Agatha’s POVI woke up in the hospital the next morning.I heard that my boss took me to the hospital and even paid my bill. Now feeling good and strong, I went back to the condominium. However, no one was home.“I couldn’t remember what happened.”Embarrassed and grateful, I started to do my work by cooking food.I finished cutting the onion and set it aside on a plate with a knife. Then I picked up the washed tomato and cut it in half.[“You look like a tomato”]I dropped the knife after I remembered a bit of my memories. It was so quick but I’m sure it was my voice.“Did I say that someone looks like a tomato?” I murmured before I picked up the knife that I dropped onto the floor. If I wasn’t lucky, the knife that I dropped would have cut one of the finger toes.‘I should be careful.’All day, I tried my best to recall what happened before I ended up in the hospital.“I was on my way home. Then…”Then? What?‘I think I bumped into someone before everything turned black.’“Who was i
Lanceil spaced out while sitting in front of his desk. The conversation he had with Agatha in the hospital kept replaying in his mind again and again. “Sir Lanceil? Is that you?” With heavy eyelids, Agatha forced her eyes open, and she tilted her head to him. “You’re awake,” Lanceil greeted while sitting next to her bed. “Where am I?” “Inside your room. The woman next door said that you fell unconscious on your way to the condominium.” “The creepy woman next door?” “Creepy?” Now that Agatha brought that, Lanceil would agree that their neighbor looked creepy. “I want water,” Agatha begged. The strained expression on Lanceil’s face loosened as he looked back at Agatha. “Wait a minute. I’ll get you a water.” He stood up and poured water into a glass. He helped Agatha sit up and then he handed her a glass of water. “I feel so dizzy,” Agatha breathed after taking a sip. “You will. The doctor said that you’ll feel dizzy. So, lie down again.” Agatha shut her eyes and
When Lanceil went back to his condominium, neither Agatha nor Vincent was home. He felt glad because he didn’t know how to face Agatha, or if Agatha could remember their conversation. ‘Since I am alone, maybe I can…’ he had an impure idea. Lanceil went to the bathroom. He took off his clothes and threw himself into the bathtub filled with warm water. As he closed his eyes, Lanceil recalled Agatha’s words. [“You’re a very clean person. Even though you’re still a young healthy man, it seems you are not interested in such things. Masturbating.”]“Shit.”He’s getting hard just by recalling her voice and her words. Lanceil looked at his er*ct manhood and spit out swear words over and over again. He then recalled the day he saw Agatha’s p*nty by accident. “Ahhh, Agatha,” he called his name. “Ha….”Lanceil’s hand touched his p*llar and it moved rapidly.“You don’t know what’s in my mind, Agatha,” he whispered. Every time the slippery wet pillar was rubbed by the rough hands, the strai
As soon as Vincent entered his friend’s house, he heard a piercing shout for him. “Agatha pooped in my shoes!” his friend complained. He was referring to the stray cat from the street that Vincent took and brought to his friend’s house.Weirdly, when Vincent heard that the cat, which was named after his brother’s maid, he had an odd image of the real human Agatha pooping in the shoes.“Pfft…!” Vincent laughed, which annoyed his friend even more. “Do you think it’s funny?”Wiping his wet eyes, Vincent answered, “Yeah.”“HA HA HA,” Jackson gave him an excessive laugh before he pointed to the cat, that aws biting and scratching the sofa. “That’s funny?”Vincent was ignorant and said, “Why? She’s cute.” “Cute my ass! I bought my shoes for $500! And the CUTE LITTLE FELLA, pooped in my shoes!” “That’s not expensive. My shoes are $2000.”“Vincent, you bastard….!”“Fuck. You are so noisy.” Vincent shook his ear with his forefinger. “Don’t you feel guilty for shouting at me when I was a
“Finally. I met you,” Agatha said to Brett, who appeared after ruining her date with Lanceil in the orphanage. “Did you miss me so bad?” Brett asked, laughing. Agatha rolled her eyes. It’s not that she missed him. She was annoyed that Brett didn’t explain anything to her after he suddenly appeared in the orphanage. “We have a lot to talk, Master,” Agatha said. “Save it later. It’s holiday.” “What?” Agatha knows that today is a holiday. But wasn’t Brett interested in hearing reports about her mission? ‘He looks so desperate when he came to the orphanage!’ Agatha complained in her head. “Didn’t you call me to hear my reports?” “I will hear that later. For now, I am giving you a day off.” “Which part of this is my day off?” she said, raising one of her brows. “Because we’re going out to relax!” He announced, opening his arms widely.Agatha blinked apathetically, which, entertained Brett even more. He must be having so much fun annoying her and seeing her bored face right afte
Brett brought Agatha to a luxurious restaurant after visiting the large aquarium. Sitting inside the restaurant, Agatha looked at the grilled whole fish on her plate, before she diverted her eyes to the smiling Brett.“I thought you were hungry. So, what are you waiting for? Dig in,” offered Brett, while pointing to the food he ordered.At their table, there are filler-free crab cakes, grilled sushi-style octopus, firm, meaty Fagri, a Greek pink snapper, flaky, ivory Turbot, and a crisp mix of paper-thin fried zucchini, eggplant, and cheese.“Master,” she called with a sigh.“Yes?” “We just visited an aquarium. Right?” “We did.” “Then, why did you bring me to a restaurant that offers fish and seafood?” Agatha thought that it didn’t make sense that they are going to eat fish and seafood after sightseeing at the aquarium. It just feels so wrong.The mystery, however, was solved by Brett’s next response. “It’s your fault,” he blamed.“My fault?”“You wanted to be a fish, so I sudden
Vincent brought a citrus canned juice. He was planning to give it to Agatha, even though their relationship was bad. ‘I’ll throw this to that idiot maid,’ he said to himself while opening the door of the condo.He walked toward her room and was about to knock on the door, but Vincent hesitated. ‘What would I say?’ he asked himself. Somehow, he couldn’t bring himself to give it to her because he felt guilty. There were times when he purposely made Agatha’s job as a maid very difficult. To tease her, he deliberately spilled the milk in the kitchen. Not only that, but he also even stained his und*rgarments and the bed sheets with his sem*n, because he knew she’d be too embarrassed to wash those.So, when Agatha fell sick, Vincent blamed himself. He looked at the juice in his hand. He heard footsteps coming closer, so he dropped the juice and then walked out of the condo. When he reached outside, Vincent realized why he bought the juice for Agatha. ‘I am getting interested in her i
Sebastian and I went to the coffee shop near the condominium building. Wordlessly sitting in front of him, I looked at the citrus juice that Sebastian ordered for me. ‘There must be an issue about citrus juice.’ “I heard about you and Mikhail.” I lifted my eyes to Sebastian, who spoke after being quiet for a long time. “The two of you broke up,” he said. I took a sip of the juice. When I placed the glass on the table, I replied to him. “I am sure that’s not the only thing you heard about me,” I said, “Yes. Mikhail and I broke up. My dad was arrested for tax evasion. We lost the authority to run the company. We had debts to pay, and we sold our house. Then, my father died. Now, I am broke.” My best friend looked into my eyes with parted lips. Sebastian heard all of this. I am certain of that. “And you… disappeared,” Sebastian added while looking empathetically at me. “Why did you do that, Agatha?”“Do what?” “Suddenly disappearing in my life. I tried so hard to look for you.
Third Person’s POVBrett had spent the entire day cleaning his younger sister's room. Now that the whole Olive mystery was finally solved and he was free from its clutches, he felt a sense of relief. He neatly packed all of his sister's belongings into boxes and stored them in the cabinet. The only thing he left out was the picture frame of him and Olive.Exhausted from the day's cleaning, Brett lay down on the bed and stared up at the ceiling."Man, that was exhausting," he grumbled, pretending to wipe sweat off his forehead.As he turned his head, his gaze fell upon the picture frame on the table. Sitting up, he leaned against the headboard."So, is this really the end?" he pondered.He had brought justice to his family's tragedy and Ian Grim had been punished. He no longer needed to keep Agatha by his side since their slave contract had ended. Soon, Agatha would be going to Argentina.It felt like the climax had passed and a happy ending was on its way."A happy ending," Brett thou
Agatha’s POVIt's been a whole month since everything went down. Today, I hung out with my friend, Sebastian."Agatha," he said in a serious tone. "Are you really sure about your decision?""Hmmm?""That," he murmured."Ahhh," I nodded, understanding what he was referring to. "Yes, I'm pretty sure."I saw him nod his head before he kicked a small rock that was lying in the middle of the road."Hmmm," he whispered.I looked up and saw the inviting blue sky, urging me to have some more fun today."There are so many bad memories in this place," I said. "So it's better for me to leave."Exactly.Even though I'm gazing at this beautiful sky above me, the horrifying scenes keep replaying in my mind over and over again. Sleeping at night is the worst, as nightmares never fail to haunt me. It's hard to breathe and even harder to cry when my tears have run dry.The only solution I can think of is to go somewhere else.Will it help me forget my past?Maybe yes, maybe not. Who knows if I don’t t
Third Person’s POVIn the afternoon, Vincent made his way to the prison to visit his father. Without any visible emotion, he entered the visiting room and took a seat.He slowly raised his head and saw his father sitting across from him, his wrists bound by handcuffs. Between them stood a rectangular glass door with small holes in the center and a larger hole at the bottom, allowing for hand placement.His father, who had always carried an air of arrogance and elegance, now appeared weathered by the sun. Dark circles lingered beneath his eyes, and his lips were dry and cracked, as if he hadn't tasted water in days. It seemed as though he had aged rapidly.As Vincent gazed at his father in this state, he felt nothing. There was no emotional response to seeing the old man before him."I thought I would be left alone until the end," Ian remarked.Vincent kept his slanted eyes cast downward."But it seems you, out of all my sons, cared for your parent the most. If only I had known, I woul
Agatha’s POVAs I stared at the termination contract, the goal I had set for myself to escape slavery suddenly felt within reach.Brett explained, "This contract means you're free from working for me."I glanced at Brett, noticing his tired and puffy eyes. I wondered if he had been crying all night.The reason Brett had asked me to seduce Lanceil Grim was to uncover the truth behind his sister's death by investigating the Grim family.And now, the mystery was finally solved. Olive, Lanceil's former wife, had died after discovering a secret place beneath the mansion where she saw Mrs. Susan Grim, who was supposed to be dead. Ian Grim had killed his daughter-in-law to keep the truth hidden.The crumpled paper in my hands brought back memories of all the terrible things he had done. Not only did he hide his wife, but he also caused the deaths of hundreds of people on that plane, stole a corpse, killed Olive, my dad, and ultimately, murdered Mikhail.He was sentenced to death by the court
Third Person’s POVInside the ambulance, a sense of claustrophobia always lingers. The confined space is filled with activity, from the paramedics tending to Maxine's wound to the police officer urgently demanding that she survive.Despite the chaos around her, Maxine remains calm, feeling the chill of the ambulance seeping into her body. As time ticks by, the pain in her wound subsides, leaving her with goosebumps and a pallid complexion. Her eyes grow heavy, her breaths shallow, amidst the cacophony of urgent voices.“It is Code 3. Code 3!”A life threatening emergency code 3, her faint vital signs and sirens rang on her ears.‘Ahhhh, I am going to die,’ Maxine realized, and by the time she did, she could not stop the grin spread on her bloody lips.They say time is like a tissue. With every minute that passes before treatment, more body parts that should be pink will turn white or blue, and white or blue equals to dead. Maxine could feel that in any moment she can be at Code 4, the
Third Person’s POVA few days later, the trial against Mr. Ian Grim commenced. Surprisingly, Jake Dawson, despite his deep sorrow over the loss of his son, received a lifetime sentence. The trial concluded smoothly, but it was evident that Mikhail's demise was a result of Ian's deceitful plan. Jake, harboring no sympathy for his acquaintance, saw no reason to protect Ian's reputation. In fact, he desired a more severe punishment for him. Consequently, Jake bravely disclosed the truth in court, leaving Ian with little opportunity to refute the allegations.Nevertheless, Ian remained seated in the courtroom, delusionally believing that he still had a chance to escape his fate. With an unsettling lack of remorse etched on his face, he anxiously awaited his verdict, his wrists bound by handcuffs.The prosecutor declared, "I intend to summon Wayne Jetts as a witness, your Honor."Sebastian took his place on the witness stand and glanced at the spectators. Among them, he locked eyes with Ag
Third Person’s POVMaxine's body was drenched in a cold sweat as she stared at the empty doorway. She struggled to catch her breath, feeling a sharp pain in her lungs with every inhale.With great effort, she slid her arms underneath her and pushed herself up onto her hands and knees. A defeated cry escaped her lips and hung in the air."Ahhhh~"Blood trickled down her face from the wound on her forehead, staining her chin and the ground below. Tears mixed with traces of blood streamed down her face as she slowly stood up.Her head spun, and it felt as if there was an invisible force pulling her down, stronger than the Earth's gravity. But she knew it was only her experiencing this sensation. She was the one tormented by unbearable pain.Maxine had been stabbed in the stomach with a knife. Fresh blood gushed from the wound as she struggled to stand, pressing her hand against it, feeling powerless.Maxine gazed down at the man lying on the ground, his mouth agape.It was Mike, her part
Third Person’s POVDing dong~The security system on the speaker by the doorbell asked, "Who is it?""It's a delivery!" came the reply."You can leave it outside," was the response."We actually need your signature, ma'am.""Oh, really? Just give me a moment."The gate swung open, revealing two men in disguise, Adam and Brett. They were both wearing caps and delivery uniforms as they entered.As soon as they stepped inside, they came face to face with the maid they had spoken to earlier."Good day, ma'am!" Adam greeted, tipping his cap and flashing a smile at the maid.She couldn't help but be captivated by his dimples and his sun-kissed face.Baby boy?Adam was taken aback. Meanwhile, Brett was desperately trying to hold back his laughter."Where do I need to sign?" she inquired, looking at Adam.Adam's mouth hung open for a moment before he closed it. They had forgotten to bring the fake document for the signing!"Um... about that..." Adam stammered.Seeing his struggle, Brett jumpe
Years ago…Brett was buried in paperwork at his desk when he received a text from his step sister. He glanced at his phone and saw Olive’s message.[“Brother. I’m scared.”]He furrowed his brows as he picked up his phone and replied.[“Why? Are you seriously scared of ghosts now?”]Olive responded immediately. [“I think I saw something I shouldn’t have. Brother, I’m scared. Can you come pick me up?”]Brett couldn't understand why his married sister was asking him to take her home.“What kind of joke is this?” he thought. “I can't believe she's still reaching out to me after getting married.”Brett had always harbored secret feelings for his step sister. It was natural given that they weren't blood-related. But when Olive married Lanceil, Brett knew he had to let go of those feelings and keep his distance from her.That’s why he made himself busy in work.After a long time, Olive sent him a weird text message.[“I will only finish some paperwork.”] Brett replied. [“Then I will pick you