A fight for dominance and nobility

Chapter sixteen: ugly truths with Blanchet

It has been more than ten hours inside the cellar. The ugly stench of wet eroding bricks has been bothering me for hours but now I am getting used to the torture. My vision has been hazy recently due to hunger. My stomach has been grumbling and now it has ceased. I am laying on the cold floor staring at metallic pipes above me. Some of them are leaking but I paid no heed to it.

What does a woman do after such horrible public display meant to break her dignity ? I deserve it for the raid , I deserve the curse and whatever it is that is ruining my arm. Life had never worked in my favout , and it never will. I am tired , I have no strength and I wish to lay down and never wake. Not long ago i was praising myself like I would be able to free us from this gruesome structure that all women have been brainwashed to follow. The masses will always follow the ones who deceive us. It is such a shame that people refuse to wake from their deep slumber of illusion.

The world has nothing g to offer for us until we act. I have tried to battle it alone and have not won. Instead , I was graced with somewhat of a demonic possession clinging on to my arm like it's home. Shakespeare was right, he'll is empty and all the devils are here. I regret treating people I thought were going to stand by my side when the gabke has turned but turns out no one cared. I am on my darkest hour , and no one has dared to slip the light through the tunnel. I am forsaken , my head is deep down in the Thames, and I am erased from existence.

Do not trust anyone Zadie. One of my motehrs lessons. I never followed, I broke the rule only because I thought having a kind heart will help those who are lost and wandering in the labyrinth of darkness , but I was wrong. This world is beyond cruel , beyond wretched and may the almighty help those who shattered me because I do not have that heart anymore. We have been told not to harden our hearts, even the holiest book states that but what do you do when provoked? When broken beyond measure ? When ripped apart , piece after piece like a piece of rotten flesh disposed in the garbage bin ?

Growing up mother once told me , do not let them break you for you are much stronger zadie. What happened to those paws and where have I taken them ? The same and atrocity of my actions haunt my deep , dark and twisted mind like a ghostly creature that has been soaring to devour my foolish pride. I am lik3 a worthless piece of cloth shunned out because I am different. I wish I were at the orphanage, listening to sounds of ladies laughing aloud with me and probably letting my sarcastic remarks about the social structure ruin their days. I miss the fresh smell of pastries I'm the morning, fresh tea or coffee. The chirping sounds of birds early in the morning waking me up from my deep slumber.

It is true when the say once you are at the deep end , it is the time where one starts to realize how fortunate they were. I am at the deep end , I oveooked what I had in search for what I desired.

I can hear loud footsteps approaching the cellar and I immediately stand up. With each and every footstep I hear I retreat until my backside is against the wall. I try to steady my breathing, but i cannot control it. My chest is rising up and down uncontrollably. I clutch my hands tightly against my chest as I inhale sharply.

'Why?' A deep baritone voice asks and that is only Alexander Blanchet.

I looked at his feral eyes and when i have finally built up the courage to speak , I parted my lips to let words out. 'It was the only option I had.'

'Only option!' He shouted at me but surprisingly I did not flinch. 'That gold is going to employ people of your kind.'

I chuckled darkly as I  slowly approached him. ' People of my kind. Do you really care or is it just an act for your facade?' I raised my eyebrows , glaring at him and making sure I keep eye contact.

Alexander Blanchet opened the bars that kept me locked in and sauntered towards me. I stood tall and stared at him. 'What if it really is an act of my facade?' He asked.