Zaccai Tevel is a naive pure-hearted innocent being who lived her whole life under the watchful eyes by her oh so overprotective parents making her vulnerable to the outside world.
She meets Argento a dominant possessive business man who has killed...
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Waking up, Zaccai yawned and slowly crawled out of her bed, stretching out all the built-up tension from her night's rest.
Entering the bathroom, she gave one last stretch, letting out another long yawn. It always surprised Zaccai that even though she went to bed early and got a good amount of rest, she still woke up feeling as if she had only slept for two hours or fewer.
She started brushing her teeth with her bird-themed toothbrush. There was not a single thing she owned that didn't have something to do with birds.
After finishing brushing her teeth, she washed her face with warm water and then dried it with a towel.
Feeling refreshed and ready to start a lovely morning, she went to her wardrobe, murmuring the lyrics to her favorite cartoon, Sesame Street, while looking for an outfit.
Once she had put on some clothes, Zaccai began to pull out her hair, letting it hang down her back in big curls.
Walking over to her bay window like any normal day, she started watching Eaver the bird and her family, observing them do what they did every morning: eat worms.
At times, Zaccai wondered if eating worms tasted good and if there was a certain flavor that enticed Eaver to consume them.
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Several hours passed, and Zaccai had done everything she usually did, along with some new things like attempting to build a birdhouse, which resulted in splinters in her fingers and little smudges of blood. She did it just to pass the time.
When Camila finally arrived at her house, she went straight to her bedroom and knocked loudly on the door.
"Honey's home and it's time to make you sexy... Well, as sexy as I can get you with that red dress of yours," Camila announced.
"Yes!... Wait, what are you going to wear? I bet you don't have anything, but let me find something for you..." Zaccai rambled on, looking through her closet.
"Don't worry, Cai, I've got my dress, something sexy for all the boys to see," Camila said with a smirk on her face, leaving Zaccai looking confused, not fully understanding what she meant.
'But what about the boys who can't see her? They'll be sad,' her inner voice proclaimed.
"So let's start getting ready, we only have an hour. Have you taken a shower yet?"
"Uhh, no."
"Why haven't you showered in the morning?!" asked Camila, looking at her incredulously.
"I don't know, I hate showering in the morning," Zaccai complained, stomping her feet with her hands flying around.
"But wh- you know what, just go take a shower. This isn't the time for discussion." Zaccai was pushed into the bathroom and urged to shower quickly.
Pouting and grumbling under her breath, Zaccai started taking off her clothes clumsily, almost falling twice. When she finished, she sulkily walked out of the bathroom with her towel thrown over her wet frame, not wrapped, but literally thrown over her.
Camila was already in her clothes with her hair and makeup done.
"I didn't take long in the bathroom," Zaccai said grumpily before Camila could start complaining about her taking too long.
She wondered how Camila could finish painting her face and doing her hair so quickly.
"Whatever, let's start," Camila acknowledged, pulling her in front of the mirror.
The next hour and more were filled with hair-pulling—Zaccai had really thick, long hair—and the quick dabbing of the makeup brush, and more.
Finishing up, Camila patted her back, feeling happy with her work and taming that beast of hair.
"Done, and you're going to love it," Camila grinned, feeling proud of herself.
Standing up, Zaccai walked in front of her floor-to-ceiling mirror, looking at herself.
Unlike most girls in our day and time, Zaccai was unique—well, according to Camila and her mom. Zaccai was not tall; she was really short, standing at 4'10". She had a biggish butt, a medium-sized chest, thick thighs, and pale skin from her mother's side, being half Scottish, and from not going outside much.
But what really made her unique was her vibrant red hair and blue eyes, which were rare.
And as much as Camila told her that she was beautiful, she always thought something was wrong with her and constantly compared herself to Camila.
"Eeek, look at me!" Zaccai squealed happily, touching her face with contentment.
"I know, I know. Now let's go; we're already late, and thank god your parents aren't home, cause that would be too many questions." Camila took hold of her hands and pulled her out the door.
Going down the stairs, they hurried to the sitting room, grabbed the car keys from the coffee table, then made their way outside.
"Where exactly are we going? Is it in town? Please tell me it is," begged Zaccai. She lived in the woodsy part of her town, where there were many more trees than buildings, but she still enjoyed living where she was because it was so peaceful, and there were lots of birds.
"Yep, so buckle up; I'm known to be a crazy driver," Camila exclaimed, pulling out of the driveway with a crazy look on her face.
