Aiden sat huddled on the rickety bed in the small wooden shelter, his mind racing with fear and worry.
The events of the past few days had left him shaken to the core. The memory of Eleanor's cold, piercing gaze still sent shivers down his spine.
He had fled the mansion, desperate to escape her wrath after defying her orders.
Now, in this shelter, he felt temporary safety, but it was tinged with guilt and desperation.
His thoughts kept returning to Alice, his beloved daughter, still trapped under Eleanor's cruel thumb.
The mere thought of her being subjected to that woman's twisted manipulations filled Aiden with dread.
He needed to go back, to find a way to free Alice from that nightmare.
Aiden clenched his fists, steeling his resolve. It would be dangerous, he knew that all too well.
But the thought of abandoning his daughter was unbearable. He had to try, no matter the risk.
And he got the courage and flew on his way to the mansion.
Aiden's heart pounded as he approached the looming gates of the mansion, the familiar structure filling him with a mix of dread and determination.
Reaching into his coat, he gripped the handle of the knife he had hidden there, taking comfort in its solid presence.
Steeling himself, he pushed open the heavy door and strode into the grand foyer, his gaze sweeping the room. "Where's my daughter?" he called out, his voice laced with a desperate edge. "Alice! Where is she?"
The maids inside froze, eyes wide with fear at Aiden's sudden arrival and his uncharacteristically forceful tone.
They scurried about, unsure of how to respond, trembling at the thought of incurring Eleanor's wrath.
"Answer me!" Aiden demanded, his grip tightening on the knife. "I know she's here, now tell me where she is!"
The maids exchanged nervous glances, stammering out apologies and pleas for him to calm down.
Aiden's heart raced as he realized the maids were too terrified to assist him.
He needed to find Alice himself, no matter the risk.
Taking a deep breath, he turned and headed deeper into the mansion, his footsteps quickening with each stride, the knife concealed but ready for whatever lay ahead.
The maids, sensing the growing tension, hurried to Aiden's side, their voices pleading. "Sir, please, you must leave! Eleanor will be furious if she finds you here!"
Aiden ignored their protests, his gaze fixed and determined. "I'm not leaving without my daughter. Where is Alice?"
One of the maids, her face etched with sorrow, stepped forward. "I...I'm so sorry, sir. But Alice, she..." The maid's voice trailed off, her eyes downcast.
Aiden felt his heart skip a beat. "What are you saying? Where is my daughter?" His voice rose, tinged with desperation.
The maid took a deep breath, steeling herself. "Alice...Alice is dead, sir. She..." The maid paused, as if the words were too painful to utter.
Aiden stared at her, his mind refusing to comprehend the implications of her words. "Dead?" he repeated, the word foreign on his tongue. "No, that's not possible. You're lying!"
The other maids exchanged nervous glances, their expressions filled with guilt and regret.
One by one, they stepped forward, each offering their own confession.
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Black Magic
Mistero / ThrillerA woman in the 19th century curses her husband with black magic, she doesn't know the exchange of that, it might end her whole bloodline.
