The Syndicate

Chapter Ten

  The night was still, the oppressive silence only broken by the occasional distant sounds of the compound. Allen Carson strode through the dimly lit corridors of his mansion, his mind preoccupied with thoughts of power and control. The glow of the moonlight filtering through the windows cast long, eerie shadows that danced on the walls as he moved.

  As he approached his room, he noticed a figure standing by one of the large windows. He paused, recognizing the silhouette instantly.

  It was Rosy Charms. The moonlight bathed her in a soft, ethereal glow, highlighting the delicate contours of her face and the gentle waves of her auburn hair. She looked almost otherworldly, a stark contrast to the harshness of their reality.

  Allen stopped, captivated by her beauty. He took a moment to simply watch her, admiring the way the moonlight seemed to make her skin glow. She was lost in thought, staring out into the night, unaware of his presence. A desire stirred within him, a twisted mixture of admiration and possession.

  Unable to resist, he stepped closer, his footsteps silent on the plush carpet. As he approached, Rosy seemed to sense his presence. She turned, her eyes widening with fear when she saw him.

"Mr. Carson," she stammered, taking a step back. "I was just—"

"Admiring the view?" Allen interrupted, his voice smooth but carrying an undertone of menace.

He took another step closer, closing the distance between them.

"You look stunning in the moonlight, Rosy."

Rosy's heart raced. She felt trapped, like a deer caught in the headlights.

"I should go."

Before she could move, Allen reached out and grabbed her hand.

"Don't go," he said, his grip tightening. "Stay with me."

"Please, Mr. Carson," Rosy pleaded, trying to pull her hand free.

"Let me go."

  But Allen's hold only tightened. He pulled her towards him, wrapping his arms around her in a forceful embrace. "I want you to stay," he whispered, his breath hot against her ear.

"Just for a moment."

  Rosy struggled against him, her heart pounding with fear and anger. "Stop, don't," she cried, her voice shaking. "Let me go!"

Her resistance only seemed to fuel Allen's frustration. He tightened his grip, trying to overpower her.

"Why do you fight me?" he demanded, his voice growing harsher. "I'm offering you something special."

Rosy's struggles intensified, her breath coming in ragged gasps. "I don't want this," she said, her voice breaking.

"Please, stop!"

  Allen's patience snapped. With a growl of anger, he shoved her away. Rosy stumbled, her feet tangling beneath her, and she fell to the floor with a cry of pain.

"You ungrateful little—" Allen began, his voice seething with rage.

  He stepped forward and slapped her hard across the face, the sound echoing through the corridor. Rosy gasped, her hand flying to her cheek as she looked up at him, tears welling in her eyes. The world seemed to blur around her, the pain and fear overwhelming.

"Take her to her room," Allen barked, his voice cold and devoid of any compassion.

  A guard appeared almost instantly, having heard the commotion. He grabbed Rosy by the arm, pulling her to her feet.

  As the guard led her away, Rosy cast one last, desperate glance at Allen. "Where is my father and brother? ," she whispered, her voice barely audible. "Please, tell me."

  But Allen turned away, his face a mask of indifference. "Get her out of my sight," he ordered, his voice flat. "And make sure she stays there."

  The guard nodded, dragging Rosy down the corridor. She stumbled, her vision still blurred by tears. The moonlight that had seemed so beautiful moments ago now felt cold and cruel. She was shoved into her room, the door slamming shut behind her.

  Rosy collapsed onto her bed, her body shaking with sobs. The reality of her situation crashed down on her, the helplessness and despair overwhelming. She touched her cheek where Allen had struck her, the pain a stark reminder of his cruelty.

  In the silence of her room, Rosy vowed to herself that she would find a way out. She couldn't live like this, under the oppressive thumb of Allen Carson. She needed to find a way to escape, to reclaim her freedom. And as she lay there, her resolve hardened. She would survive this, and one day, she would be free.