Aelia stands there for a moment in shock as the hair on the back of her neck slowly begins to stand up.
Terrified isn't a strong enough word to describe the raw fear that takes over her body. She just stands there, frozen like a deer in the headlights under the heat of his glare. His eyes are soulless and he raises a suspicious eyebrow from his position in the doorway to the small closet. Her only escape is blocked.
He finally speaks, pushing off of the doorway with his shoulder, "When I saw you at the cafe, I wondered if there was a reason behind that look in those little eyes." He steps closer to her.
Alarms finally blare into her brain, begging her to move.
"Then I so happen to find you here." He stops, his eyes narrowing on her.
She swallows the knot in her throat.
"So I will ask you this question one time. It is simple really," He says so casually, yet the sinister tone of his deep voice chills Aelia to the bone.
"Who sent you here?" He stops his movements right in front of her. He is so close. She lets out a squeak.
"W-what?" She finally chokes out. Her eyes dart around the room, looking for a way to escape. Her heart thumps in her chest.
"Did I not just say I would only ask once? Do you not speak english?" he retorts, tilting his head to the side. He says such few words, yet does not fail to humiliate her. Of course she speaks english.
"Tell me what I ask, and I will kill you quickly." he speaks slowly as if she were just a small child.
Her heart drops at his words. Does he work for John?
"Look man, I don't want any part of your mafia fantasy," Aelia raises both of her hands up in defeat, taking a step back away from the man. She attempts to make her words sound calm and collected, but they come out shaky and small.
"Mafia fantasy?" The mysterious man looks at her curiously.
Turning, Aelia bends down quickly and picks up one of the loafers and roughly slams it into the man's face. She steps back to see that the man does not even flinch. She grabs another one of John's shoes and throws her arm towards his face again but this time he catches her by the wrist. The shoe drops to the ground.
"Do you honestly think a shoe will hurt me?" Amusement plays in those eyes.
She doesn't think, she just acts. She lifts her foot and kicks him hard where it hurts. This causes him to flinch and release her wrist. She shoves past him, racing as fast as she can out of the closet. Watches jiggle out of her pockets as she reaches the top of the stairs. She grabs the railing for extra support but then a large hand shoves into her back.
She tumbles down the stairs, hitting her shoulder until she rolls onto the hardwood floor and her head smacks down to a stop. She opens her eyes and sees the man standing over her. Her vision grows dark as if she is about to lose consciousness, but the adrenaline pumping into her veins keeps her awake.
Rolling onto her stomach, Aelia uses her arms to drag her small body across the floor in order to get away. She reaches the small potted plants underneath the stairs before the man's rough grip wraps around her ankle. She grabs the pot just as soon as he pulls her across the floor.
She twists again, smashing the plant into his face. The glass pot shatters, covering him in dark soil. She then scrambles to her feet as fast as she can.
Why is this man attacking her? Thoughts race through her head as she desperately searches for a hiding place. She reaches the kitchen and comes to a halt. Standing in front of her with an expression full of deep anger is the man. His hair is now decorated with fresh potting soil, which only highlights the dark features of his shadow-like face.
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Afterlife
Fantasy"My father has made it my duty to ensure that you remain alive until he says otherwise." He breathes out, his breath filling her nose with the scent of wine, "If somebody has made an attempt on your life, you will let me know." He finishes. A warni...
