Earlier - Right After The Introduction****BANG! CRASH!"Ugh, damn it. Damn it all!!!""Mmm-mistress Sienna… pl..please…" Zeta stutters at the sight of her mistress's rage."Shut up! I don't want to hear another word from you… any of you both! Why is everyone around me so useless?!" Sienna yells in anger, pointing to the two other individuals in her chambers. One worried and the latter visibly irritated; it's hard to tell if it is as a result of Sienna's tantrum or another matter.There is a rapid rise and fall of Sienna's chest, intensified by erratic breathing. "It was perfect… Everything was going so well. How did this happen?!!! How is it possible that that bitch survived forty skilled men?!"Watching the screens gave her so much pleasure, at first Isadora had managed to finish off a few men which caused her to worry a bit, but then she'd become exhausted and started getting pushed back; a delight to watch.Then, Lorenzo finally appeared, highlighting her pleasure and merciles
ONE WEEK LATER The soft beeps of machinery could be faintly heard in the white room, doused with the distinct smell of disinfectants. Dr Martin adjusts his glasses with satisfaction just after checking up on Felicity. He jots down a few words on a note board, concluding the checkup for the night. It seems he would have to report the same results to the lord again; after several days none of the two women had gained consciousness though everything seemed fine and their conditions were very much improved. With one last glance at the two patients in the ward, he slides his pen into his breast pocket; not to worry though, they would surely turn up sooner than later. With that, Dr Martin exited the room, and with a 'click' secured the door behind him. Isadora's eyelids parts almost immediately. She glances at the door to confirm that they were alone again. Isadora slowly and carefully lifts the hospital blanket off her body. With difficulty, she climbs out of bed and decisively saunt
"About… um about…" From the tone of Felicity's voice, Isadora could perceive how hard it was for her to reveal whatever she wanted to say. Her left hand reaches to Felicity's right and she squeezes it gently. "About two years ago when the Black Saints was almost at its peak growth and still claiming territories, specifically the place known as the red district today. The bigger gangs around there were especially stubborn and foolishly refused to cooperate with the Lord's demands, so the goals of the operation that day was for a total wipeout, no exceptions." Felicity's breath hitches and Isadora squeezes even tighter. "I was present during that raid… one of the leaders women, barely eighteen, nearing the end of my first trimester in pregnancy … high and out of my mind…" "I still have hazy memories... but I could remember it smelled of blood everywhere, I thought I would go deaf from the number of gunshots and screams. My master was dead… his goons all suffered the same fate and t
THAT SAME NIGHT "The branding clips have been released. At this moment, anyone in the underworld with a good information network is aware of Isadora's formal entry into the Mafia." Mateo reports. Vincent, who sat behind his desk, nodded in acknowledgment of Mateo's words. It's out there now, there is no going back. "I trust you know what you are doing getting her integrated with the Mafia and our confidentiality, Lord Vincent," Lorenzo recalls some of Isadora's words, "That woman she is dangerous," Vincent's tone is saturated in an unparalleled icy note, "I'm not blind to her capabilities, Lorenzo. Flavia isn't one to be underestimated, the blood of Lance Martinez Pedro, runs through her veins. Also making her the perfect candidate for my plans." "I trust your judgment, my Lord," Lorenzo says sincerely. "Since you are here, after refusing my invitation to stay in the main mansion. I assume you are leaving." Vincent is quick to the point. "Yes, my Lord," Lorenzo confirms. "Forgiv
7 DAYS LATER "... and that's how it split to be both the Black Saints and the Green Hounds." "Heuk!" Isadora gasps as Felicity drags the corset strings, compressing her waistline even tighter. Telling the same story for the nth time today. "Take it easy with your dress-up guinea pig, Felicity. Any tighter and she won't be able to breathe." Imelda sets the vast array of makeup products on the vanity. "I'm just so excited. I haven't seen Isadora in a formal dress before, I can wait to shove her into the dress the lord sent." Felicity gushed, finally securing the strings into a knot. "I'll appreciate it more if you are less didactic, I've heard that story so much at this point I can recite it in my sleep." Isadora sounded weary. "Great, it fits right this time." Felicity stood admiring her work, one hand akimbo; Isadora's words definitely flew past her ears. "Ugh." Isadora groans. She made a bet with Felicity about how many muffins she could fit in her mouth and lost. Who knew a
For the remainder of the four-hour journey, silence ensued, bringing with it a ponderous load.It was the kind of quietness that descends, following the accidental crash of a glass object after being tossed around to taunt a peer, only this time both participating persons each had that glass and broke it in fault of each other; ultimately burdened by their irreversible mistakes.The daunting calm from the realization of how greatly one has screwed up… the one that challenges everything you think you know, igniting an internal battle between reason and self-betrayal. This soundless lull held a tight grip on both Isadora's and Vincent's minds.Still, both failed to address it… unable to believe their own deeds for fear of breaking the last rein on their carnal cravings and lingering desire, threatening to snap. Admitting it made it real… that reality was never meant to exist.Desperately in need of a distraction, Isadora rested her head against the window, consciously peeking into the
Nirvana's opening dance paved the way for the guests to join in with their partners, following tradition.Vincent stretched out a gentlemanly hand, offering Isadora a dance which she took nervously. Of all the ways she thought the day would turn out she never imagined sharing a dance with her master.Very tense, she stumbled a bit but Vincent's hand found her waist, steadying her and that was when she finally realized how close they'd gotten.She mutters abashedly, "I'm sorry, I….""Shhh" His voice was very quiet, only reaching her ears, "Don't speak if you don't want what happened in the car to happen again, there's only so much I can restrain." Vincent groaned, as his breath fanned her ears.Isadora shuddered, feeling his hand slide further down her waist to the small of her back as he gently brought her closer, eliminating even the smallest gaps as he subconsciously sought to monopolize her essence around him, canceling every foreign scent of the guests around.Subdued by his selfi
Isadora didn't know where she got the courage to question Vincent's actions. Maybe it's all the wine she's downed in the past hours that gave her extra strength. Vincent held a bemused expression under his mask. Has he been too lenient lately? "Yes." He admitted. "Why?" Isadora asked immediately. Feeling the electric collar on her neck, Isadora found it difficult to accept that the one thing that bound her in endless pain, actually saved her life. "What if I just felt like it? You sound like you are upset about it, shouldn't you be thanking me?" Vincent asked coldly. Isadora was silent for a while and they could only hear the howl of the increasing wind currents. She smirks as hair blows across her face. "Thank you?" Isadora grinded her teeth, "You put me in that situation. Why should I thank my prosecutor for saving me from a punishment he created and decided?" Saving her after placing her in the frontlines of danger, what a twisted carrot and stick scenario! She regretted a