Flora stood in the big room still and astonished. No one was there, yet the crying sound was clear. Someone was crying for sure. She couldn't deny it! Flora walked into the room, trying to find the source of the sound, till her ear led her to the praying corner. Flora knelt by the books shelf and listened carefully to what came from it. The hypersensitive ear Flora never betrayed her. The crying sound was coming from behind the bookshelf. Flora opened the secret passage that she discovered days ago, then her blood ran cold. The crying sound has become so clear. And it was not crying but growling and moaning. And it was too high to deny and too familiar to ignore: "That's the voice of Claude !" Without thinking twice, Flora came into the dark passage. She was afraid as much as disturbed but she felt responsible for Claude's well-being. She has to find him and help him if he needs help. If she can't help him, she can at least hold him tight till the pain passes so he won't feel alon
"The monster tried to protect you. Yet, here you are digging your own grave" A strong smell of Vodka and alcohol came from Claude's clothes. His eyes had no hint of sanity or reason. It was clear: Flora was dying with death. "Not yet." whispered to herself "Not without a fight." Flora shut the door close as fast as she could and locked it with the key. While the monster Claude tried to break in, she was looking for a way out. The only window was this of the sailing. And it was five meters high or more: "F*ck it must be an escape door or something!" Claude was hitting the door as a beast to break it open. He made horrible sounds in the process that Flora didn't care about. She had to find an escape! It was a matter of life or death! Finally, she found a ventilation duct. She took the scissors she found on the table and started unscrewing the air passage. But Claude was way stronger. He broke the door open in two minutes or less. And Flora's heart stopped beating. She recalled
"How should I punish your bad behavior?"Claude crossed his arms and smirked. Flora was still gasping for air. "Do you have a suggestion?"Instead of being an intelligent girl and trying to communicate with the Beast, Flora tried to run again as soon as she caught her breath back.The Beast giggled like a madman and then purchased her again like a psycho hunter. He caught her first by the hair. Then he took her arm instead after hearing her high-pitched scream. "I warned you of running away. Didn't I?"His voice was inflamed, husky, and diabolical.Flora knew she f*cked it up entirely.The Beast pulled Flora to a far room in the department. No matter how much she begged or apologized, he was determined. Flora didn't think it might get worse till she saw the room he led her to. A sob came out of her throat spontaneously. It was music to his ear. But her flopping was a nuisance so he slapped her to calm it.Flora fell to the ground crying. She can't believe Claude is doing this to he
"AHHHHH!” Flora cried from the bottom of her heart as his two fingers touched her throat’s back. Her gag reflex was getting irritated, on and on, again and again. And it looked as if he was irritating it on purpose and with professional moves. If his fingers were inside her lady parts, she would be losing her mind by now. Flora fought the desire to throw it out. But finally lost. After five minutes of torture, she throws on his hand and her clothes. She did it while crying in humiliation. The Beast smirked as he reached his goal. He took some paper tissue and water to clean Flora’s face. Then ordered her to strip, which she had to do given the dirt on her clothes. Flora was only wearing some long panties and a little top when she was done. The Beast allowed her to clean herself with a jar of water. Then he gave her clean water to drink. She was too delirious to do any of that by herself. He helped her with infinite gentleness. And through it, Flora knew, her Claude is somewhere the
Another kiss was needed to calm Flora down. Her bladder was far from full. And she had the impression she may explode at any moment. He comforted her by saying: "You need it to be full. Trust me" "Don't humiliate me more. I beg you..." "I won't. You are holy. You are not meant to be humiliated." Still, she continued struggling. Her struggle was faint and weak, yet it was quite bothersome for him. To feel pleasure to the core, she should first be ready and calm. She should accept it and be sure she has no escape from it. So he took a generous sip of vodka and gave it to her mouth by mouth. Another kiss was given to her, a long soft wet kiss. It was the first she didn't resist and the last she won't engage in. He pulled her by force to the cross and parted her hands. He took some ropes to bondage her hands apart. Then he chained her neck and chest with golden chains. Finally, he fixed her feet. A white wooden cross, golden chains, white ropes, and a beautiful dark-haired maide
In the forbidden departement, Flora discovered the black scret of Claude: He was making her portraits. Some dark, disturbing ones. Flora understood that Claude is obssessed with her, just as Jack. He is a monster too. To push the horror further, She got caught by the drunk Claude. No matter how much she resisted and tried to run, he managed to make her fail. He tortured her, chained her on a cross and went on painting her. Flora discovered that Claude, the moon of her life, has a dark side. He has a dark past she knew nothing about. The next day Claude woke up, and discovered Flora is nowhere to be seen.
Claude killed his first victim when he was merely sixteen. On the opposite of what he thought, killing was not that difficult nor that tormenting. It was relieving. Claude knew he was a sociopath from the very start. He has been raised by a great father that taught him to be good. And thanks to that, Claude is a sociopath but he's also a good man. Good sociopaths are not common, but good training and good psychiatrists can help the patient to elaborate some cognitive empathy. And it was all that Claude needed to be a good part of society. After seeing the worst face of evil, Claude took a different path from his father. Justice can't be found in the same system that killed it. Only someone outside of the system can find it. Only a rebel who's brave enough to enlighten the fire of revolution.
The teen boy had a strange dream. He was running toward the sun while his father's words echoed in the background: "I want the sun to rise in the north... That man is a sun. He is a true man of the south. He is an inspiration. He is a true Knight." What was that man's name? "I named you after him. So you will become as bright as him." Wolfgang Knightly of The South. The boy woke up from slumber as the early sun touched his handsome face. He cuddled the stray cat that spent the night by his side. And then he continued the journey. Today, he shall get to the Blue Cliff. And he shall meet Mr. Knightly. Getting to the mansion was not that hard. The place was quite famous. And the usual people on the street told the boy the directions. It was not hard. Yet the hard part was the next point: How will he pass the guards and go to meet Mr. Knightly?! The boy looked at his clothes: They were dirty and worn out. His general appearance was miserable. And he lacked the courage to talk. As