Vincent presses the cold rim of the gun on Lorenzo's skull, finger teasing the trigger. Recognizing him doubled his anger, "Why do you dare go against me, Lorenzo? Your answer shall determine if you live or die today."Lorenzo sucks in a sharp breath. Feeling the cool air on his bruised, battered face was less than pleasant. His eyelids barely hung halfway openHis dislocated jaws hurt so much as he struggled to make a sentence, knowing well what Vincent was capable of… familiarity or none. After all, he had murdered his father without regret.Still, he risked answering a question with another. He desperately needed to confirm it, "In what way have…. I…. gone against you, Lord V…vincent?" His voice is barely comprehendible.He grits his teeth so hard with loathe that blood poured from his gums, "I only came here to finish my business."Vincent presses the gun even harder against his head. "You do know, I have a very thin tolerance for bullshit, Lorenzo."There is a brief moment of sil
The Next Day - Morning "Hey, Sienna!" Felicity calls out with a wave, to Sienna who passes by her quarters.Sienna changes course to Felicity. She doesn't speak until she is directly in front of her, "Goodmorning.""Morning." Felicity responds with a smile so innocent, Sienna had zero will to fight back a smile of her own.She wondered what Felicity wanted, it isn't her habit to call her like this."Are you alright now?" Felicity inquires."What do you mean?""I noticed you've been on edge since yesterday, but I didn't have the time to ask." Felicity explains.Sienna looked surprised. Was it that obvious?"I… um…" She formulates an excuse, "I just don't like it when the presence of anything is a threat to Lord Vincent."Felicity sighed, "Yeah. Yesterday was pretty tough, not how I expected to end the day."Sienna nodded. She wasn't referring to what had happened in Inizio though, she knew quite well no one as weak as those men could be any threat to Vincent."If I knew such would hap
With each step there is a resounding click-clack of Sienna's shoes as she walk-runs ground floors of the mansion, not even bothering to acknowledge whichever maid ignored or greeted her as she walked past."Why did I have to wear these god-damed heels so early in the morning!" She cursed under her breath.She walked even faster as her destination was just around the corner. Hopefully, she isn't too late.She halts at the door she was quite sure Vincent would put him in and tries pushing it open. It doesn't budge.Sienna immediately reaches into her pocket and takes out a key, it fits right into the lock and she sighs in relief. That God she had taken the pains to visit her room earlier before coming here. Vincent permissive access given to her to most rooms in the mansion has come in handy.The opens the room to a strong hit of dense, chilly air.Sienna shivers as she steps into the room. 'Why the hell is it so cold?'She instinctively feels the walls for the thermostat and turns up t
5 Days Later Vincent's shadow is cast over Isadora who was currently keeling on all fours in the dust, her back arches up and down ever so slightly as she catches her breath. She grimaces at the sight of several drops of sweat falling from her forehead into the sand. "You are still unable to land a single strike on me." Vincent's frigid voice only added to her stress. Isadora staggers up to her feet, gritting her teeth, "Let's go again…." She forms a rigid fight stance, "... I believe I won't lose again." She doesn't give up, Vincents muses. He smirks, "Saying that for the fifteenth time in a row doesn't guarantee your success." Isadora says nothing to that and only charges towards him. In quick successions, she delivers several punches towards Vincent's face, ones he easily maneuvers himself out of. It's like he could see all through Isadora's moves before she can make them. Successfully saturating his focus with her punches, Isadora sweep kicks Vincent but just before he falte
The atmosphere was dense with white mist outside, making it hard to see. The day had started so cool and peacefully, failing to foreshadow how it might cruelly forsake one person in a few hours. Saturating the tips of her fingers with a transparent gel, Imelda secured Isadora's long, silky dark hair into a tight ponytail. The tail falls to her back. "Make it shorter," Isadora whispers, staring at the scissors on the vanity. "Why?" Imelda hesitates, "Your hair is too beautiful to be treated that way." "I don't want it to get in the way, Madam Imelda. Please…" Isadora's voice is frigid. Imelda exhales a warm breath, "Not every choice has to be extreme, Isadora. There is always a better alternative." She opens a drawer and sources out a threaded needle. Carefully she twists and warps Isadora's hair around a point and sews it multiple times securing it in place. Imelda picks up a pure white fox mask from the side of the table and places it over Isadora's face. With the mask on, it
"To maintain such false bravado in front of us all… woman you are really a descendant of your father," The sixth elder spoke too casually, "What's your name woman?!" Once again Isadora moved not an inch in response to his words but hidden out of sight, her fists clenched in anger. Why do they always compare her to her father? The silence this time was deafening "It's only one miserable bitch why is this taking so long, master?!" One of the women around kissed her teeth, doused in jealousy. Quick to regret her outburst she quickly held her lips over her mouth, but it was too late. Everyone heard... The atmosphere suddenly became frigid, "Sixth elder, it seems that tramp of yours has gone mad. Perhaps you forgot to put a leash on it?" Vincent thundered. "Please… I didn't mean to speak out of turn…" A soft thud is heard as the woman immediately falls to her knees, weeping… shivering, and begging anyone who could hear her out. "Please…. don't…" Bang! Isadora's body jolted to th
Trigger Warning: Uncensored Violence *** The bell rang. Even at this critical stage, Vincent had given her a task to fulfill; for reasons only known to him, she's been ordered to subdue the men of the seventh and third elder no matter what happened. According to the documents she studied, each of the nine elders had a unique style of clothing for their men. The third consisted of red and black colors and the seventh, white and gold. Isadora sighed. Even if she knew what they looked like, how would she find them without running into trouble? There were eight elders present in the hall, each providing five men, meaning there are forty dangerous people scattered randomly within this mansion and with the bell signal they would currently be looking for her. It's wise to avoid any amount of direct contact with any of those men; the ultimate goal is to survive for the next twelve hours and it doesn't matter how many enemies she kills, it doesn't stop unless she single handedly conquer
"I'm your opponent! How dare you negotiate in my presence. Do you think I'd just stand around till you finish your little chat?!"Isadora lands a powerful kick right to the side of the third's head, the impact sends him straight to the ground.She skips right over, on the offensive, and charges at the one much too relaxed for comfort. He easily evades her attack.Just because they can't possibly fight together due to the rules, doesn't mean she can't attack both.Isadora groans, "The latter might be a musclehead idiot but using him as a scapegoat to evaluate my strengths for you to plan against… Do you think I'd let you do that?"His eyes widened from her accurate assumption.Isadora grits her teeth, now standing between the two, "I'm enough to take on both of you!"The seventh sighed, drawing two daggers from his side, "You really should keep your mouth shut."The third stood up from the floor as the latter spoke, "One on one?… maybe you had a chance. But against the two of us?..."H