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Some strays of the orange, yellow sun were shining in from the large windows, the light, green curtains moving slightly, as if a little child was standing behind them and hiding them self from their parents.
The large chandelier, encased from a matt gold, hovering above our heads had always intrigued me. It was extraordinarily large, too big to even go through the door, which itself was ornamented with small, silver waves.
Honestly,
it was beautiful.
How did they bring it in? Maybe through the windows, or they build it inside this room.
The dark blue carpet below my feet was made out of a such wealthy fabric - I didn't even know what.
The sound of the large door opening broke me out of my thoughts, two soldiers leading a young woman inside, her face not visible due to the shining lights.
"Juliette Ferrars."
Warner's voice echoed through the whole room, yet it felt like it was shallow. My body ached as I stood next to him, feeling uncontrollably uncomfortable.
I shouldn't be here.
Not next to him.
I shouldn't feel uncomfortable and yet somehow comfortable next to him.
I hate him.
I̶ d̶o̶n̶t̶.
Juliette seemed extremely out of place. She didn't know what was going on. Confused. Horrified.
"Weston, dim the lights and release her. I want to see her."
His command was cool and strong like metal, dangerously calm, effortlessly powerful. My eyes followed Weston as he reduced the brightness. Weston was... okay. I didn't know what to say about him. We didn't really talk. No one really talked to me. Expect Kenji. A̶n̶d̶ W̶a̶r̶n̶e̶r̶. G̶o̶d̶, W̶a̶r̶n̶e̶r̶. W̶a̶r̶n̶e̶r̶. W̶a̶r̶n̶e̶r̶. W̶a̶r̶n̶e̶r̶. W̶a̶r̶n̶e̶r̶.
Her face could be seen now, her soft and piercing blue eyes scanning over the blonde boy that I was next to, never sending one single glance at me. Why should she?
"You're so stubborn." He started. "You never want to cooperate. You wouldn't even play nice with your cellmate."
Immediately she flinched at the mention of her cellmate. Kenji told me, that Kent, he's close with him, had been sent into the asylum into her cell. But her eyes spoke that there was something more. Slowly I turned my head just a little to the side to see Warner's i̶n̶c̶r̶e̶d̶i̶b̶l̶y̶ o̶u̶t̶s̶t̶a̶n̶d̶i̶n̶g̶ b̶e̶a̶u̶t̶i̶f̶u̶l̶ side profile. I knew he could sense my eyes on him, but he didn't look at me, his gaze completely fixated on Ferrars. His soft lips formed into a smile. He noticed too. Of course he did.
"Well isn't that interesting." Warner snapped his fingers. "Kent, would you step forward, please."
The soldier did as told, giving a curt nod of his head.
"Sir."
My eyes broke away from Warner finally, I didn't even realize I was staring, remarking the change in Juliette's eyes. I've never seen her before in my life, yet it felt like I could read her from in and out. Maybe it was just an instinct, but later on I realized it was so much more.
"It seems you made quite an impression on her."
Silence followed. As I sensed Juliette making heart eyes at Kent between the moments, I couldn't help but smile slightly, not noticing the green-eyed man staring at me from beside.
"You have nothing to say about that?"
He only clenched his jaw, nodding once again. "Sir."
"Of course." The tone in his voice sounded almost... bored..? "Why should I expect you to have something to say?"
Before my mind could even process the situation, a soft voice had filled the hall, what she said I didn't even register, before a gun was once again slammer into her spine, but this time multiple times, and her soft and light body fell to the floor. If I could, I would have ran to her and helped her. From the slight movement of Adam's hand as she fell I knew he did too. But we both couldn't. No one could. This world was dark. And monstrous.
"That wasn't necessary, Roland. I suppose I'd be wondering the same thing if I were in her position... Juliette?"
It was like he asked a dead corpse if they were breathing.
Or a crying child if they were okay.
Maybe even more like a cold, ruthless ruler acting cold and dark while he was torturing others, like Juliette.
Kinda like a circus, or?
But, in this story Juliette is not a corpse or a crying kid.
