The Countess

3.

This hotel bores me. Same dull hallways, and the same dull people. I walk down these halls and all I feel is disgusted. I need to find something to do. Might as well go check my children.

I stand up walking over to my closet picking out a button up with my pull over dark blue jacket.

I slicked my hair back putting it up and put my red lipstick on with light eye makeup. Satisfied by my look I out on my skinny dress pants and heels walking out my bedroom and out the door.

As I walk down the hall I pass a door and hear a scream. The scream was high pitched and sounded like a teenage girls. I stop listening to the girl pleading and crying. I back up hearing footsteps running to the door. I watch the door swing open and a young girl runs out only in panties and a bra. She spots me, running over to me quickly gripping my arms.

"Please help me this man is trying to kill me!" she screams. I stand there looking at her. "Please he's coming!" She screams. I look behind her to see the one and only James March holding a knife. I look back at the girl and lift my hand up motioning him to stop.

She looks back and screamed ready to run behind me but before she can I grab her hair yanking her back. She falls to the floor as I pull her up by her hair onto her knees. She goes to scream but I slap her across the face making her fall back onto the floor.

She laid there crying in fear, cowering like a newborn pup. I move her onto he back with my heel pressing it into her chest making her cry out.

"What have you done to this one James? " I ask looking over her bruised and battered body. She had cuts on her stomach some long some small. Her back had blisters and welts from being whipped. I laugh as my heel digs into her stomach, blood oozing out sliding down making a small trail. I sniff the air but regret it instantly as the horrid smell of her junkie blood hit me. I look at James and roll my eyes at him.

"Really James another junkie?"

I look down at the girl looking over her features. She was weak and useless. Like any other teenager.

"Useless slut" i spit raising my heel kicking her. She coughed up blood onto the floor staining the carpet. I look up at James to see him smiling at me. I scowl at him looking back at the girl.

"Next time keep your girl in control and keep her quiet" I spat glaring at him. I step over the girl walking down the hall away from James. He gets on my nerves far too much. All he wants to do is kill, and then that stupid maid trails behind him to clean up his mess.

Every day I see that maid cleaning up after him. Every day. She walks around in sorrow cleaning away her pain. It is truly sad how he treats her.

She is hopelessly in love with that bastard and he knows it, but he still treats her like a peasant.

I think it's quite amusing to see her follow him around like a lost dog. Its sickening. I can't say I feel bad because I don't. I feel nothing but pain. Sex, pain, and killing are the only thing that make me feel alive, normal if that makes sense.

Killing makes me feel like I'm insptoable, I feel the power going through me, and god do I love it.