Renfield Syndrome

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The crumbling Manor was spectacular in its own defeated way. A rock fell from the wall as a man dressed in black walked across the courtyard. The rock missed him by inches. He didn't look to see what nearly killed him on his way to his castle.
The man threw the doors of the castle open despite their heavy size. Cobwebs stretched across the walls of the building. He walked pass them simply tearing them down if they got in his way. His footsteps echoed across the halls as he climbed the stairs.
The man threw open another heavy door as he reached the top of the stairs. He walked across the room to the fire place. He lit the fire and took a seat on the couch in the room. Compared to the rest of the castle this room was almost homely. He let out a deep sigh and ran his long fingers through his slightly greying hair.
"Mister Franz I know you're hiding somewhere in this room. I wish you wouldn't be so frightened of me," The man said. "I may be a monster but I would never do anything to you if you'd only obey me."
Another man stood up from behind the sofa. He shook slightly as he walked around to take his seat beside the man.
"Ambrose, sir, please let me go. My wife and children, they'll worry for me," the man begged.
"Franz, oh poor, sweet Franz, your family knows you abandoned them as soon as you saw the opportunity to," Ambrose said running his fingers across Franz's blonde hair.
Franz looked away his face turning an angry red. "I thought that I would like being fed and cared for, but I don't want that any longer," He said.
Ambrose's hand clasped around Franz's throat. "If you know what's good for you, you would be quiet," Ambrose said. His voice was low and dangerous.
"Yes, sir," Franz gasped.
Ambrose began to play with Franz's hair and ran his hand along Franz's arm. Franz shifted uncomfortably.
"Have I not treated you well, Franz? I've fed you well while others on the streets starve. I've given you shelter and warmth while others freeze on the streets. What more can I offer you?" Ambrose asked before kissing Franz's neck gently.
"All I want now is my freedom," Franz begged.
Ambrose frowned. "I'm not allowed my freedom, and neither shall you," He said biting down on Franz neck.
Franz screamed. His wails continued until he couldn't scream any more. Ambrose wiped his lips and pushed Franz's lifeless body onto the floor. He looked at it and decided that he didn't want Franz to follow him around. He dragged Franz's body to the fireplace and let the smell of roasting flesh fill his room.
"Poor Franz, you only wanted freedom, but I just couldn't allow that," Ambrose said watching Franz's body burn away.

Eleanora hurried out of Circe's apartment quickly. "I can't stay. If my husband finds out..."
"Relax," Circe said in her thick German accent. "Your husband won't know a thing. You're always so nervous."
Eleanora allowed silence to lapsed between them for a moment. She smiled softly. "Oh I wish I could go back in time and never marry Harold..." She said finally.
"Then you wouldn't be here and now," Circe said smiling, "and I would never have one of my most loyal customers."
Eleanora winced at the word customer before she dug through her bag and retrieved a fresh dollar bill. Circe smiled and pocketed the dollar in her robe.
"You're quite generous."
Eleanora smiled not having the heart to tell her that that was nothing. A dollar could buy so much in Germany. Her husband capitalized on that for cheap labor. He was a rich man, and the people who worked for him were so very poor.
"Tomorrow the same time?" Eleanora asked.
Circe smiled and nodded her head. She kissed Eleanora softly on the cheek before Eleanora left. Back into her apartment Circe slipped. The soft light from the window illuminate her bed. The sheets were scattered all over the floor.
Circe noticed Eleanora's pink scarf laying on the floor. She bent down to pick it up as someone knocked on the door.
"A moment!" Circe exclaimed quickly ripping the soiled sheets from the bed and replacing them with new ones. She had become very good at this as customers often came within minutes of each other. She glanced in the mirror before opening the door. She still had the scarf in her hand.
Ambrose stood at the door. His eyes traveled up and down Circe's body.
"I hear that you know how to show a man a good time," He said through a subtle English accent. He brushed his thick black hair back and smiled at her.
Circe smiled back and nodded her head. "I'll do anything for a price," She said.
Ambrose lifted a gold watch from his coat and held it out to her. Circe's eyes widened and snatched for it, but Ambrose brought it to his chest. "Not yet," He said. "May I come in?"
"Of course," Circe said stepping out of the way her eyes still locked greedily on the gold watch.
Ambrose stepped inside. His boots made loud clicks as the resonated on the hardwood floor.
"So where do we start?" Ambrose asked turning to Circe. From his hand still dangled the watch.
Circe smiled and sat down on her bed. She laid down on it seductively. "You can start where ever you want," She said.
Ambrose smiled. He walked towards the bed his shoes making thunderous echoes against the floor. He leaned on top of her and began sucking on the nape of her neck. Circe smiled and let out a sigh.
Then there were was a sharp pain on her throat. She let out a cry but didn't stop him. She went through the motions until she began to get lightheaded. Then she fainted.
When Circe came to she was laying on her bed still in her robe. There were no bruises on her arms and legs. She stood up feeling momentarily woozy then looked in the mirror. There was the tiniest pin prick on her throat. She examined it quietly before shrugging it off.
Circe look at her nightstand. On it was a single gold watch. She sat down and opened it finding that the hands were not moving as they should, but the second hand was going alarmingly slow.
What did it matter she could sell it just for the gold.