Amissis Imperium

Dark Vs Tenebris

Evan POV

I set Natalie down on the bed, bringing the duvet up to just under her chin. She had dry tear stains along both of her cheeks, and at the moment...she looked so peaceful. 

The room had gone silent now that her loud, adorable pleas had gone quiet. Aside from her steady, rhythmic beating, which I could stand there and listen to all day if my busy schedule allowed it. 

My Natalie.

Her head was tilted to the side, her right cheek resting on the pillow gently. Her hair was sprawled out around her, from her futile fight against me. I wished that she would come to the realization that she belonged to me and solely me sooner than later. I didn't want to keep seeing her struggling in vain, only for her to inevitably lose at the end. 

A slow smirk started to spready across my face -- I couldn't deny that her struggles were entertaining for me. So long as the end goal remains the same, it was a useless war that she was fighting. 

My little bird. 

She had never looked so much like an angel -- having a chance to see her when there wasn't anger in her eyes, nor a scowl on etched permanently on her face. Yes, she truly was precious when she was sleeping so soundly in her drug induced slumber. 

I needed to drug her, otherwise another panic attack of hers would have happened. I was doing her a favor at the moment by giving her the gift of peaceful solace... 

Natalie never did deal with any news of Allison very well. The past has very well painted that image clear to me. They were attached to each other by the hip before I came along and surgically removed them. 

Allison was a cancer that needed to be erased.

I narrowed my eyes -- I should have killed her sooner. 

I couldn't have Natalie be awake and let her thoughts grow wild and rampant, it would just cause another attack. It would break...my heart knowing that Natalie would suffer while I was out torturing that bitch.

It did mildly piss me off that the center of her self-torture and concern was for Allison. I wished that she would suffer her attacks while she thought about me -- I was the one that should be keeping her awake at night. I should be the one that is infecting her every fleeting thought and growing concern. 

Love or hate...at least I would be on her mind at all hours of the day...of every single second. 

I should be the reason why Natalie breathes, why she cries. Every single emotion that floods through her, I want to be the one directly responsible for it. 

This was the only reasonable solution for the moment.

I let out a small sigh, stroking her cheek that was facing me lightly with my index finger. Her skin was soft – it always was. I stared at her tear strained face before noticing a few strands that had trickled in front of her forehead from her earlier struggle. I pushed them away with the palm of my hand before I began to walk away towards the door.

I opened it up, letting my hand hold the steel door open for a few seconds. I mentally debated on choosing to lock the door while I went off on my small killing spree. My eyes drifted down to where the chains locked underneath the bed. 

There was no way that Natalie would be able to get out with her ankles being chained to the foot of the bed like they were.

If she escapes...I will truly be impressed with my little bird.

Then, I exited out of the room to the left. 

The colorless concrete walls were around me on both sides of the hallway, but that was the way it had always been. The compound had been kept purposefully devoid of color for the inhabitants to do their job – either it being spying, murder, or theft; they knew that emotions were not to be tolerated.