A knife was on Athena's hand. Twirling it in a habit that she had picked up.
'Athena' who was chained on the ground still had the expression of shock and unwillingness to believe what entered her ears. Her eyes were wide open and lips parted. The fer she felt on her heart overflowed and showed on her face.
Athena smirked watching the dumbfounded expression on her original body's face. She ignored the pained sound of Tena on the side who was curled into a ball, clutching her abdomen. In between her legs, a crimson red liquid rushed out.
Lady Irene walked slowly and sat down in a squat, lifting the knife up to touch the lady "Athena's face. It was cold and sharp. There was a slight cut but that was it and Athena who's mind is in chaos and excitement stepped back. Since there was still a possibility to reclaim her physical body back, why not use every method that she could?
"Witch, if you do not wish to experience pain, would you please kindly give my body back? I'll let you go unscathed despite all the changes that you've caused. If you want to stay in this world, I'll kindly give you Irene's body."
The person sitting on the floor was unresponsive. Her eyes followed 'Irene' but her mind was as blank as a sheet of paper. She couldn't function due to excessive information entering her brain.
This unresponsiveness of hers began to annoy Athena and so, Athena kicked the curled up Tena once again. She held Tena's head in position and outlined her lips. Thinking of her betrayal, Athena felt it was only justified. No matter how gruesome the image is, 'Athena' can't seem to remove her eyes from 'Irene'.
The amused eyes of the lady in red finally turned sharp. She moved back her attention to 'Athena' and gave up in preserving her body's image. If something unfortunate had happened to her, wouldn't her parents be more doting and caring towards her?
She called the guards from outside and had them tie the person on the wall. Her hands were tied like Jesus on the cross while her legs were clasped together, a few inches above the ground. On the side, Athena opened the storage cabinet where her father had stored a few torchur devices. She snatched a whip and whipped it around to familiar herself with it. She's always wondered how a simple whip could rip clothes and skin.
When she was about to whip the lady, she was reminded of Tena when she moved. She called the two guards once more and asked them to dispose of her. When this was heard by the former maid, she screamed in fright and begged for forgiveness but Athena had already heard her plea more than a hundred times. She's already immune to it.
She heard the door click and so, she smirked and hit the person claspes against the wall. The person made no cry or movement. Athena spat and madae the hit harder. Finally, she was able to recieve a pained response. It became music to her ears.
After a few hours, she came out of the room, her hand covered in blood with her face filled with a few dried drops. She was smiling ear to ear. What a story she heard. Utterly laughable. Witches are indeed crazy.
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The very next morning, news of 'Athena's kidnapping had already spread throughout the capital. Her disappearance was already being investigated. Athena's mind was too preoccupied yesterday that she hadn't thought of where to hide the lady. What if she get's find out? No,the count most likelyi know already. Should she ask him for help?
Athena shook her head and asked the two guards who guarded her yesterday to follow her orders. She ordered them to dig an underground pit, big enough for a person to be buried. She specifically told them to build a foundation since she didn't want 'Athena' to die yet. The pit must be flawless and no evidence must remain.
She drank her tea as her hands danced, writing letters to her friends. A few hours later, a letter arrived stating that she must attend the questioning. they wrote it in such flowerly and polite words so how could Athena not attend? Not attending would only attract suspicions on herself.
To give off an innocent atmosphere, she wore a blue, green, and white skirt as well as light makeup. She powdered her lips lightly to cover up the natural red lips she as well as to look more sickly. She acted sick yesterday so nobody would suspect her. Although the two guard's performance worry her, she still left and she was infront of a judge with a few nobles around.
Dalie, Bethanie, and Franie were all nervous and rigid while the two manipulative people were calm with their heads up high. 'Irene' had always been sickly and introverted so she just looked down, nervous but quiet. The judge didn't pressure them. Instead, they inquired what occured during the whole day yesterday. The jury was being smart by asking them separately in different rooms but that wouldn't work. Athena felt they were only wasting their time. After they had gotten their alibis, the five of them were sent back. Dalie held Athena's hand and Athena side hugged France. In the end, they pulled the two prideful ladies and did a group hug.
It was a very traumatic experience for all of them. When Athena was out of the building, a familiar figure caught her eyes, standing beside her family's carriage. It was her biological father, the count, and her spiritual father, Marquess Denver. Even from afar, she could see the black eye bags under the Marquess's eyes.
Hah, she felt it was ironic. When his real daughter is gone, he doesn't realize it. When somebody not related to him disappears, he would be utilizing all his connections, his relations and staying up late looking for the person. She walked towards the lords and greeted them. Looking at her real father, the Marquess, she felt pity. Not a pity for him, but pity for herself.