Make Me Feel Alive

Chapter 15

Clecentine never smiled, at least not in front of people. And even if she did it would be a psychotic one, and the person witnessing it would be dead shortly. The only reason why I knew this unusual piece of information was because she had gotten a call in the middle of the breakfast she and I were peacefully having this morning and boy, did she give one scary yet sexy-as-hell psychotic smile, with malice glimmering in her eyes and then proceeded to leave the delicious breakfast unfinished.

Ten minutes after that incident I ran out of the dining room and tried to locate her.

Two minutes later I stopped dead in my tracks, feeling indecisive about how to react to the scene unfolding in front of me. Clecentine was dragging a man by the nape of his neck and she was pressing his neck down making him bow his head as he walked alongside her, with a deadly expression etched on her face.

Oh Lord, save me! What do I do?

I acted as if I was high on drugs and jumped behind the fountain which was a few feet away from her office and crouched so low my butt touched the cold marble tile.

She opened the door to her office practically throwing the man inside. Another guy in a suit followed her silently and closed the door.

I tried to get closer to her office as I sought refuge behind a table with a ceramic flower vase on top of it.

''I've heard some interesting news, Gordon. Do you know what it is?" There was silence for a few seconds before she spoke again. "It's okay. I'll tell you. You broke Omerta." Her voice was deadly calm resulting in the voice being very muffled; so low I wasn't even sure if what I heard was right.

This was not acceptable. He broke their code of silence. I may not have much information about the mafia or any crime syndicate but from my knowledge of the novels I had read, breaking Omerta is the biggest crime one could commit in the world of the mafia.

His broken, weak and fragile voice filled with utmost fear spoke, ''B-but madam, it's not true.''

''Oh, it isn't?'' The intensity of her voice increased by the slightest decibel. ''Because if I'm not wrong I've got news of your friend foolishly drunk in the streets last night shouting that his friend works for the mafia.''

''Madam, h-he was drunk, he didn't know what he was saying."

''But it wasn't a lie now, was it? Don't worry I've taken good care of your friend. But you seem to need a lot more than just some 'good care'. Carlsen, take him to the red room.''

The mention of the word 'red room' from her mouth in her deadly, venom-dripping voice made a shiver of horror go down my body.

It was definitely her torture room.

I wonder how many people have been subjected to the wrath of the she-devil in her torture room.

Hearing the silence I knew that they were about to leave the office, so I immediately ran back to the fountain and took refuge behind it. Seeing Carlsen open the door and drag him roughly by the collar of his neck I crouched as low as I could get, cursing the cold tiles.

Behind the two men was Clecentine, her face set in a calm fury. Now that I had been with her for a few weeks I knew that a completely calm Clecentine was more dangerous than a raging one. She may look calm on the outside but she could be planning one-hundred-fifty-seven ways to murder someone and one could never guess.

Out of curiosity I decided to follow them.

I walked a few feet behind them, maintaining a safe distance yet having a clear view of them. It almost felt as if Clecentine didn't seem to care whether someone was following her or not. As if she had no objection to anyone witnessing her cruelty.

Minutes later I removed my shoes, walking only in my socks not wanting to risk making any noise.

I wanted to turn back and go but it was kinda too late for that now. Besides, it's not like she would torture me. If she caught me she would shout at me, punish me, spank me, deny me orgasms, tie me to the bed and overstimulate me but never torture me. That I was sure of.

Moments later we turned round a corner and I was met by dim lights. There were steps leading downstairs. The vibes, the colour of the walls, the interior design, all seemed completely cut off from the rest of the mansion, as if we had entered a different dimension. At the top of the stairs, Carlsen let go of the man and handed him to Clecentine, walking back.

My heart skipped a beat and I panicked. Frantically looking around I hid behind an average-sized marble statue, almost getting stuck in an awkward position.

Thankfully he didn't notice me and walked away. When he was out of my sight I waited for a few seconds before running towards the torture room.

One part of me was curious as to what would happen to the man and another part of me was curious to know what she was truly capable of doing. I wanted to see the extent to which her anger could go. I wanted to see her unleash her true self, the infamous she-devil of the underground world.

The door was left slightly ajar. Either she didn't care whether his screams or the sight escaped outside or she was sure that no one would dare come here.

Either way, I was screwed.

Making my way towards the door I gently rested my fingers on the edge of the door and snuck a peek inside.

Red.

The room was bathed in red, its light illuminating the man's terrified face. Clecentine sure took the whole 'red room' thing very seriously. He was visibly shaking, bathed in sweat, tremors of fear taking control of his body. What was she going to do now?

My eyes drifted further to take in the full view. He was seated on a chair in the middle of the room, next to him was a wooden table consisting of all types of torture weapons I didn't even know existed.

From guns to whips, knives to stun belts.

My heart truly was beating very fast now, feet rooted to the ground, feeling too heavy to move.

While I expected her to use one of her dangerous torture weapons she did the exact opposite. She set aside the weapons she was examining in her hands and turned to him.

It was hard to see her face because of the small gap between the door and the way her body was positioned. But the way she lifted her hand and grasped his jaw was very clear.

He seemed to be in pain and she paid no attention to it.

''I have other matters to deal with. You're lucky I won't be doing much for now.'' malice dripped her voice, ''But that doesn't mean you won't die tonight.''

Before I could comprehend the meaning behind her words she pulled out a dagger from the side of her belt and stuck it roughly in his eye.

A sharp gasp left my lips when I heard him let out an agonizing shrill scream. His screams and pleas for forgiveness echoed through the walls, all ignored by her.

I saw no more, I heard no more. I just ran, ignoring his screams which didn't cease.