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
The maids rolled in wine and food constantly to sustain the Elders through the twelve-hour wait. Those in which food wasn't sustainable enough, had their mistress pleasure them with their lips and tongue."She is holding up longer than expected." An elder comments with a groan.Sienna watched over the ordeal in disgust. No matter the setting the powerful men in the underworld would always be themselves, doing as they pleased no matter who suffered. And that has always been a concept she could never find truce with.But today all seems to be in her favor… they were all getting their d*cks sucked to Isadora's pain… it's almost like pouring salt over an open wound… could things go any smoother?And seeing all of 'that' reminded her how long it's been since she's done it with Vincent. She worried for his health since he hadn't had his release for a while…Perhaps…"Lord Vincent, let me…" Sienna whispers, gliding her hands across Vincent's chest down to the buckle of his belt.Vincent catc
Incoming Very Long Chapter *** Isadora spoke laboriously, "Seriously… what's wrong… with you…guys?... can't you just finish… me off without tagging that man's name?" "What?" Lorenzo whispers, unable to understand Isadora's muttering. Enraged, Isadora struggled to speak with all the breath she could muster, "Lance this… Lance that… do you not realize I am my own self?… It's torture to hear every one of you constantly drill on and on about how much I am like my father like you know everything…." The more she thought about her miserable fate, the more she was at the brink of losing her sanity. "Hah… Don't you guys get it?! I am not my father!" Lorenzo is taken aback by the boundless depth of darkness in Isadora's eyes, riddled with despair and pain. There was surely more to this,... just what had this child gone through to make her this heartless? Isadora lets out a small laugh, doused in self-mockery, "So what if they suffered? Even if they died a thousand deaths, what does tha
BLACK SAINTS HEALTH CENTER "Make way! Call a doctor, here!" Mateo bursts into the building so suddenly, Felicity in arm; startling everyone in the lobby. He grabs the nearest person by the collar, "What are you fucking zoning out for, help us! Help my sister!" He barks. "I… I don't know what to do..." The poor man, most likely a patient, stammered, shaking in his boots. Mateo's hold on his collar gets tighter, aggravated. "Why is no one coming to help… how can you all abandon us again…" "I… I…" The man understood nothing of Mateo's words, panicking and caving under pressure. It felt like if he said the wrong thing Mateo might kill him in anger. "Master Mateo, put her here," A doctor and nurse run towards him, dragging a stretcher trolley. "What took you so long?!" He lets go of the man and rushes to them, midpoint. He quickly but gently places Felicity's limp body on the stretcher. "Please calm down, Master Mateo, we are going to do our best! I'm Dr. Martin." The doctor says ro