Hell οn Earth

The countess 6

Raphael's back was leaning against the tree, his boots had sank in the soft soil under his feet. Ithuriel's head was resting on his shoulder, her eyes were closed. His hands were fingering the black fabric under her breast, as she was leaning her back on his.

What they had lived was impossible to describe but the bad thing is that he was unable to stop. He lowered his hands up on her pelvis and started to gather the skirt of her dress which was reaching the ground, into his fists. "Raphael" she said playfully.

"What?" he said as he spread kisses on her neck and shoulder.

"We'll never leave this place" she said, recognizing that she had lost their game.

"Who told you I want to leave?" he said as he undid his belt with one hand. "I told you, you're not going to escape easily from me" he said as he softly pulled her close to him. Ithuriel did not even resist. She stretched her arm behind her back to hug his neck and bring his face close to hers so she'd give him one sweet kiss.

She was walking in front of him as he reached for her hand.

"I do not want to give any chance to the villagers to badmouth me" she said, turning to face him. "Hold your sentiment for when we're alone" she said then, trying to sound kind.

Raphael looked around him and when he made sure that nobody was there, out in the open, he pulled her from her waist and kissed her passionately.

"Stop" she told him at some point, between their kisses.

"Easy to say, hard to do"

"Go and bring here the next package to clear your mind as I will be checking the workers to see if they continued" she calmly told him.

"Good" he replied, slightly complaining the exact moment that the outside door was opening and he took some steps away from her, like he was electrocuted.

Ithuriel nodded her head encouragingly to him.

"Fine" he repeated as he entered his small truck. "It won't take long" he said as he positioned himself at the driver's seat.

From behind the door, Quentin's face appeared.

"Oh, Ms Blister! I was looking for you" he told her as a disgusting smile twisted his cunning face. Ithuriel put her mask of coldness on again and followed the man inside.

With a single glass she noticed that the stairs, had took a blinding shiny white color and the banister was shining, gold and magnificent. The work of art over her head was not as blurry as before.

"How are the baths, did the plumbers fixed the problems?" she asked strictly.

"Yes, yes, everything's done"

"I told you not to do anything on the upper floor, did you follow my orders?"

"Yes, of course, we only fixed and cleaned the bathroom"

"Perfect. And what was the thing you wanted to tell me?"

"Oh, nothing, that we're done. The kitchen is in an amazing state and you now have clean hot and cold water"

"Wonderful. This means you can finally start to gather your things and disappear" she said with an icy voice and a same wide, cold smile.

"Of course" said this ridiculous man.

"Send me the bill by email and if something happens to the house, you are going to be the ones responsible. And believe me, you do not want to meet my lawyers" she told him coldly.

"Of course" said Quentin again and swallowed loudly.

"When you leave, close the door behind you" she said and walked to her chambers.

She closed the door and took a deep breath. Her bed chamber was leading to another big room, which was the bathroom. "Nothing would be better than a relaxing bath with bathing oils that smelled of lavender" she thought, leaving her dress and nightgown fall to the floor. She unlaced her boots and threw them next to the sofa. She opened the double doors and entered a room that filled her with memories of when she was a little girl.

A small, cycle-shaped pool was decorating the room, always full of water as it was recycling itself all the time. The floor tiles had lots of beautiful things crafted on them and the walls were full of mosaics that were representing scenes of Greek mythology.

On the left side of the door, a magnificent marble sink was to be found. Bronze taps were completing its beauty and the wall behind him was decorated by a huge mirror that touched the ceiling. To the right, there was a bathtub and next to it, another small room that was there to serve the biological needs of people.

She poured a whole bottle of bathing oil inside the pool and she sank in the water, as she heard the outer doors being slammed shut. "Finally" she thought. She of course had thought she was alone. She was so wrong.

When the workers, until the last one, were leaving, Raphael had just come back. Some heavy packages to load into the company's truck and drive for two kilometers were nothing for him. He lowered his stroll, trying to make it appear that he wanted to ease the transport, as Quentin was noticing his every move.

"Go away and I'll be done with them, you disgusting worm" he thought.

"So...the countess is apparently a difficult girl, right Raphael?" he heard Quentin's voice behind his back.

Raphael clenched his teeth but he turned around and faked a smile.

"Who knows, maybe she was not satisfied enough by the men in her life and she became such a bitch"

"The asshole continues. If he only knew..." Raphael thought, bringing her bare breast on his mind, the one he was hoping he'd soon touch again and feel it throb against his own chest.

"It is not my business, Quentin, I can have every woman I want, I do not really care about this piece of ice" he said, trying to turn the middle-aged man's twisted mind away from her.

"Good evening Quentin" he told him and slammed the door shut to his face as he left the stroll and with huge steps started to walk up the stairs.