As she entered the store, her face, which was red earlier from embarrassment, had regained her previous color. She had a very big smile on her innocent face when she thought about how she was back in this store after weeks of absence.
The store held most of her good memories. As she looked around to see if there was a change, her eyes twinkled with excitement and anticipation, and her face devoid of any makeup. But that didn’t stop her from appearing charming. While she was observing the surroundings with her twinkling eyes and her lips arched in a small smile, many were entranced by her beauty. Her hair swayed from side to side as she looked around. Men were absorbed in her beauty, while women were jealous. Even though the dress she was wearing was worn-out and easily remarked upon, it was still overshadowed by her beauty. Aurora, oblivious to her surroundings, was still standing near the door when she was fetched by a servant who brought her to her table. There she saw her best friend. The shop was not a famous one but big enough to serve at least a hundred customers, thus in need of servants. They always took a table near the window to have a better view of what was happening outside. When she reached the usual table, she saw her friend Victoria glaring at her. She felt like she was walking on eggshells. When she reached the table and took a seat in front of her, her friend, who had been silent, turned toward the servant and ordered with a sweet smile. But when she turned her attention back to the girl in the blue dress sitting right in front of her, she clicked her tongue and said, "I hope you're aware that you are fifteen minutes late." Her voice was full of disapproval. Aurora, more than anyone, knew that Victoria hated lateness, bowed her head apologetically and mumbled a quick "sorry" before hearing her friend sigh on the other side. Just like that, she felt a pat on her head and looked up. "But since it’s you, how can I stay angry?" her friend’s voice was warm. When she looked up, the black eyes that were glaring at her earlier now held warmth. Her friend was wearing a light lime green sweater with a white top underneath and a navy blue knee-length skirt. Her black hair was styled in a blunt bob that fell to chin-length. Her friend was four years older than her. Victoria pulled out a card from her pocket and placed it on the table. With a smile, she explained, “This was given by Red Snow. She said I must take it and bring you to enjoy ourselves.” Aurora, who was looking at the bankcard on the table with doubt, her once apologetic face became serious. “Don’t you think that it’s strange that compared to the other members, she is showing a bit too much attention to us? And why didn’t you reject it?” she asked. Her voice was full of suspicion. Victoria looked baffled and waved her hand while shaking her head. “No, I really tried to avoid it, but my excuses were all in vain. You perfectly know how cunning she can be. In the end, tell me, what do we do with this?” she asked as she pointed at the card. Aurora looked at the card for a moment before answering, “Keep it. When the time comes, we will find a way to return it to her.” As the issue was resolved, she looked at Victoria with a smile on her face. "I hope you didn't bring me here just for that, right?" Before Vicky answered, a servant arrived and served what they commanded, cutting short their conversation. After placing everything on the table, the servant bowed and left. Aurora, who had her eyes roaming all over the table, her blue eyes brimming with anticipation and she was almost salivating, her friend who was observing everything laughed at her before assuring, "You foodie, you can start digging in. All that is present here right now is all yours." Aurora's eyes lit up as she saw the various plates in front of her; she felt like dreaming. After she finished exploring the various plates on the table, she didn't stand on ceremony and started with the warm goat cheese salad, a salad consisting of grilled goat cheese on toast, served on a bed of green vegetables with a light vinaigrette. When she placed the food in her mouth to taste it, she glanced left before swallowing it with enough difficulty. It didn’t suit her taste buds, but she had to finish it since she didn’t want to waste food, especially since she knew the feeling of not having food to eat. After three minutes, she was done with the food. She took a few sips of water from the glass on her left and moved on to the next food, which was the pasta buffet. After she did the same thing and ate without many problems, she felt like she was more in favor of the buffet rather than the appetizers. So, she finished it as quickly as possible before glancing at the tiramisu (an Italian dessert composed of layers of coffee-soaked biscuits, sweet mascarpone cheese, and dusted with cocoa powder) in front of her. Her eyes twinkled with anticipation. Why must she wait when the dessert was calling for her to have a taste. As she tasted it, her eyes widened in pleasant surprise as she felt the sweet taste in her mouth so tempting that she wanted to go for another bite. It was extremely sweet but not to the point of exaggeration, and so she enjoyed it to the fullest. She thought to herself that since she’s been eating, this was the best of all. When she was done eating, she felt slightly aggrieved but satisfied. Victoria, who was observing everything from the side, felt quite happy when looking at the girl in front of her, whom she considered as a sister, with warm loving eyes. She had remarked every detail to know that the only thing the girl really enjoyed was the dessert.Michael looked at her with interest. You’re probably the first girl to see a torture scene as just a normal show. He continued to watch Aurora as she slowly began falling asleep with a smile, before turning his attention back to the scene. The smile that danced on his lips disappeared as swiftly as it appeared. "There are still seven left, what are you waiting for?" he said. The men let out cruel grins as they looked at their victim, and one of them picked up the clamp and proceeded to remove the remaining nails. After thirty minutes of torture, the victim was already unconscious. Michael called, "Halter." A man emerged from the shadows and stood near Michael with a tablet in hand and eyeglasses. He slightly bowed and answered respectfully, "Yes, master." If it hadn’t been for his master calling, no one would have noticed him. Michael gave his order, "A room," and Halter immediately left to carry out the command. With the years he had spent working under Michael as his secretary, he
Aurora continued wandering aimlessly in search of something, looking left and right. But she decided to return to the bartender. When she turned around, she didn’t recognize where she was. There were people everywhere, and she was growing tired. She just wanted to sleep.Aurora navigated all around the nightclub in search of her friend, but with no results, until she started opening door by door, taking a peek for one or two minutes and then closing it back, mumbling, "She is not here." She walked down the corridors while smiling; she was already feeling sleepy until she stopped and tilted her head to the side, before smiling to herself, "I’ll just check a few more rooms, and if I don’t find her, I’ll switch to the one where I can sleep." Well satisfied with her decision, she immediately continued her search.Eventually, she opened a door and peeked inside. All the men’s eyes in the room immediately snapped to her. The room itself was barely lit, but it was enough to differentiate the
The first thing Aurora did when entering was to block her ears because the noise was overwhelming. On the other hand, Vicky seemed to enjoy the atmosphere. She immediately grabbed Aurora's hand and brought her to the bartender, who quickly prepared two glasses of vodka. However, the glass served to Aurora was more diluted. As Aurora carried her glass with a doubtful look on her face, Vicky immediately explained, "Since you're not used to alcohol, a small dosage will suffice. Taste it, it’s really delicious." On her words, Aurora took a sip, and her eyes lit up. It was sweet with a hint of alcohol, and she immediately drank the contents of the glass, earning a glare from Vicky. "Even though it’s diluted, it still contains alcohol, so drink it moderately." Aurora nodded, but when another glass appeared, she immediately drank it in one go.Vicky, who missed the scene, didn’t know that Aurora had already downed two other glasses and was letting out little hiccups, which were immediately d
As Aurora left a few minutes later, unbeknownst to her, someone passed by, picked up the red camellia she had left behind, and left the rooftop with it.In the crime scene, the hall was buzzing with noise, the air filled with tension, visible fear, and the scent of blood. There was a heavy commotion as people shouted, faint-hearted individuals collapsed, and the door to the hall was crowded with people trying to flee. But there was a sector around the hall where a man, sitting in the mezzanine, stared down at the scene with a cold face, reflecting how bored he was. He had a brief trace of excitement when he saw the man’s head being shot, but it quickly disappeared as the victim's body fell to the floor. His glassy blue eyes stared at the body lying in the pool of blood with coldness, as his hands rested on the armrest. He lifted his right hand to lean his head on it, and his blonde hair fell to the side.When a man approached him with the camellia, he took it and began feeling the pet
She placed one knee on the ground as she picked up her weapon and placed it in a black backpack. She got up with the bag on her back and walked out of the house, but she immediately went back in, remembering that she still had her bandage on. She removed her leather jacket and took off the bandage. She then flexed her arm to feel the pain, but she winced; her hand was still not completely recovered. She would still need more days for it to be fully healed, but that wouldn’t stop her from attaining her objective. She put her jacket back on and left the house. She looked at the time, only to see that it was 9 PM. Since her destination was not far from her house, she decided to walk, enjoying the night breeze. Her clothes blended with the dark shadows of the night, and her blue eyes reflected no emotions; they were rather calm but sparkled like jewels in the dark.The street was less crowded considering the fact that it was already night. She walked straight until she reached a street
They reached the destination after more than thirty minutes of travel. They arrived at Rendal Street without too many problems, thanks to the lack of traffic jams. As they drove around the street, there were little to no people walking around, making it a more peaceful place to stay. They stopped the car in front of a house. The front was not really eye-catching, but when they entered, it was beautiful; the decoration was simple but suitable for living in. Vicky assured herself that she would guide Aurora to all the rooms of the house. There were two rooms, each with a bathroom, a kitchen, a parlor, and a veranda. Later on, Vicky left, saying she had some things to take care of, and Aurora was left alone in an unfamiliar environment. She walked towards her bedroom to have a closer look at it. It was almost empty; there was only the necessary furniture. She went to check the wardrobe, only to see that it was filled with dresses, and the other was filled with shoes. Her hands brushed