IS LOVE REALLY A THING?

Chapter 10

SCARLET's POV

Ahhhhahhhahhhahhhahhh! Does that laughter ring a bell? Yeah! Exactly! Its like the ones evil witches make in movies after a successful plot of event. That was the kind of laughter i let out as i watched him soaked in his own blood. No one dared mess with me, no one!

Now that i had carried out my plan successfully it was high time i found a way of escaping this big mansion before i was caught by one of his guards. How would i leave this mighty house without being spotted, i looked at his lifeless body and cursed out " idiot! Why waste money on structures like this when you knew you could die someday" i bet his dead ass never imagined he was going to die so early at that in the hands of a woman. Tchtchtch... poor thing.

I knew his bodyguards where outside of the door so i couldn't go through that exit, at least not with my dress already painted with blood splash, i ran towards the window to open the closed glass-frame, as i did a strong wave of breeze swept my face towards the left and i felt the invite of death mere looking down towards the ground.

"Hell not!" this is suicidal, no way i was gonna survive a jump from up here, even my bones wouldn't make it down in piece, i quickly closed the window back as the wind assisted me pushing the handles towards myself. What do i do now? I faced the body as if to expect answers, none of which i got.

Well well well, it wasn't such a bad idea getting gunned down at this point, i had already gotten rid of my enemy and was victorious i could spend the rest of my days in hell peacefully, i wasn't all-that religious in the first place so i doubt God had a place for me in heaven and besides nothing much for me here on earth anyways, just my dinner job which i was holding on to for earns means.

The only way out of here was the door so i quietly moved towards it and halted when i got closer placing my ear on the door to figure out what was going on at the other end, i could hear nothing seems like no one was there, well there was only one way to find out right? I slowly opened the door ready to face and accept whatever befell me.

"What? No one was here?!" I was so shocked. Where could they have gone? The mafia boss must have dismissed them when he invited me over to the room "poor soul!" He was destined to meet his ill fate anyways, I thought to myself as i ran towards the left side of the hall. Don't ask me why i choose the left path, i've heard of a saying that preaches that the left side always ended up being good fortune while the right was the opposite. Where did i hear that? Well don't pay too much attention to what i say, i'm just trying to survive here.

As i crept through the dimly lit corridors of the mafia lord's mansion, my heart pounded in my chest. Every creak of the floorboards felt like a thunderclap, threatening to give away my presence to no guards patrolling the halls.
With each step, i carefully planned my next move, my mind racing with thoughts of the confrontation that lay ahead. The thought of taking down the powerful mafia lord consumed my thoughts, driving me forward despite the overwhelming odds stacked against me.

The mansion loomed large around me, its opulence a stark contrast to the fear and desperation that gripped me. I knew that one wrong move could mean the end of my escape plan and possibly my life! But i was determined, my will as strong as steel as i navigated the treacherous path to freedom.

I found myself trapped in the mafia lord's mansion, surrounded by towering walls . Every door seemed to lead to another dead-end, and every window was secured with iron bars. The mansion was like a fortress, designed to keep intruders in and any hope of escape out.

As i navigated the maze-like corridors, i realized that the mansion was a labyrinth of secrets and dangers. Each turn i took seemed to lead me deeper into the heart of the mafia lord's domain, with no sign of an actual exit in sight. The oppressive atmosphere of the mansion only added to the sense of hopelessness that threatened to engulf me.

Despite the daunting odds stacked against me, i refused to give up. With a steely determination m, i began to search for any possible weak points in the mansion's defenses, determined to find a way to secure my freedom.

THIRD PARTY's POV

Scarlet's initial determination began to waver as she encountered one obstacle after another, each more formidable than the last. The realization that escape seemed impossible weighed heavily on her, draining her of hope and leaving her feeling defeated. The once fiery resolve in her eyes dimmed, replaced by a sense of resignation and despair.

As she wandered the endless hallways of the mansion, the walls closing in around her, the girl's spirit faltered. The seemingly insurmountable odds stacked against her cast a shadow of doubt over her once-bold escape plan.

With each passing moment, She felt the heavy burden of her predicament pressing down on her shoulders, sapping her strength and will to fight. In the face of such overwhelming odds, she found herself on the brink of giving up, the spark of defiance flickering ever so faintly within her.

Scarlet's hope dwindled, her determination fading into the shadows as she found herself consumed by the overwhelming desire to turn back time. The weight of her circumstances pressed down on her, leaving her devoid of the strength to fight back.

All that remained was a wistful longing for a chance to rewind time, In the depths of her despair, she couldn't help but entertain the fantasy of rewriting history, of undoing the fateful meeting that had led her to this dire situation. The thought of a reality where she had never set foot in the mansion, never tangled with the dangerous forces that now held her captive, offered a glimmer of solace amidst the darkness that threatened to consume her, to erase the moment she ever crossed paths with the menacing figure of the mafia lord.

Scarlet's thoughts lingered on the impossibility of her situation, the harsh reality of her captivity stripping away any semblance of resilience. With each passing moment, her yearning to rewind time grew stronger, overshadowing any glimmer of hope that once burned within her.

As she navigated the labyrinthine halls of the mansion, her steps faltered, her spirit broken. The mere thought of a past untainted by the mafia lord's influence became her sole refuge, a distant dream in a harsh and unforgiving present. If all of her wishes wouldn't come true, at least this could, she wished this was a dream, she really hoped all that had and was happening was just a bad dream which was indeed one, all she had to do was wake up from it and it would all come to an end.