NINTH FLOOR | 18+

I. P R O L O G U E

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O P E N I N G
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Revenge. Something so filthy that no matter how much you showered, the stains will remain as if they were tattooed into your very being. It is a desire to paint your canvas with the thick red fluid from your enemy's blood carrying veins. It sounded somewhat of a characteristic of a psychopath because the one's that are sane always questioned how one can be so thirsty that only blood will quench this hunger for revenge.

Rafael Rossi was thirsty for the blood of the Efrains'. He no longer worried about keeping his hands clean because at the end of the day he was the one responsible for his older daughter's taking.

Ravenna Romano no longer cared about Rafael Rossi the way a lover would. She was no longer his obsession because she was now his addiction for who he would go great lengths for. He was the king for the others, but for his lover, Ravenna Romano, he was a peasant begging for her love once more. Begging for her to take him the way a lover would.

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R A F A E L
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I lost her that very day. Replacing her mesmerizing raven blue eyes that reminded me the depths of the Pacific Ocean, was an empty vessel void of any humane emotions. She no longer held the compassion to serve her love on a silver platter, something I started to grow the hunger of more and more each passing second of the day. I was turning selfish, because the love that once had driven me was now the very thing that had created the toxicity bubbling inside me. I was going to bring my daughter back even if I had to pay the cost with my own blood.

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R A V E N N A
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Violette looked exactly like her older sister. She had my deep blue eyes, the same colour that calms Rafael down. But, I could see it in my eyes when I look in the mirror that no longer did I hold the calm of the ocean. The blue eyes that reflected back to me in the mirror were haunted because my eyes no longer were occupied with beautiful dreams, replacing them are scary nightmares. The ones that would make one's soul be painted in black and white. Violette cried for love while my other daughter probably cried for hope. Hope that her mom would cradle her close to her heart, protecting her from all the villains clawing at her tiny unguarded heart. My younger daughter will cry tears of childhood while my older daughter would cry tears for a wish that she had a childhood.

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XXIII  Y E A R S  A G O
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"I love you Ravenna." Rafael expressed as he gently pecked the top of her head while she slept with Violette protectively snuggled into her side. He could see how fragile and vulnerable she had become.

"I'm sorry. I promise I'll bring our baby girl back to you even if that means I have to pay the value with my own blood." He pulled the covers over the both of them before walking out of the bedroom. He was going to be painted in the people's blood he never knew the name of till now, just so he could hold his daughter one more time.

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