His Entertainer

Chapter 42

                 IVY SILVER POV.

It had been almost a week since Hermann was captured, yet I had scarcely visited him—actually, after that first day, I hadn’t gone near him at all.

Nights stretched endless and sleepless, the knowledge that he was somewhere in this very house gnawing at me. Part of me longed to see him, to face the reality of his condition, but another part recoiled in fear, desperate to shield my heart from the torment it would surely bring.

That evening, I dined with Wilmert. Over the past few days, he seemed steady, attentive—showing affection with flowers, ordering jewelry fit for a queen.

“I assure you, you’ll look extraordinary that day,” he told me, spinning endless fantasies about our future wedding—vivid, dazzling, and perfect. It was everything I thought I wanted... maybe half of it. Yet beneath it all, my heart ached for the broken, the damaged.

Before I realized it, dinner was done. Wilmer suddenly sprang up, closing the distance swiftly. His lips met mine, soft and fervent. “I love you,” he whispered.

I grinned, barely able to muster, “I love you, too.”

He hesitated, searching my face. “You haven’t been quite yourself. Why?”

“Nothing,” I insisted.

“You don’t have to pretend with me. It’s your mother, isn’t it? It’s tragic...” His voice trembled with sympathy.

“Wil—” I tried to steer away.

“Hey.” His hands gently held my shoulders, warmth and sorrow mingling. “I can’t fix this. But if you let me, I’ll try to make it better.”

I rested my head on his chest, letting his arms wrap around me, savoring the fragile comfort.

    Later that night, I paced outside the door where Hermann was confined, biting my nails raw, heart pounding.

A voice inside urged me to open the door; another warned me to stay away. I frowned at my own torment—why cling to someone who shattered me? Turning to leave, a sudden scream shattered the stillness.

My heart nearly stopped. I spun back, fumbling with the key, and the door creaked open.

Inside, my breath caught.

Our eyes met—his stained with blood, his limbs bound, the scars and bruises multiplying in cruel patterns.

Without looking at the man who stood nearby, I commanded, “Leave us.”

He slipped away without protest.

“Miss me?” Hermann’s mocking voice cut through the tension.

I stepped closer, voice barely contained. “Is it true? What they say?”

Silence. I wanted him to say something—to break the terrible quiet.

“What are you talking about?” he asked innocently. I couldn’t help the bitter smirk that crossed my lips. Nothing new—twisting words was his art.

My gaze fell on the table covered with instruments, some streaked in blood.

Hand trembling, I picked up a whip.

Taking measured steps closer, my voice cracked. “You... ruined everything.”

“I almost trusted you,” I spat, swallowing the bitter taste.

But he looked down, silent.

I raised the whip and brought it down hard on his flesh. He whimpered, pain soft and raw. I struck him again and again.

“For God’s sake, Hermann, say something!” I yelled, frustration searing through me.

Finally, his voice came, quiet and broken: “I’m sorry.”

His glassy eyes held mine, and I dropped the whip, tears trailing down my cheeks.

“I... hate you,” I whispered. “You’re a monster.”

“I know,” he said quietly.

I shook my head, stepping back, trying to steady my breath as I turned away.

His gaze followed me, burning even as I left. _______________________________________
                     SONIA’S POV

The day of the incident…

   Heavy footsteps approached. A shadow loomed outside the door. My heart hammered fiercely.

The door swung open softly; I slid back against the wall, terror rooting me in place.

“I swear I won’t tell anyone,” I pleaded.

Wilmer’s voice was low, cold. “I know you won’t, baby girl. But you need to understand what will happen if you do.”

He stepped closer, voice hardening. “Don’t get comfortable. I don’t care about you. Only Ivy matters.”

Tears fell freely; I nodded.

“Scared?” he asked, cruel smile forming. “Didn’t mean to frighten you, cupcake.”

He was no one like the man I saw outside—a poisonous snake hidden beneath a charming mask.

He lowered his voice until it was a deadly whisper. “If you open your mouth, I’ll break every bone in your body, one by one. Cut off your tits and feed them to my hounds.”

Warm fear spread through me. There was no mistaking it—this was a demon cloaked in flesh.

Present day…

   The door closed behind me. Ivy’s teary eyes met mine.

I stepped closer, wrapping my arms around her as she trembled against me.

“I hate him,” she sobbed, voice fragile.

“Who?” I asked softly.

“He makes me so angry,” she whispered, pulling away just slightly.

“Who?” I pressed gently.

“Hermann,” she cried, trembling.

I sighed, voice steady. “Calm down.”

“He killed my mother.” Her voice broke, grief exposing the raw wound. “But I can’t get him out of my head.”

My chest tightened; if only I could tell her everything.

I turned away, taking a few slow breaths to steady the storm inside me.

“How did you know?” I asked after a moment.

“Wilmer told me,” she said, sinking onto the bed.

I frowned. “Do you trust him?”

She hesitated, mascara staining her flushed cheeks, lips cracked, hair disheveled.

“I... don’t know,” she admitted softly.

Before I could respond, Lucia bagged in “I looked everywhere for you,” Lucia’s sharp voice cut through the fragile silence, her sudden presence breaking our moment.
Her eyes flickered briefly to me before landing on Ivy who was trembling with tears staining her cheeks.

“Why are you crying?” she snapped worriedly
Ivy didn’t answer at first, her lip trembling as if the words were too heavy to bear. Lucia softened only slightly, reaching out to gently grasp her arm.

“Come on,” she urged, voice low and soft “Let me help you clean up.”

Ivy allowed herself to be led away toward the washroom, shoulders shaking with each breath.

Left alone, I stood motionless, the pounding in my chest loud in the suddenly empty room. A strange impulse clawed at me—a force impossible to resist.

My steps were slow and deliberate as I moved toward the door that held him prisoner.

Something deep inside demanded i visit Hermann Rodriguez.

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