Hard Time's

Hurt

A sense of normality slowly creeps back in and when she's well enough she goes back to work, you keep an eye on her as you sketch. No one knows what happened to her not really of course there are rumors. Nothing confirmed. The Baroness is doing her walk round of six presented designs she berates all of them. Since the attack, her temper has been worse than usual. She stops at a younger male and criticizes his sad attempt at fashion. 'Lazy slut.' he mutters to himself as she walks away she turns on her heel.

Her eyes observe him predatorily. 'I beg your pardon?' The young man shakes his head. 'Nothing.' The Baroness isn't going to drop it. 'What did you just say? Repeat it. Now.' The designer pouts. 'I just think it's ironic you are criticizing my work when you've pissed off for months on some sort of never-ending honeymoon to have your pussy licked.' there are many gasps. The Baroness's face goes red with embarrassment? Anger? Who can say? 'Ah, a gap, your fired, leave the premises at once.'

'Baroness, is it true? I mean you married (y/n) she works here. There is a rumour that your insatiable appetite to constantly be filled is why John left. Gave the poor old bugger a heart attack. Are there certain perks we should all be getting from the boss?' he goes to touch her. Only in a way to mock her but she flinches. There is another gasp as you have him pinned on the table the straight razor against his throat. 'Go on then, touch her, I dare you.' you whisper. The Baroness holds the back of her hand to her head. 'Oh heaven's sake, (y/n), (y/n)! It's fine to let him go, my guards, are here.' You are still furious at the baron this is your anger about him. You are so close to committing murder in a room full of witnesses.

The security pulls you off him .'She's fucking crazy!' he's shaking. Your eyes go to his crotch seeing it has darkened having gotten wet. 'Yeah, I can see that.' he blushes furiously as security roughly removes him. 'Nothing to see here, back to work, all of you.' she starts heading back upstairs you follow she looks over her shoulder to see you. 'Work. Now.' she leaves you on the stairs her voice is stone cold. You are a little hurt, actually, you are pissed off, you were just defending her honour. After a few moments, you go up the stairs pushing open the door. 'Listen-'

The Baroness is no longer stoic she's crying at her desk looking up she freezes. She didn't want you to see her like this so weak, so vulnerable. 'I told you to get back to work!' she shouts. 'I-I didn't mean-' she lifts an empty whisky glass throwing it and it smashes on the wall beside you. 'I do not wish to see you around here the rest of the day, get out of my sight!' You raise your eyebrows then nod quietly. 'Okay, yeah, sure, not a problem.' you leave slamming the door behind you, and leave to go to the nearest pub.

"Oh I'm sorry for blaming you

For everything I just couldn't do
And I've hurt myself by hurting you"

The day eventually comes to an end, the staff has all left, and she realizes something when she steps out of her office. She is completely alone. John is not there to take her to her car like he always was, she fired him. And she chased you out as well. The warehouse is eerily empty she headed down to the floor looking around when the lights above her began to flicker her eyes darted up, then immediately back down when a roll of material spilled over and unraveled to her feet. 'I told all of you, idiots, to go home!' she shouted. 'Who is there?' she stepped forward tightening her grip on her bag. It was then she was largely aware she had left her razor on her desk in the office. The light flickered and went out causing her to head to the doors briskly.

The door is locked she can't get out her heart starts pumping violently in her chest she drops her handbag and runs to the phone to alert the police. The line is dead. They never did catch the baron and it was foolish to hope he was just dead. She wishes she never fired John, wishes she'd asked you to stay but it's too late now. The Baroness finds an emergency exit and runs out into the alleyway. It's pitch black and thunder rumbles. There has been a power cut in London, it's raining she shivers with cold. She's only in her dark brown wrap dress with a matching hair wrap. Lightning briefly illuminates the alleyway.

The Baroness makes out a slumped figure who also has noticed her. He slowly gets up with difficulty gripping onto the wall she takes a few steps backward. 'No.' she whispers her heel slipping on the mossy cobbles. She turns and runs further into the alleyway determined to escape. Eventually, she runs into a dead end and the fear really sets in. He's getting closer to her and there is, no, way, out.