The Insurgency

Chapter 9

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Delilah ran towards the source of the voice, her survival instincts long forgotten as her need to save whoever was in trouble kicked in.

She reached a flight of stairs, spiralling downwards. The screeches were long gone; it was so calm down here that Delilah almost thought that the lack of sleep was getting to her and making her hallucinate.

Stealthily and with no hesitation whatsoever, she padded downstairs, her senses on high alert, taking in every slight movement.

Darkness of the place rendered her close to blind. The atmosphere in there was strangely heavy and unnerving. Gulping a lump of fear forming in her throat, Delilah continued walking softly, the old wooden floor creaking with her every step.

"It's a lost case." she hummed to herself, a frown marring her face as she roamed around in the area aimlessly getting no evidence of any woman being tortured.

She was on the verge of turning back when her eyes fell upon a barely visible wooden door. Fisting her gown, she advanced towards the beaten down door and grabbed it's doorknob. However, a hand grasping her forearm startled her to no end.

Delilah yelped in surprise at the touch though upon seeing a furious Roxanne glaring down at her, she shrunk back.

"What are you doing here?" she seethed, making Delilah flinch in fear.

"I-I was -"

"This place is off limits! Do you understand?" Roxanne again scolded with an infruriated frown on her face.

A lump formed in Delilah's throat, though, she gulped it down before opening her mouth to speak, "But I h-heard-"

"I don't care about what you heard." Roxanne harshly tugged her towards the stairs, "Just don't even think about coming here again. Otherwise, I would not hesitate telling Miss Anna."

With that, Roxanne pushed a terrified Delilah upstairs, ushering her back to the mansion's hall.

"Go to the kitchen and clean the dishes." Roxanne ordered, "be quick."

Nodding her head furiously, Delilah took off to the kitchen, happy to be far away from Roxanne's murderous gaze.

Taking a look at the sink, her eyes furrowed. Eight royal blue tea cups, made of finest clay laid there making Delilah wonder how many guests have exactly come.

Shrugging off the thought, she washed the cups with utmost dedication, knowing that a single stain left will get her killed.

The dinner time was a rush. Miss Anne herself supervised in the kitchen; tasting the dishes made herself to ensure everything was perfect.

Roxanne, along with two other maids, cooked food, three other maids were appointed to serve while Delilah was given the duty of cleaning the dishes.

The whole evening as Deliah worked, Roxanne kept her gaze at her only. Delilah tried to be as nonchalant as possible but her glare unnerved her to no end. So she kept her head ducked, her hair shielding her face from Roxanne's uncomforting glare and worked on.

That night as she left the mansion, her mind was preoccupied with those terrifying screams. It could not definitely had been only her hallucinating, they were too real to be just a essence of her wild imagination.

"Delilah-" Gabriel's smiling face contorted into one of concern as he saw his daughter's worn down expression, "-what's wrong?"

She smiled as genuinely as she could fake while coming inside the hut, "Nothing, papa. I am just a little exhausted."

He looked at her suspiciously but let it go, "Fine, then. If you say so. Come, have dinner now. I made chick peas and potato." he smiled at her and ushered her inside the house.

Lying on the bed that night, she couldn't sleep for those shrieks ringed in her ear like death knell.
Whole night she tossed and turned trying to get a wink of sleep, though nothing helped her galloping mind.

As the sun finally peeked out from behind the mountains, Delilah sighed and started getting ready for work with only one thing in her mind: how to get in the secret basement without Roxanne noticing her.