* Gore Warning *
Willow, a young teenage girl who's witnessed the gory murder suicide of her parents, wonders the streets aimlessly. Walking into a diner, she witnesses a second murder that night committed by an appeared to powerful man. A man who...
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Willow looked out the car window, admiring the neon lit buildings.
Dean stared down at her curiously as she latched onto his body as they sat in the back of his black Cadillac Escalade. He'd never been so infatuated with a woman before and he couldn't help but pull her body towards him.
He wasn't sure if it was the blood splatter on her face, or the look of needing him that she gave- but he liked it.
Stroking her hair he watched as her eyes slowly fluttered close.
——— 1 hour later...
They'd finally arrived to Deans mansion located about an hour and 3o minutes drive away from New York City. Dean had owned a total of 5 studio buildings, 3 mansions, 2 condos, and one large cabin.
Stepping out, he directed his men to go inside to their wing of the building.
Picking up Willow, he held her bridal style as he made his way inside, carrying her to his room.
He gently set her down on the bed, not wanting to wake her.
Making his way to the spare bedroom he laid down, staring at the ceiling as thoughts of the girl filled his head.
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Willow opened her eyes to an unfamiliar room. Sitting up she slowly turned her head observing her surroundings, the room was quite beautiful and was obviously expensive.
Getting up Willow saw a note posted on the bedside table.
—— Clothes in the closet, feel free to bathe and change into clothes of your liking. -D.V ——
Walking into the bathroom Willow ran a bath, quickly undressing herself and setting her body into the warm water that gladly heated her cold skin.
Leaning back her head, Willow closed her eyes as she began to recollect her mind.
Thoughts of the incident flashed in her head.
Her mother's cold eyes staring at her as her body lay awkwardly on the floor.
Her fathers blood splattered on her face and the wall... chunks of his brain rolling towards her feet.
She couldn't breath
She was gasping but her lungs weren't receiving the oxygen.
Everybody was dead. And she just watched.
Willow felt her body lifted as she gasped, the air finally filling her lungs. Opening her eyes she saw Deans wide eyes, him holding her body up.
"Did you fucking try to drown yourself?!" He yelled, the veins in his neck being displayed.
"No! I-I di-didn't" Willow managed to say in between gasps of air as her teeth chattered, tears streaming down her face.
Dean pulled her naked and shivering body out of the bath, wrapping a towel around her body and directing her to the closet.
"Get changed and meet me in my office on the second floor at the end of the hallway to your left." He said clenching his jaw looking away from Willow as she sat on the bed.
"F-for what?" She said barely above a whisper, her voice cracking.
"To talk." He said simply, making his way out the room.
Willow sat their blankly for a few minutes, trying to take a moment to herself to process.
But no matter how much she tried, she couldn't.
Standing up she made her way to the closet, quickly grabbing a white tank top and some skinny jeans.
Lacy undergarments were place in the drawer, all her size.
Quickly changing, Willow looked at her reflection in the mirror before she made her way downstairs, observing the beautiful halls of the mansion.
Before she knew it she was at his office door. Taking a deep breath she knocked on the door.
