When Isadora pulled out of his embrace, her scent dwindled with it. Vincent immediately felt significantly empty and woke up instantly. Like he had been free from an enchantment."Ma-master…" Isadora trembled with fear. She looked like a child who had been caught stealing.She continued backing away, just to make sure she was out of reach."I'm so sorry… I don't know how this happened, you have to believe me!" The words came out choked, as she frantically tried to explain herself."Shut up, just shut up!" Vincent growled at her, forcing her mouth shut.It's hard to think with the noise.He sat up on the bed and attempted to run his hands over his face but the mask stopped him.It took a few seconds for Vincent to sober up completely.Instinctively, Vincent surveyed the room and paused at the window.'It's daybreak? How…?' He thought.His eyes traveled from the other bed, to the main bed and slowly up a feminine figure… then their gazes locked.He eyed the bed, and back at Isadora, ove
Sienna calmly walked down the flight of stairs. With each step she took lower there was a corresponding click of her heels. The burning yellow flames from the Sconces on the wall lit the path which guided her all the way down the underground torture quod.Reaching leveled ground, Sienna heard the twelfth blood-curdling scream since she began her journey down. She stood as still as a wax figure and sucked in a good long breath. The familiar scent of freshly shed blood tainted it.How perfect. Finally, she is in her safe place.The torture quod looked the same as it has always been, relatively dark and depressing without a bleak of natural lighting coming in; adding pressure to the mental torture of its hundreds of captives. Being built with stones placed above each other for support in addition to the burning torches on the wall, emitted vibes incredibly similar to the crude dungeons of ancient days. Vast varieties of both named and unnamed modern torture devices were arranged so neatl
FELICITY'S QUARTERS***EARLIER"She has awoken and got sent back to the servant's quarters to recuperate properly." Milia, Felicity's personal maid, reported dutifully. Her hands tightened suspiciously behind her back."So quickly?" Felicity reasoned, a little surprised. With the amount of trauma she had seen Isadora's body suffer, she must have to be knocked out cold for at least three days… It's been barely two days.However, the lingering relief Felicity felt from this news quickly superseded any other thoughts.Back at the division grounds, her heart ached whilst she watched Isadora get hit over and over again. At that moment it didn't matter if Isadora won or lost, the only thing she cared about was Isadora making it through it all in one piece.Her hopes picked up greatly when it seemed that Isadora was starting to gain the upperhand in the duel, it gave her the illusion that maybe… just maybe everything might end well.… nothing ever ends well when Sienna's involved.That li
The next five days flowed rather smoothly.Smooth isn't normal.Lord Vincent had really meant it with his intent and threats that her health improved.Soon after escaping his chambers, the adrenaline dissipated and Isadora was hit hard with the pain of her flesh wounds and high fever. She found it hard to stand or move about the room and once she got on the bed she felt married to it.Luckily a doctor had visited her some hours later and was very thorough with the checkups and nutrition in the following days. Even the maids that were instructed to attend to her had become much nicer than before.However, Isadora didn't let this temporary good time cloud her mind. This rather gave her a lot of time to digest the recent happenings.She replayed the duel over and over again in her mind but couldn't seem to come to a conclusion for her most profound question. How was Sienna suddenly able to get the upper hand?At the beginning of the fight, she had taken the time to properly assess her op
The crowd exploded with murmurs. Some of which Isadora could easily guess."What did she just say?!""She dares to refute the Don's orders. Does she have a death wish?!""Who knew the daughter of Lance was such a spineless bastard!"- - - SOME MINUTES AGOThe entire Division was in an uproar.Hundreds of men lined up in several columns shook in their boots as they thought worse and worse of their fates. If not as a result of an incredibly bad omen, why would the 'bloodthirsty Don' mobilize all the men on the B- Division to a spot?Every single man was summoned, on or off duty, injured or healthy, even spies and assassins sent on duty were made to return to the home grounds irrespective of whether their assignments had been finished or not. Not one tier of personnel was spared.Isadora stood beside Felicity, a few feet in front of the crowd. They had responded to Vincent's commands as soon as the guard had informed them, and Lucas was left in a maid's care.Isadora felt very nervous a
The crowd exploded with murmurs. Some of which Isadora could easily guess."What did she just say?!""She dares to refute the Don's orders. Does she have a death wish?!""Who knew the daughter of Lance was such a spineless bastard!"Isadora nearly bit off her tongue in annoyance.Just how naive do they think she is to not understand this game. If she kills Dante, even if he has lost all respect for his comrades it's synonymous with officially attracting loathe from the entire B division and if she doesn't they curse at her?She is going to be in the Black Saints for a while, making so many enemies at once will be a foolish move.Isadora backed away from Dante and let the gun drop to the ground."What are you doing, Isadora?" Felicity's voice rang out in concernSienna smirked bearing the most satisfied thoughts of all, 'A dumb bitch is a dumb bitch after all. It looks like she has been worried for nothing. The problem is on the road of eliminating itself.'In all the hubbub, Isadora r
Isadora shivered from the cold of the early morning. She felt the dryness in her throat as she trudged up the many stairs and passages up to Vincent's chambers.When she had pulled that stunt on the B Division's grounds, she had thought of a thousand outcomes; practice with her captor wasn't one of them. Either way, she is neck deep in this ruse and there is no way out of it.Upon seeing Isadora, the guards made way for her, neither speaking to her nor directly letting her in themselves.Standing in front of Vincent's doors, Isadora gulped. That motion reintroduced her to the metal choker on her neck and suddenly all the confidence she managed to gather on her way up, flew out to the wind. She took a deep breath in and out… slowly her right hand raised forming a fist to come in contact with the door,It barely grazed the door before it swung open, Isadora's hair moved with the breeze from the sharp door swing.Her body moved aside and automatically put itself in a low bow, and her ey
Isadora's pupils constrict into a smaller circle, filled with loathe. "Kill you? Gee, I thought assassination moves don't work on you, master?"Vincent felt peeved, "They don't.""Huh!" Isadora moans in surprise as Vincent easily rolls over and pins her down instead.She squirms around but isn't able to budge from Vincent's hold. She bites her lips nervously.Gosh, she got carried away and made a mistake. The weight of the collar suddenly felt heavier… would he punish her?"You aren't capable of killing me, Flavia or anyone else." Vincent says matter-of-factly as he towers over Isadora.She grits her teeth, "What makes you so sure about that?""I see it in your eyes. You have no will." Vincent gets off Isadora and sits on the ground beside her.Isadora sits up too and they both stay quiet for a few seconds."Spit out your thoughts, Flavia. We can't continue if you are so distracted." Vincent speaks dryly.Isadora hesitates."And don't you dare lie to me." He adds."Why did you help me