Don't Listen to Your Heart

4. Room 64

As I reached the Hallway, I slowly walked towards the reception. An old woman with big glasses soon looked at me with an intense look.

"Uhm, excuse me, I'm looking for Mr.March" I stuttered as she glanced down at me with a wondering yet surprised look.

"Who's looking for him?" she asked,

"Uhm, Sasha"

"And what does it make you think he will agree to meet you?"

"Look who's back" a familiar voice said walking towards us, "Iris, I'll take care of it" he added smirking as he looked at the woman.

"Follow me" he creeply whispered, I nodded in silence, lost in the sound of his deep voice.

***

Long endless corridors, unbearable smells and creepy sounds soon surrounded us. A woman ironing blankets in the corridor smiled at me, I felt a cold shiver. I looked up at the door's label as we stopped walking. Room 64.

"So, Miss Sasha, what brings you here?" Mr.March asked picking up a glass of whiskey.

"Want some?" he asked, I shook my head no.

"I just want you to leave my friend Rocky alone" I quietly said as he glanced at me and started laughing.

"I'm afraid I can't do nothing about it"

"Why not? Isn't there anything I can do to make you change your mind?"

He slowly reached me and sat down a red armchair.

"Well, that's interesting. I'm actually looking for a secretary" he smirked,

"What do you mean by secretary exactly?" I asked, he widely smiled.

"Oh, you know, business duties. You could assist me with my projects and I may leave your friend alone"

"Yes please, anything" I begged.

"I'm glad to hear that. Anyway, my name is James. James March" he said pulling his glass away.

***

"Come closer" James whispered with a creepy voice and a wide smile, I slowly nodded and walked towards him.

"I have good news for you. Today I will show you what you will have to do by being my secretary, excited?" he said with a smirk,

"Just one thing. Can we make it official in some way? Like a contract or something signed by the both of us so I'm sure you'll leave Rocky alone" I quietly said as his eyes soon started shining,

"Deal" he smirked widely.

I honestly didn't know why I was doing it, I just didn't want Rocky to be in troubles. Even though I was probably selling myself to some kind of psycho guy.

"I'm gonna give you some tips" he said with that strong accent of his as we started walking through the room. He opened an hidden door and let me in, as he soon followed back.

As I entered the door I gasped. A naked bloody girl was tied to a little bed in the middle of the tiny room we were in. She started going wild as she saw us, I shivered.

"W-What" I barely stuttered,

"Tip number one. You can let them scream but absolutely NOT escape. Take her hands so she can't move" he said with a serious tone, I swallowed loudly.

"I-I, b-but"

"We don't have the whole morning and I don't want her to pass out. Plus.. we have a deal, remember?" he smirked as I weakly nodded and grabbed the girl's hand.

"Good girl" he widely smiled.

I had to admit that he had a cute smile. Wait, what? Did I just say that about a psychopath? That was it, I was probably going mad. I did what he wanted me to do, I knew how crazy it sounded but I had to. I looked right into his dark eyes as he creeply smirked to the girl, she kept on screaming like crazy.

"Don't you like it when they scream? It's so relaxing" he says with a sigh smiling, I stare at him. He soon took a knife and started hitting her, I gasped and quickly shut my eyes.

"Oh, you're missing the whole fun part" he said in excitement. I started crying a little as the screams started fading away.

***

"Wash your hand multiple times, blood doesn't go away easily" James said as I sat on his bed staring at my hands,

"Is this what you do for living?" I asked with a blank expression.  He slowly walked closer, sat next to me and smiled.

"I like you, Miss Sasha. I can smell rage in your heart. Guess I've been lucky to found you and have you as my personal assistant" he said running his fingers on my cheek, I let out a breath.

"I'm here just because I have to"

"You came here for your choice. For saving that guy" he smirked.

"My heart told me to help him" I whispered,

"Advice: don't listen to your heart. Ever" he smiled picking up his glass of whiskey.