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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When Santiago showed me her file – that he had trouble getting because Eira practically didn't exist – with all of her information in it, I was shocked to say the least. I could not bring myself to believe the fact that a girl like her could be a spy but the anger and disappointment I felt drove me to lashing out on her. I would have done more than lashing out but something inside me told me not to.
She seemed fragile. Delicate for me to do anything other than raise my voice at and I could see from her demeanor that even that affected her a lot. The tremor in her voice and body prevented me from doing something worse.
In utmost amounts, the rage inside me grew and I knew that leaving to cool off would be the best decision but apparently it fucking wasn't. Like a swoosh of wind, she had disappeared right from my walls.
But the girl still hadn't left my mind. All I could think of was her tear stained face. Ever since she arrived in my mansion, things went left instead of going right. Her presence did not bother me, instead I found myself thinking of her from time to time.
I kept telling myself. Maybe it was because she was younger, had more of an energetic personality. Maybe that was it. It was because I never had met anyone like her before.
I was intrigued to say the least.
How could one person be so cheerful and happy? Finding positivity in everything and getting used to newly discovered surroundings. Finding out that she was missing struck me with worry as I recalled the last time I had found her. In a truck, girls on their way to get sold off to god knows what kind of sick people.
She was trouble and she attracted trouble. It followed her everywhere and something told me that tonight was one of those nights where once again, Eira would be in trouble again. My desperate eyes looked everywhere for her and when I found her, it was in a situation that not only boosted my anger but caused the hatred towards humanity to grow.
To the point that I ended up doing something I wouldn't have done for a girl that works as a maid in my mansion.
It felt good though. It felt amazing destroying that man's face. How dare he put his fucking hands on Eira. her face — it was numb. Lifeless eyes stared right at me when I pulled her behind me which caused an empty feeling to spread in my chest.
I was not fond of her lifeless orbs.
I wanted the lively girl that turned my mansion into a circus to come out. The lively excited girl that did not hesitate to fight anyone who stood in her way.
She was everything I was not. She was gentle and fragile whilst I was mostly insensitive and full of anger. We were complete opposites. She was talkative whilst I barely spoke unless it was to make my point clear.
