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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I woke up late the next morning, Natasha and I were talking until early hours of the morning. Sometimes it was serious and others we were in fits of laughter where we nearly cried. It was nice to have a moment of peace in the chaos that is my life. Although it felt odd. Almost like I was indulging on something I was never meant to find.
Everything was as it had been on the day I first arrived. It dives me crazy, staying somewhere that isn't my own. Not having an ounce of my own personality put into it. But to be honest, I don't want to make it my own. Because when I do that, I have to admit to myself that this is permanent. And we've already established that this is not permanent.
I'm going through the clothes in the wardrobe, trying to busy myself as I fear I might die from boredom. Then someone knocks on the door. "Hello Rodrigo, how may I help you on this fine day" I do love sarcasm. Probably the best invention ever if I'm honest.
"Viktor has asked to see you" he cuffs my hands with actual handcuffs. Who just carries them around? I wanna know who else has been put in these. Scratch that. No I don't. "I'm starting to think he has a crush on me, he wants to see me all the time." I mock as the handcuffs are done slightly too tightly. "Ow" I say out loud to show the annoyance. "Better safe than sorry." Bastard
When we get to the office he knocks three times and after a slight pause Viktor tells us to enter. Rodrigo walks me to be opposite Viktor, and forcefully pushes my shoulder so I sit down on a chair. "I could have sat by myself if you'd given me a chance arsehole" he's being too heavy handed. There's really no need. He only scowls at me and removes one of my hands from the cuffs to attach the other to the arm of the chair. The desk is ordered and neat, complete opposite of the last time I was here.
"You may leave us" Viktor speaks for the first time since telling us to enter. I could see in Rodrigo's face that he wanted to interject and say something, but he held his tongue and left nonetheless.
"So. Are you ready to tell the truth yet?" Straight to the point I see. "I already said; you have the truth and choose to be ignorant. That is not my problem" "Whatever principessa. We all know how this will end" "In my story being proven true and you looking like a fool?"
"I've never in my life looked like a fool principessa" he smirks at me. Smug son of a bitch. "Is that all?" I say deadpan.
"Actually it's not, I've got news for you" this can't be good. He sits back in his chair, acting all nonchalant. "What news?" I risk asking. It's likely that I'm going to regret it.
"There's going to be a gathering in a few days. Where the leaders and some of their associates from the mafia of each country. Those they preside in anyway. We will drink and talk about peace. A day without grudges if you will. A chance to sort out disagreements without violence and bloodshed." He paused at the word 'disagreements" "Sounds more like a party, a disastrous one at that. And quite frankly, I don't see how it concerns me."
"I suppose it's a party of sorts" "And you remember what happened at the last party you held? Or did you get sudden amnesia?" Is this man stupid?!
"As I said, it will be peaceful. Anyone that causes violence will be seen as a disgrace to their own team. And everyone has no choice but to turn on them."
"Ironic seeing as the last time there was a party we almost ended up dead" I have to reiterate my point because it doesn't seem to get through that thick skull of his.
"whose hosting?" The thought comes to my head quickly. "We are. They will all be coming here" he says in a completely calm manor. Is this guy on something?
"I will not attend. I will be in the room I'm forced to stay in." I match his calm demeanour. "No principessa, you will attend" his voice is demanding. He's not asking, he's ordering.
"What do you hope to gain from my presence there?"
"There's one foolproof way to corroborate your story." He has the nerve to pull his signature smirk.
"Are you trying to get me killed?!" They will all be there. And I will be in more danger than ever.
"That won't happen under my roof. I won't allow it" his smirk changes to a serious manor. Glad to know he's serious about 'protecting me' because he did such a great job last time. "You're putting a target on my back, a target that literally says 'hey I'm right here! shoot me!'" "No one will be getting shot" "My blood will be on your hands principe. And I will haunt you from the afterlife. Even if there isn't one; I will find a way. Now allow me the small favour of being able to leave right now." Before I have a panic attack right in front of him. "We will discuss this more later" "Of course" I say, seething with anger as Rodrigo comes in to release me from the chair.
We walk in silence. But it's obvious that I'm trying to control my breathing more than someone would normally need to. "Are you really that worried?" "And more so"
He leaves it at that. And once I'm in the room and it's locked. I can't hold it back anymore. I struggle to breath and stifle the sobs on the odd chance anyone might walk by and hear me. I'm going to die. And it will be soon. I'm not ready to die.
————————————— Sorry for the late update and short chapter guys! Christmas and all that 🙄
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