water on her, then grabbed his wet hand, held it against her chest for a moment, and murmured:— That won't help extinguish the flame…Her fingers slid slowly along his a

Monday arrived faster than she would have liked.At six-thirty, Chantelle woke with a start—she was late for work.She turned her head toward her phone, grabbed it mechanically, and checked her messages. Nothing.Still nothing from her father.— That's strange… she murmured, frowning. Why hasn't Dad called me back?She slowly set the phone down, got up, and headed to the bathroom.The hot water of the shower couldn't erase the strange feeling of unease that had taken hold of her.She put on a simple, casual dress, grabbed her bag, and left the house.A taxi stopped almost immediately in front of her and dropped her off at the company.The building was already buzzing with activity: employees were arriving from all directions, chatting, walking hurriedly, exchanging quick greetings.But as soon as she entered the main lobby, Chantelle felt a shift in the air.Right in front of her, two young women walked side by side, their voices barely audible but close enough for her to catch fragme

This was the fifth time Chantelle had gone up and down the elevator to fetch him a simple coffee. Her legs were heavy, her back sweaty, and her arms trembled slightly from exhaustion. She felt like a puppet pulled by invisible strings.When she entered the cafeteria once more, the server, who had laughed at her earlier attempts, now looked at her with a tender expression.— Your boss is just testing your limits, she said softly.— I'm at my limit. Exhausted, Chantelle breathed, short of breath. I haven't even unpacked my office things yet…— Don't give up. It's a power play. What did he say this time?— That it was bitter… I'm going to put a lot of sugar in it. Too much, even.— How many packets?— Five.The server's eyes widened.— Five? But that's… that's syrup, not coffee.— He can fire me instead of making me run around like a fool, Chantelle replied, shrugging.Without argument, the server added the five packets, stirred slowly, and handed the cup to Chantelle.— Here. And… good