I was desperate for an escape.
Too desperate and if that meant falling
into the pit of darkness, so be it.
I found him under the dark night
and saw my chance to escape the
golden luxurious cage. A jail is a jail,
whether its made by metal or d...
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The doors of the mansion I was standing in front of were slammed open and with a harsh push, I stumbled inside the pale walls of the gigantic house. I wanted to turn around, grab the man's collar and scream in his face for the lack of manners but managed to restraint myself.
Tall walls of the mansion towered over me, looking down upon someone as small as me. The least he could've done was be slightly gentle to a woman who survived a life threatening situation.
I was not familiar of my surroundings and I was afraid they would hurt me but then, I was the one that wasted her chance of going home. I was the persistent one but this really was my only chance.
The man, Viktor.
His power was everything I ever wanted.
It was everything that could potentially save me.
The guard from before entered the mansion as well, the same gun that I had taken was now tucked neatly inside his leather belt while he glared at me with his greenish orbs.
My lips formed into a small pout, not used to the male attention I was receiving now as I wrapped an arm around myself instinctively. I was feeling intimidated and then the sound of heels tapping against the marble floor caught my attention.
"Whats going on, Alexie?" The lady who looked like she was in her thirties asked and the green eyed tower looked at her, pointing towards me.
So that was his name. Alexie.
The woman was tall and beautiful dressed in a white night gown that reached her thighs and along that, she wore some slippers.
Her thick wavy red locks reached down to her waist and I couldn't tell whether such beautiful healthy hair existed or if she had gotten extensions done.
"This happened." His sentence was drowning in his thick very obvious Russian accent . I gasped, taking full offense in what he had said. I puffed out my cheeks and began to shoot daggers at the male with my eyes.
The lady turned to me and smiled, "Viktor took somebody in? Whats your name?"
Oh finally somebody that wasn't intimidating with their buff chests out as if I were some secret spy.
"Hi, I'm Eira.." I trailed off, my fingertips acting on their own when they tucked the strand of my dark hair behind my reddened ears.
My timid behavior was nothing new since it took me a day to open up and be friendly towards people. I was a whole chatterbox once I got comfortable around people and became friends with them. That's how I was; from timid to becoming a chatterbox.
