~~CECILIA~~Luckily, Ivan didn't say a word to me as he ate the pasta I made him. I had to applaud his courage and endurance because I took a bite of the mess, and I had to shove the plate aside because the food was the opposite of bad.I wanted to feel bad for him, as he shoved spoonfuls and spoonfuls into his mouth without even wincing, but I couldn't.I enjoy knowing that I could make him suffer, even though this was unintentional.Once he finished the food, he pushed the plate aside and wordlessly left the room while I stifled a laugh.Yeah, that should serve you right psycho.Although it was sweet, very sweet that he endured the horror I had presented on a plate, just so he wouldn't hurt my feelings and…Sweet???I shook my head with a frown. It's not sweet. There's nothing sweet about the bastard. Nothing at all.I am not dumb and I'm not a child. I know damn well that this overnight softness has an ulterior motive behind it. And I ain't falling for that.I made a toast for myse
~~CECILIA~~When he drew away, the look he gave me sent a yummy jolt straight in between my legs. His eyes were dark as he stared at me, and nostrils were flaring."Cecilia…" he growled. I love the way he said my name. I realised tightening my grip around his neck and pressing closer so I could feel the rasp of my hard nipples against his bare chest.He closed his eyes and took in a harsh breath, then opened them again. But this time when he looked at me, it was with amusement. Gone was the fire, the desire that was there just a few seconds ago- and replaced with mockery.He was mocking me. Oh God.But why not? I had practically come into his room and jumped him…same man I vowed to hate.But who could blame me anyways?"You couldn't control yourself anymore?" He said- voice laced with amusement.Shame slammed into me quickly and I dropped my arms from his neck, pushing away from him but he held me in place with the arm that was still around my waist."Fuck you!" I spat- my chest hea
~~IVAN~~DECEMBER 25TH, 2013.It was Christmas. The one day that Ivan ever got a little bit of relief in the cell. The only day he didn't have to be cut, so they could take his blood samples, or have needles piercing through his skin every single hour- or forced to do unnatural stuff.Because it was Christmas, and the scientists were all with their families, having a nice holiday together while he was locked in a 'breed proof' cell, under at least a million surveillance cameras with large chains holding his hand and legs.He had learnt to endure it over the years. The first time was torture, having to stand, sprayed out like that with each hand and leg chained to the far away halls. His bones had protested, muscles ached. But now he felt nothing- no pain, no ache. He had learnt to numb out feelings.His eyes were closed and he was trying to drift off to sleep, but that seemed impossible.Then he heard the gates unlocking and almost startled but a quick whiff in the air had him relaxi
~~CECILIA~~After several minutes or rather what felt like an eternity, my body stopped shaking from the sobs and I got myself to stop crying.Still that did nothing to erase the horror, the fear that filled my head and worst of all the disgust coiling my stomach.What just happened?What just happened?My body shook, as I recalled the dangerous look I had seen in Ivan's eyes as he almost squeezed the life out of me. The murderous look- like he could easily kill me without a second beat.Just like my parents died.My stomach turned violently, as it played inside my head again. I have never seen him like that. Hell, I had never seen anyone like that. He almost looked non humane- his eyes which were normally black turned red, fucking red and I could swear I sighed fangs when he snarled. Fangs!!And his voice…I shivered again. What just happened? I wrapped around my hand around my knee, rocking myself on the bed What if he had killed me?Obviously he had lost his senses, he wasn't in
~~DARYA~~I was on my way out when I overheard them. First it was Alistair's annoying laugh, then Rossi's hushed voice and two other maids whispering and snickering.What on earth were they doing? I walked to the kitchen and stopped just by the doorway to eavesdrop and overheard Ilana telling Cecilia about Ivan's missing.That doesn't bother me because it is a story that everyone in the hood knows. But what bothered me was Rossi's expression. At first it was sad, then it just turned full on suspicious, like she was drawing a plan in her mind.One reason I'm Ivan's favourite person- enough to be his right hand is how perspective I am. I can easily fucking read a person with their facial expression. It would goddamn take a skilled poker face to throw me off.And Rossi…girl has something up her sleeve and after a few weeks of watching her, I could swear it was nothing good.I leaned against the door frame folding my arm across my chest as she whispered questions which Ilana- big mouth sh
~~ROMAN~~Silas was seething. The tension in his body and anger rolling off him was almost funny if I wasn't so upset myself.It is very rare to see the collected Silas this angry and I could see the surprise in Darya's eyes even though she tried so much to hide it.It still amazes me until now how much she has changed. How stronger and more deceptive she has become over the years- how much the woman we once gave our heart to had turned and changed.What was it that happened?Darya's mother was my mother's personal maid which means they lived with us. We all grew up together- the four of us. And as kids she was like the sister we never had.Until we started growing older, we started understanding lust and want between men and women and started growing in brotherly feelings towards her.Hmmm. Darya was a very cheerful girl, filled with so much delight. So much delight and she had been so innocent- or so she wanted us to believe.It was that innocence that made us respect her boundaries
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~~ SILAS ~~Seeing Alex's face crumbled in pain and confusion was a little heartbreaking, so I immediately pulled him into a hug.It bugged him out at first, as his body tensed up- apparently not expecting the display of emotion, but he eventually leaned Into the hug.He was getting much better and more open than he was a week ago. The first few days he spent in this house he had refused to come out of his room, and we had respected his distance-only very slowly approaching him to let him know that this isn't the slave house he spent the past few months in.And my brothers and I had tried our best to make him feel at home. It was heartbreaking to imagine what he had to go through, the pains he had to endure in that torture cell for two months.He's just young. Too young, and my blood boils when I think of it.When I see the scars on his back from being beaten with canes, the scars on his palms from hard work. And the sadness, the depth of pain in his eyes that no child had a business