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 atmosphere was dark and tension had filled up the air in the room. The girl was trembling in fear. Eira had no idea what was it about her that caused Viktor to stand there like a raging bull in front of her with daggers coming out of his dark gaze, hitting her straight in the face. His hasty steps came towards her as he grabbed the girl by her arm tightly, his thick fingers dipping in her brown skin, managing to leave a mark behind.
"Don't fucking pretend. I knew something was wrong, something was missing. No one is desperate enough to join a world full of blood, greed and suffering."
Whilst Viktor was in a rage, Eira was confused and a subtle whimper loosened from her lips. He still couldn't fathom why she chose to enter his world, there must've been a reason behind it but he never looked deeper into it. Eira was desperate. Desperate enough to sell her soul to the devil if she had to for an ounce of independence and liberation. Her palms reached for his chest and pressed against it, giving the male a harsh push since his grip was beginning to cause her pain.
Eira pushed her hair back, "I don't even know what you're talking about."
Incinerating rage dominated her. Eira knew she was not in the wrong so for her to deserve such treatment, it was not fair. Specially when Viktor wasn't even letting her know details of the situation. Instead of giving her some idea about what was going on, the male decided to pounce on her like a lion pouncing on a deer, full in anger and ripping it to shreds.
Eira puffed out her cheeks out of anger and stared at the male - not breaking eye contact.
"Adil noor. Is that not your father, Eira?"
Emptiness heaved down. Body going numb and cold when she heard her father's name. Her fingers gripped onto the chiffon fabric of her dress. The ravenette noticed the sudden change in her facial expressions, the fear and he misunderstood it for fear of getting caught.
The room was drowning in silence and Viktor snapped his fingers in front of the girl's appalled face, catching her off guard.
"He is." Eira swallowed. "But how do you know father, why are you so angry at me?"
Eira spoke out loud, remembering the male's harsh and unbelievable words a few minutes ago. Viktor slammed the door shut of the room with the help of his leg, now standing right in front of her face.
They were close but it was definitely not intimately, rather Viktor was making it obvious that he was angry.
"That traitor and I go way back. His betrayal is famous in the whole Cosa Nostra and now he planted his daughter as a spy in my house?" Viktor was fuming. "What information have you transfered to him?"
