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“I think you have me confused with someone else,” he coughed, choking on the cloud. “You come into my bar all the time.” Innocently, he queried, “Have you ever once seen me do anything inappropriate?”
“Listen up shitbag!” I pointed toward his face before dropping my cigarette onto the cement floor. “I'm not stupid,” I growled, closing my eyes while taking a few breaths to calm myself down. “I know what you do behind the public's back!”
His face contorted into confusion until I continued.
“You planned to sell both Tanya and Isabelle to the human trafficking ring, Stella!” I barked. “However, that will never happen as they're both safe from you now!”
He held his hands out in front of him waving them back and forth, “I was never going to sell Tanya,” he poorly defended, “but, virgins are worth a lot of money and it was an opportunity I could not pass up.”
Without further questioning, I drew my fist back then connected it to his mouth as hard as I could. Blood spewed from his lips as several teeth ejected from his smile, through into the air. His limp body crumbled to the concrete floor beneath him, cracking his head. I stood over his body, spitting harshly onto his cheek.
“Stand up mother fucker!”
He did not move a muscle. I never took my eyes off him.
“What's wrong?” I chuckled, “you don't have anything to say to me now?”
He began to roll back and forth, holding his jaw. “What the fuck is wrong with you?”
“What's wrong with me?” I scoffed as I squatted down, bending over into his face, “You are!”
“What I do is my business,” he spat as he stumbled to his feet.
I drew my fist back, jabbing him in the face once again. This time, instead of crumbling to the floor, he became stiff, falling backwards. His head bounced off the cement floor with several loud cracks. Blood began to pool under his limp body. Blaine handed me a small towel. I wiped my hands off before shoving it back into his arms.
“Lock him up,” I commanded. “I will come visit him later.”
I left them to do their job as I went to shower immediately.
It was nighttime and I could not sleep. I started to wonder about the house. What did it actually look like? I could walk around but was unsure ifSirwould be awake. So, I decided to be safe, playing by whatever rules he had. Not wanting to get into trouble, I made sure that I had the lace blindfold close by. I opened the dresser drawer looking for some proper pajamas. That is when I realized he was obsessed with both black and lace. I pulled out the most non-revealing outfit I could find in case I ran into him.
I secured the fabric over my eyes before I double checked it in the mirror. When I walked out of my bedroom, I was faced with a long, dark hallway that I had to maneuver with obscured vision. I could not properly eat. How was I going to walk alone around a house I had yet to explore?
Roughly ten minutes later, I found myself being drawn to a dimly lit room. I stepped through a large archway, peering into a room that appeared to be the kitchen. It was a lot smaller than I imagined for the size of the house. I slowly crept further in, unaware of my surroundings.
I heard the sound of a throat clearing from across the room. Jumping, I spun my body toward the sound. That is when I saw the silhouette of him standing before me, leaning on a bar while sipping a drink.
5 Conflicted
He propped on his elbow, sipping a drink. Peering down at the glass, he swirled the liquid around. From my point of view, he seemed to be in deep thought, mesmerized by the movement of the ice cubes in his glass. Without glancing up, he gulped the rest of it, before placing the cup on the bar then crossing his arms over his chest.
“What are you doing awake, Isabelle?”
I was not expecting to see him, even though I prepared myself for it. I had not planned a speech in case we bumped into one another. Appearing weak under his watchful eyes, I swallowed my fear as I attempted to mask it with a sense of confidence.
“I couldn't sleep,” I mumbled, my eyes focusing on the floor. “I figured I would explore.”
“And what were you hoping to find?” he mused as he reached for a nearby liquor bottle, refilling his glass.
“I thought I would start with the kitchen,” I smiled, thinking I had found my way there.
He chuckled, “Well, this is not the kitchen.”
“O-oh,” I stuttered, “well it looks like it.”
“This is the butler's pantry,” he smirked. “Are you hungry?”
He set his glass on the surface before slowly approaching me. Circling me once unhurriedly, he trailed his fingers around my midsection. Coming to a stop in front of me, he placed both of his hands on my forearms. This strange man managed to awaken every sense inside my body. My nose suddenly identified the aroma of his cologne mixed with his aftershave, causing me to become weak.
