She stared death in the face and she smiled.
At least that's what the stories said.
So they called her the queen of darkness.
But some knew better.
And so they called her the devil instead.
-S.E George
I'm not a complicated woman.
But I suppose...
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November 14th
I had counted down the seconds. I had asked the random person who gave me breakfast in the morning, when I would be going to leave the room. They had said 12 o'clock.
It was 11:59:48
This is my time for planning and getting to know the lay of the land. All the entrances exits, secret passage-ways, all of it.
How many cars there were, which ones were easier to hot-wire. Which ones had the fastest motor and the best break pedals. What fences were guarded and when. How big the property was; because it looked huge.
12:00:00
Should I knock? Wait? I don't know how this works. What if he changed his mind? What if he just wanted to break me. But he seemed so genuine. He can't have lied- I refuse to believe it.
Oh my fucking god Nadia! It's been twenty seconds! Calm yourself down!
I took deep breaths. And decided to just wait. I needed to remember to ask if I could at least have a book. The days we're getting extremely boring.
12:10:39
The lock sounded and I gave myself whiplash from moving too fast. It was Rodrigo.
"You ready?" He asked plainly. His emotions didn't seem to tip the scale. Neither angry or sad. Not happy or excited.
"Yep"
I quickly put on my boots. I wore black combat trousers with a long belt, a simple black crop top with it. I was comfy, which is all that really mattered to me.
I was led down those stairs. And past Viktor's office. I couldn't help but wonder if he was in there at this moment. Working? Drinking? Grieving?
We passed the front doors. The two guards just nodded towards Rodrigo and briefly looked at me. One of them however, felt the need to look me up and down. Then nod. Rude as fuck but I wasn't about to pick a fight; not at this crucial moment. So instead I just rolled my eyes, put a my middle finger, and continued to follow Rodrigo.
I felt the cool air hit my skin immediately. The hair on my arms raised, goosebumps appearing from the cold. I loved it.
I hadn't been outside for a long time. Not really anyways. I took a deep breath, smelling the flowers and the freshly cut grass. Smelling the freedom that was so close; yet so far away.
The driveway had no cars in it now, they must be in the garage. I should have thought of that. But I suppose when hope and want get mixed up in your head, you think less straightly. Rodrigo took me to a part of the garden that looked almost like a maze, only with short shrubs instead of full sized walls. I wonder if they have dogs?
