Allure Of The Night

Unheard pleas

On reaching the first floor, the little girl took a peek into the beginning of the corridor until she spotted her mother. Her uneasy heart turned calm, and she entered the room. What Eve didn't know was that this was a double room. A room that was separated by glass.

But her mother was not alone. Next to her stood the man who owned this manor, and his butler stood a couple of steps behind him.

"Turn into one of them!" The man held the back of her mother's head.

"Please stop!" Her mother cried and pleaded, "You have mistaken me for someone else! You have known me for long!"

"Doesn't seem like it was enough to know who you are," said the man, dragging the woman towards the bathtub, where the water was present. He forcibly pushed her into the water, "Turn!"

"I am only a human, Sire. Please believe me," Rebecca beseeched the man, her heart growing anxious as she didn't know how he even knew about it. When she had come to the room, both he and the butler were already there.

"Sire," the butler said, "I saw it with my own eyes. The little girl's skin shimmered like a diamond!"

"Where is your daughter, Becca?" The man spoke to her sweetly, bending down and patting the woman's head. Fear appeared in the woman's eyes for her daughter's life. "Go find her right now!" He ordered his butler.

The butler bowed his head and stepped out of the room.

"No!" Rebecca tried to scramble her way out of the bath, "She is innocent! Don't hurt her!"

Eve placed her little hands on the glass, "Mama!" She called, but no one heard her.

The man slapped Rebecca with his hand, "Shut up and sit still!"

"No!" The woman kicked and slapped him, using all her strength. The man tried to restrain her, but the woman kicked hard enough against the bathtub that it broke, and water spilt on the floor. "Please spare us! She is a little girl!"

Eve watched the man catch hold of her mother's arm, maltreating her.

"Who would have thought you were hiding such a treasure with you?" The man couldn't wait to get his hands on the little girl. He examined the woman with narrowed eyes, digging his nails into her arm.

"We don't know anything about them, Sire! I don't know what the butler saw, but it wasn't true—" Rebecca gasped, staring at the man.

The man had dipped his hand deep into Rebecca's stomach, and he said, "If you don't know, I have no further use of you. It is unfortunate that we had to part ways like this." He pulled his hand back, and the woman staggered backwards.

Eve, standing in the other room with her eyes wide, noticed her mother's dress turning red near her stomach.

Rebecca looked down at her stomach, a painful expression casting on her beautiful face, which was filling up with regret. Her lips parted and trembled, "P-please don't..."

"Mama!" Eve shouted when her mother fell to her knees.

The man said, "I will take good care of her, or maybe send her sooner to you once you are gone." His hand shot to her neck, squeezing it.

Seeing her mother in pain, Eve tried to look for a way to get to her mother.

Though in pain, Rebecca picked up the ceramic piece of the shard that belonged to the broken tub, and she used it to stab one of his eyes.

"Argh!" The man growled in pain and anger. Blood oozed out from the wound that had been inflicted on him.

Rebecca didn't stop there, and she used another piece of the shard to push it against his stomach and hurt him.