Lace

16.

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I felt a wave of panic drench me whole.

"Excuse me." I didn't wait for a reply but instead pulled my hands from his and made my way to the opposite end of the room. My heart thumped in my chest and my blood was frozen. It took everything within me to get myself to move despite every cell inside me telling me its over.

My little vacation on luxury and stature had come to a break. I actually felt silly for thinking that I could change, that my life was actually going to be something I look at and smile about. Sure, the first few months came with the burden of suffering and torture, but we can't have a rainbow without a storm.

It's the circle of life. A small step in the cycle of redemption and creation. Everything worth having came with a sea of tears.

"Lace?" a worried voice called out behind me. The voice of redemption.

"Erebus." I could barely make out my own voice, a mixture of desperation and fear. It made me wince of embarrassment. To have Erebus see me like this ached me in a way I didn't know was possible. For a moment my fear morphed into shame. This wasn't the woman Erebus made me into.

"what's wrong? Did Milo do something? If he touched you we will burn his hands into dust and cut off his tongue if he said anything to hurt you" his voice was a pure embodiment of rage "Just say the word Lace and he will be in our basement and you can have all the fun you want."

I should have been taken back, scared or even distressed by Erebus's words but instead my heart swelled. "It's not Milo. Erebus can we please go home." I looked up at him with fearful eyes, and I don't blame him for being taken back. Even when he drowned, hurt and tortured me, I still kept the fury in my eye. The fury that vanished at the sight of a man that should mean nothing to me.

"I'll ask Soren to bring the car out front, but Lace, what's wrong?" asked the man that strapped me to a chair and watch him make a man bed for his life, with a voice filled with... worry?

The swell in my heart increased. It confused me, how the worry full look in his eye could calm me down from my state of pain. How I could find beauty in the storm of grey and black that swirled in his eyes. How I could become to fond to a man who kidnapped me and tortured me into becoming a killer. But I can't help it.

Against everything, every fibre in my body warning me against it, every though telling me what a freak I am, I leaped up and wrapped my hands around the killer before me. He stiffened at the contact and stayed that way for a while before awkwardly putting his hand at the small of my back. It felt wrong, but it never felt so right at the same time.

In my inner turmoil between good and bad I let my guard down just enough to discard the dark look from the man across the room as he spoke into his little burner sharing information that would change the course of her faith once again.

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hey guys! I'm back. to those of you who stuck around, thank you so much. I really appreciate it, and to show my appreciation I plan on trying to post a new chapter everyday! 

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make good choices! 

~Virgo 

2020/04/19