Chapter 6

A few days later, the wound on my body began to heal. I lowered my eyes and touched the white cloth, the external wound had healed, but the injury inside my heart was not stopping bleeding.

During that time, Vincent went to the hospital every day. Seeing him made me uncomfortable, but I couldn't do anything about him, so I considered him invisible.

Vincent is also very patient, not showing any anger. "If you have recovered, go back to my house; there is no need for this little place anymore. Going back and forth every day, annoying."

I looked up at him, my five fingers clutching the blanket.

He was on our territory, took our house, and now he opens his mouth to say it's his home sounds easy.

I smiled sarcastically, not saying a word.

Vincent has no shame; he raises his eyes. "Is your old home. Do you think I'm good to you? I chose that house because I didn't want you to feel strange. Although it is a bit small, it is also immaculate."

My blood boils, I look at Vincent with resentment, but I must force myself to calm down. I do not respond to him, not only today but since the day I was confined in this place, I have lived like a mute. I couldn't do anything to him because I was too weak, because in his hands was holding the lives of my mother and brother. But I don't want to talk to a scum like him; I want to protest in my way; at least that way, I will feel a little more comfortable.

"No more talking. After hearing me say that, I thought you would get angry and scold me. really hopeless." Vincent clicked his tongue, looking bored. "You have no idea how much I miss your voice. Or tell me a sentence."

I turned away and looked out the window. Watching the birds fly freely in the sky, looking at the floating clouds. I wish I could be like them, free to fly in the sky without the burden of hatred on my shoulders.

In the afternoon, I was brought 'home' by him.

I stood in front of the door in a daze, taking a deep breath in the corners of my eyes. The house is no longer a house; the house is now just an empty iron frame without any vitality. Initially, the warm, happy atmosphere before was no longer there.

"Come in. Are you unfamiliar with this place?" Vincent pursed his lips; it seemed that making me suffer made him very happy.

Vincent wrapped his arms around my waist and carried him to the bedroom without letting me react. Coincidentally, it was my previous room. Everything was still the same as when I left, but when I returned, I was no longer the me I was before.

"Here smells of you. Was this your room before?" Vincent raised an eyebrow.

I didn't answer, struggling from his iron arm. Vincent didn't stop me either; he gently placed me on the ground.

Suddenly I see a reflection in the mirror that makes me jump back in surprise. Long, loose hair, dark eyes, lifeless, gaunt white face. I frowned and realized that it was me; in a short time, I had changed so much that I didn't even know it.

My hand trembled to touch my face; it felt so sad.

Suddenly the phone rang. Vincent glanced lazily; he did not go out but stayed in the room to answer the phone. During one session, Vincent just listened to the other person speak; he did not respond to any of the questions. Vincent's face worsened; his eyes were sharp as knives, the corners of his lips curled cruelly, and he hung up the phone.

I can't guess the mind of this sinister man; he smiles all the time, but how much is the truth inside? Or is it that after that smile, someone will die, and a family is broken?

"Seeing your mood is not good. Tomorrow I will give you a big gift; I am sure you will be satisfied. Vincent brushed his cold lips over my ear.

I pulled back, pushed him away, and looked at him with cold eyes.

Vincent was not angry; he just smiled faintly and turned away. "Relax, I have some business to take care of."

Seeing the heavy door closed, I sat on the ground and found a corner to cry. I don't allow myself to be weak before Vincent, but I can't help it when I'm alone.

After crying until my eyes hurt, I sat there staring out the window like a lost soul. Suddenly the hatred in my heart rose again; the remnants of that day still did not stop clinging to me, making my spirit always confused and tense. Standing before the enemy could not stab him to death to avenge his father, but I had to submit to his side, letting him play. I'm afraid that if I give it any more time, I will go crazy.

The loud sound of a car engine ripped through the peaceful atmosphere; I didn't need to look to know who it was. Vincent turned, and his tall figure stepped out of the car; sensing my gaze, he raised his head, smiling again.

His smile makes me creepy non-stop; he is like a devil, step by step, step by step approaching me.

The door opened, and Vincent frowned as he saw me crouching on the ground. His caring demeanor made me feel nauseous.

"Why are you sitting on the ground? The ground is so cold." Vincent dropped his eyes and carried me to the bed; even though I struggled with his arms, he was like an iron pin around my waist, forcing me to close my eyes. "Go to sleep; I'll take you to a good show tomorrow."

I opened my eyes and lay in his lap, unable to sleep all night. Not only today, but since the day my father died, I haven't had a chance to rest. Every time I doze off for a bit, I will hear the lamentations echoing everywhere of the fallen innocents; I will see my father's eyes open wide and fall, then my heart will hurt like it's split in two.

Vincent considers me his pillow; even when he turns around, he hugs me tightly and doesn't let go. The first time he did this, I was scared to death, resisting so much that my head was bleeding, and I didn't want him to touch me.

That was the first time I saw his 'real' look. I don't know if it was thanks to the moonlight or the light that I found his gaze very gentle; he hugged my waist tightly, saying every word clearly. "Even though I'm not a good person, I don't have a hobby of forcing a woman into bed with me. Unless you accept, I won't do anything to you."

I didn't believe him at first either, but after a week, he didn't do much to me except cuddle me to sleep.

Due to the fatigue of my body for many days, being able to lie on the familiar bed, I gradually fell asleep without realizing it.

In my dream, I saw my father. His clothes were tattered, and there was blood everywhere. He turned his head to look at me, then slowly walked into the dark forest. Terrified, I jumped up and hugged his arm, trying to scream not to leave me.

But no matter how much I begged, my father left.

He leaves me alone in the middle of an ample, cold space behind countless ghosts chasing me.

I sat up like a spring, frantically looking around.

"Having a nightmare?" Vincent put his arm around my waist, letting me lean against his chest. "Why are you crying?"

Startled, I touched my face with my hand, only to find that my face was wet. After that, I couldn't sleep anymore and just stared at the ceiling until morning.

The sun had just risen, and someone knocked on the door. "Commander, I have already prepared everything you told me to do yesterday."

Vincent sat up lazily, eyeing me. "Change clothes; I'll lead you to a place. After watching this, you will surely be satisfied. If you're feeling happy, cheer me up a bit. After all, it's not me who killed your father."

I don't know what Vincent is implying, nor do I care.

I didn't expect Vincent to take me to the blood arena. I only visited once when I was ten years old; then, because of fear; I did not dare to come again.

In the past, my grandfather built this place for the crazy wolves to fight each other; if anyone were unfortunate enough to die in the battle, the body would be taken to the forest, and the one that survives will continue to compete, Fight until you are exhausted and then lose. Then a cycle will repeat. Later, because this place was too cruel, my father abandoned it, and it has become desolate since then.

Vincent took me inside, my apathy wholly gone. The scene before me made me rush out; I ran to the glass door, the only thing separating the peaceful room I was standing in and the dangerous thing in the arena.

"Did you like it?" Vincent asked nonchalantly. "Does treating him like that ease the anger in your heart?"

My eyes were bloodshot, indignant at Albert's cowardly figure. He was running, running, running like a dog. Throughout the large arena, countless tigers and lions were released to chase Albert. He is like me, restrained by the shackles of the wolf's soul; he can't transform to fight, can only run desperately.

The corners of my lips curled up; there was no pity in my eyes, just satisfaction. I finally saw this scene of him; that bastard met his retribution.

He betrayed my father, silently opening the gate to let Clement in. Because of his help, my father and brother could not react quickly; Clement also came to the center when they received terrible news. If it weren't for him, my father wouldn't have died; my family wouldn't have been as broken as it is today.

Someone like him, sooner or later, has to die; I don't think so quickly.

"Why do you have to do that?" I asked dryly.

Vincent raised his eyes; he was delighted to hear my voice after many days of silence. "Of course, I want to make you happy."

I smiled faintly; I didn't believe those sweet lies.

Albert's anguished screams caught my attention, and I turned my head, enjoying the moment he was in pain.

Albert ran all day; his body was exhausted. He fell to the ground, crawling and screaming, wishing to chase the tiger away. But seeing a delicious piece of meat before their eyes, the tigers and lions were so hungry that they were dizzy and immediately rushed over, biting madly.

That day, the sky was clear, the grass was green, the water was clear, and blood.

I laughed, laughing to the point of tears of joy, for the first time in a while.

"Father, I see; I saw that bastard pay for his crimes." I choked up, looking up at the sky; I'm sure my father was watching too.

Soon, Albert's healthy body was torn like a net. After a while, I could no longer hear his screams.

"Is he dead?" I pressed ten fingers to the glass, and my red eyes hissed. "Why did he die so simply?"

Suddenly my waist was tightened, Vincent's eyes sparkled with laughter, and his voice was calm but crueler than any potion. "How can I let him die so easily?"

I didn't understand what Vincent meant, but looking back, I realized the deep meaning of his words.

The tigers and lions were chased away and given fresh pieces of meat, so they temporarily ignored Albert. A dedicated driver entered, scooped up Albert's bloody body, and drove it out.

He's not dead; I see his lips move, his eyes wide and staring at me.

It seems that Vincent doesn't want him to die immediately but wants him to experience the feeling that he can't live or die.

I involuntarily shivered as I looked at the man standing next to me, he smirked at me, but the bottom of his eyes flashed with terrifying cruelty. Albert did not commit a crime against him and helped him with a big thing, but he said that to kill is to kill and not let him die quickly, slowly torment. Then he stood to one side, enjoying it as if watching a play.

I suddenly became more afraid of him; if he became disgusted with me one day, would he treat me the same way?

But before that day happened, I had to find a way to save my mother and brother first; at that time, even if he killed me, it would not involve them.