Deadly Saints [18+]

056: The good

|Isadora Cordova|

Quick question; does anyone remember the Barbie movie Rapunzel. The one where she had extremely long blonde hair, became a servant and had two best friends that where animals; a dragon and a rabbit. Sweetie was locked in her tower for her entire life and further more when she met that dashing prince; oh he was a handsome motherfucker. Faith had it that she discovered this magical paintbrush; whichever place she painted gave her the power to go to that place through the painting. Which was super cool.

But I could really use a magical paintbrush right about now. I totally relate to Rapunzel, home girl and I have a few things in common. Except the whole being best friends with animals, like I ain't that delusional plus Bane probably eats bunnies for breakfast and that rat I saw earlier didn't look like it wanted to be my friend.

I was entirely grateful for he didn't need 10 kill any more of my brain cells with our conversations. His little outburst bought me the time I needed since he had no intentions of facing me right now, We were both on board with not sharing a room: Bane continued his little escapade in and out of his bedroom, one STD at a time and I didn't mind the silence of my own bed because getting yourself off while saying Diavolo's name isn't another guys wet fantasy.

Have you met my tail; Jacques? He is confirmed to be Bane's brother and currently my babysitter. Never spoken a word unless it is to relay instructions, Jacques is a shadow within this mansion and I expected him to be the carbon copy of his older brother. That wasn't the case at all which is difficult for me to admit.

What played on a loop in my head is Bane's reaction to Aurora. He is disgusting and vile for even laying a hand on an innocent girl like her, she couldn't even look into his eyes and that further illustrated that he broke any source of confidence she had. Bane is worse than a psycho, he relished in the pain of others and specifically the breaking of Aurora. His mind is sickly twisted, more heinous than I could ever imagine.

There is a special place in hell for him because let's face it; we are all sinners and hell is our home.

Searching for Aurora is more difficult than a maze; if I hadn't already encountered her in Bane's office then I wouldn't have belleved that she even existed. Aurora didn't walk down the hallways or was in the kitchen grabbing a snack. Everywhere I turned it drew a dead end and I wondered if Bane finally ended the torment. Although a huge question played on my mind, why did he have someone that young under his roof if he despised her to the core and the mere sight of her drove him into a fit of rage?

Surely, I wasn't about to ask Jacques that question or where Aurora is for that matter. He most probably didn't care what happened to her but that tortured glint in his eyes when Bane was about to rein his fist on her sald otherwise. Guilt swarming within them, both for allowing this to happen and for not stopping it.

I am fucking bored, it is agonising to watch seconds and minutes pass by because they seem to take pleasure in tormenting me. Therefore, it recalls my current dilemma, awake at the crack ass of I am and in the kitchen eince being bored initiates hunger within me,

The sleek metallic fridge is generously stocked and I find my particular craving. The purple container filled with dark chocolate brownies, kicking the door closed with my foot as! set the container on the counter, There is this particular shuffle in the darkness and I knew instantly who the culprit was. Opening the container, I took out a brownie.

"Don't bother hun, I already know you are there." I called, taking a bite out of the rich cocoa.

The sound of bare feet on the tiles filled the silence as she drifted closer to the island; darkness loomed over us with the glow of the moon through the windows.