Amanda Fleece ran down the stuffy corridor, clutching her purse. Her auburn brown curls were in a tight knot around her head. The coffee-colored skin mixed with shades of brown blush brought out her cheekbones and her emerald eyes burned bright. She was a fairly beautiful woman, which may explain why her husband, Richard Fleece, married her in the first place. It may have been an arranged marriage but he fell head over heels for her. But for some reason, he has been missing for a few days now, leaving Amanda alone. Thankfully the staff is there to keep her company during this hard time. "M'lady, wait! You forgot your gloves! It's supposed to be a chilly one today. Don't want your hands freezin' and fallin' off." That was the head maid, Miss. Smith. She had been at that house since birth, fifty-three years ago. Her face was covered in wrinkles but still showed her beauty. Her brown eyes looked as if they were sucked into her face and her now gray hair was curling around her shoulders. She recently asked Amanda to cut it for her. "Ah thank you, what would I do without my most trusted friend Miss. Smith." Amanda said sweetly, although a hint of sour could be heard, twisted into those simple words of gratitude Miss. Smith didn't notice. "You'd probably go mad. Tis' a shame that Lord Richard has gone missing. And I guess that's why you're leaving. Going to go look for him?" Amanda nodded, thankful for her acting skills as she was able to sound sad as her face darkened. Miss. Smith sighed and patted Amanda. "Good luck out there, let me know if you have any success." Amanda nodded and left the manor.
The temperature dropped about eight degrees when Amanda reached the old creek. Her scarf was wrapped tight around her face, giving enough open space for her to see. She walked down a path that leads towards the water, walking under the bridge and into an area that leads underground. Her husband had made this in case there was a war. Who knew it would be his grave? Once she reached the bottom of the ladder, she turned on the oil lamps and saw her deceased husband in the exact position that she left him in. Sitting up against the wall with his head tilted to the right and his throat slit with his intestines hanging out from his stomach. She had also cut out his heart which was stored on the shelf above his head. "Hello, handsome." She grinned, pinching his cheek. His body was still fresh due to the freezing temperature. However, once it was summer again, she would have to get rid of the body. "I've come to take a few hundred pounds." She said, ruffling his ash-blonde hair. His eyes were now a filmy white but they used to be bright blue. She wouldn't admit it but she thought he was rather cute. She went over to the cupboard and pulled out a bag of money, smiling happily. "Thank you, sweetheart!" She said as if her husband told her she could take it. She giggled and left the bunker after turning off the oil lamp.
When she came back up she noticed that two people were walking along the bridge so she had to stop moving. She heard their conversation. "Oh well did you hear that the lady of the manor is a lot happier after the disappearance of her husband?" Molly. That's who was talking. Molly was the newest maid at the manor and to be honest, Amanda hated her. "Oh really?" answered the man she was talking to. "Yeah, it's kind of weird, you'd think she'd be locked in her room slittin' them skinny wrist of hers." Amanda snarled. How dare she be talked about like this behind her back. It was wrong. Amanda was the Lady of the castle and Molly was just some feeble slut. A slut who could easily disappear.
It had been about two days since Amanda encountered Molly at the creak. And it's been two days since anyone has seen Molly. Quite funny how that always seems to happen. Perfectly happy one day and the next, gone. Wiped from the horrid world in a flash. Only Molly's death wasn't painless or fast. Oh no. Amanda dragged out Molly's death as long as she could. Torture was Amanda's idea of fun and damn it sure felt awesome to watch as her victims cower and beg in fear. Like music to her ears. She loved seeing the tears in her victim's eyes as they watched her rip off every single finger and toenail, right off the cuticle. It was perfect. Molly got all the special treatment. She hated being bad-mouthed so she tore Molly's lips off. She hated her guts so she removed them. She squished them in between her fingers. Oh the joy that bought her. The pleasure. She carved off Molly's face, hanging it up like drying laundry. "Such a pretty face should never go to waste." She smirked, leaving the cellar she resided in and heading back up into the castle and her room.
It took about 3 days for the smell of Molly's deceased corpse to start stinking up the castle. All the maids went searching for the smell and their shrieks shook the palace. Amanda knew she'd been found. Doesn't matter to her. She already brought her face back to the bunker where her husband rest. The body was sent to the crematorium and everyone was on the lookout. There was a killer among them. They had to be careful. Guards were set all over the castle, never to leave their post. There were about 10 guards outside Amanda's room. She never left it. Maids severed her food using the dumbwaiter. She grew increasingly bored. One day she climbed out her window, unknowing exactly how many guards were on the grounds. They caught her climbing down and ordered her back into the room.
Amanda grew sick of these four walls and eventually hung herself after writing a note claiming she killed Molly and giving the whereabouts of her husband's grave. Everyone was shocked. No one thought that sweet and innocent Amanda Fleece, Lady of the Castle could ever possibly commit such atrocious acts. Truly horrible.
1063 words. I was really proud of myself on this one.
