Lestat has always been the one to control everything. Ever since his heart darkened from constantly being abandoned by his loved ones throughout his immortal life. He lost his pure self long ago and didn't dare to dream of getting it back.
Daphne...
⚠️ WARNING ⚠️ : This chapter mentions thoughts of self harm and suicide.
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My constant weeping is the only thing that has been keeping me company in this cold, dark, and cramped space. I don't know why the tears are flowing so harshly.
Waking up to complete darkness opened the dam to all my emotions. My cries aren't because I'm afraid but because the fear of what comes next hangs over my head. Anything is still better than being in the same house as my father.
At some point, I cover my mouth to stop making too much noise. Those two men who took me out of the alley could still be around. If they are I cannot hear them now.
Total silence fills every inch of this place creating a tense atmosphere.
It's sickening.
All that pops into my head are their voices. Both were very different from each other. Lestat sounded bored the moment they came to my aid. But there was power seeping off his tongue that I wanted to grasp tightly, as crazy as it seems.
Louis held so much concern it was strange. At this time men would take advantage of a broken girl in the middle of the streets. No one would say one word about it either.
They didn't sound like the normal young French men Papa would invite over for business.
No, Lestat and Louis sounded much more like older men who knew exactly what they wanted and how to get it. They must be very rich men indeed. I hope I won't have to find out.
The few hiccups I've produced echo throughout this cramped space. My joints ache incredibly.
From what I can feel with trembling fingertips, the bottom of this box is cushioned and lined with velvet. The walls are smoothed with polish making my clammy fingers slide right across the surface. Right above my head on the lid, there is a lever. I tried a few times to pull on it before realizing nothing was going to happen.
Something from the outside was blocking me in. No matter how hard I shove it won't budge even a little.
Grunts leave my mouth whilst me trying to punch through the wood. I desire to free myself and run away from the town without ever looking back. Is that too much to ask for now? Things have gone wrong since the very start.
All I know is that I'm trapped in a box with no room to stretch out. It's a real pain to twist and turn to try to gain any type of comfort.
By now Papa could have sent his men into town to look for me and take me back to be sold off. Probably crying to my new fiancé how horribly he feels to have lost his only daughter. That man has always had a habit of making up wild stories to get what he wants.
