The Crimson To My Snow

4: dead body

☆ Eineige's pov:

"AAHH!!, UGH... PLEASE.."

"GOD PLEASE STOP... AAAgh"

Screams coming from downstairs, and i can't sleep,

I don't even remember the last time i slept well in this house,

It's litterly 5 am in the morning,

Fuck... i don't even want to know what Heath is up to in that creepy basement of his,

from the first day I worked for him, I have been living with him...

In this hell of a mansion he owns,

Not that i'm complaining, he actually fulfills my needs,

Food, a bed, clothes, a room, gave me  permission to his personal gym, wich he never did to anyone else...

I'm thankfull.

Heath's usually a quiet man, i don't think i've ever heard him scream, wich is something i'm also thankfull for,

But i hated everything else about him,

When i woke up hearing those terrible screams, it felt so uncomfortable and hurted my ears, but of course i can't say anything about it...

And who am i to complain to him?
Or to tell him to stop?

Not like i'm a saint or anything,

I've done worse myself...

Sigh...

got out of bed, freshened up, got dressed and went over to the kitchen down stairs,

the screams and noises got louder, it was coming from the basement, god knows what that man's doing, it sounded like someone screaming his organs out, but it wasn't Heath's or any of his henchmen that I knew...

I made myself a coffee and just sat there staring at the sealing..

Lost in my thoughts,

I love zoning out, it makes the voices in my head quiet for a second..

"AAH",

Then a loud gunshot...

The screaming immediately stops...

I'm usually not affected by any of this, I have killed many people before, I have heard screaming and even pleading for mercy that is way worse...

But hearing it from Heath's basement is always something else...

It hits different,

Just minutes after the gunshot, Heath appeared in front of me, taking off his white gloves, throwing them, and washing his hands in the sink...

I spotted red in his hands...

A lot of it actually,

I didn't ask anything, just looked away and minded my buisness, i knew better then poke my nose in situations like these...

“Morning, Neige..”, he says with a smile,

'Neige' huh? Calling me by a nickname now,

"Morning..", I reply shooting him a quick smile,

"Sorry for all the noise darling, someone woke up and chose to say no to their boss this morning",

Oh?...

I can't imagine the terrible shit he did to this guy, god knows what he'll do to me if i ever say no...

I just noded, and kept looking down at my mug, not knowing what to say...