Stella went and had a long shower straight away, she made sure her curtains were closed and once again read over the report Di made.
Brief and to the point, then later described in full detail. It was the way she had implanted into every one to give reports to her. She had exceptional memory so she wouldn't forget anything, she just wanted consistency if the reports went to someone else.
20 minutes later she put down the papers and rubbed her forehead. With all her makeup taken off, she looked pale... Too pale. She looked like an innocent and sheltered beauty who hadn't seen much of the world.
*Cough* Stella lightly coughed once... Then again, she then blew into a coughing fit.
She clenched her fists as she endured the coughing fit. Her breasts rising up and down as she felt indescribable pain.
Stella wheezed as she closed her eyes and put her head up. "You've achieved what you wanted. Are you happy? Do you feel achievement?" Stella started mumbling, her eyes gleaming crazily...
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A child was sitting in a dark room all on his own. Just a tiny window his only solitude.
The wind outside was lively, making the trees dance as it got heavier.
Compared with the lively outside, the child's eyes were completely lifeless. It was like he was brain dead. He had a multitude of scars on his face as he sat, unbreakable in the darkroom.
*Clink* *Clink* The child could hear metal clinking from the window... But he didn't react, his state of mind not stable...
The clinking stopped. Stella felt nothing, it's not a surprise that she was abandoned again. Her mother did, her entire family now called her a bastard, the servants tortured her. She was only an 8-year-old child. Yet she had experienced more pain than most of the entire human populace combined.
After a few minutes, the door which Stella was staring at was opened. She watched as a figure in black walked in.
Stella smelt something strange an overpowering... It smelt like those rooms did, exactly of blood.
The figure walked over to Stella and looked at the child. The gleam in their eyes unreadable. As they stared at the broken child, not a single emotion of pity could be spotted.
"It's tough living like this." The figure looked down at Chloe, the voice sounded male.
Stella didn't reply, she just stared right through the figure, not even noticing their presence in front of her.
The figure didn't seem fazed, in fact, they seemed to be a little pleased. "I will help you now, things will be changing for you soon." The figure abruptly picked up Stella's fatless body. Noticing how little she got fed made her not grow at all.
Once upon a time, Stella would fight back people trying to pick her up. Now she didn't resist, it wasn't like people could tell she was a girl anyway, Stella just went wherever the figure carried her to...
Stella saw all the dead bodies in the servant quarters... She didn't feel anything, they were people who took care of her and then brung her to the depths of hell. Why should she care about them?
For an 8-year-old, Stella was thrust into such dark places when young that she matured extremely quickly. Despite looking broken on the outside, she had, in fact, enhanced her thought process. But she was extremely slow, the psychological trauma did exist after all. She had patterned and split thinking, she often could figure out the smallest things like how many stars moved at night. But couldn't understand things like time, how old she was, what day it was. She was completely backward in her thinking.
The figure took Stella outside to a plain black car... Then all Stella could suddenly see, was black...
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Stella woke up groggily, she felt surprisingly warm as she continued to stare forward.
"You've woken up." The same voice from before came from a man in front of Stella.
Stella didn't reply. She just looked at the man in front of her and made a judgment.
The man smiled at Stella's lack of response. "Welcome, from now on. This place will be your home." The man announced as the room brightened.
Stella moved her line of sight to the, now open, window. Her eyes widened.
The sight was spectacular, it was acres of lush, green land. With a large metal fence in the back.
The trees covered the land like a park, a small lake was in the middle of the small forest, leading to a tranquil view. The gravel leads to the front gates and the side of the window.
"Haha, come with me." The man held Stella's hand as he brought her to somewhere else...
Stella looked down from the roof. The house she was placed was vast. From the outside, the house looked like a village! The entire property Stella was looking at made her think that the old Fude household was a complete joke.
From the vantage point, Stella spotted something flying in the air her eyes seemed to be asking questions. But she couldn't find her voice...
"That's your mother flying in. Oh, did I forget to say that I'm your father?" The man commented nonchalantly.
Stella didn't understand, but she felt a good emotion to fill her body. However, what she didn't know, was her new father's dark look in his eyes and a disgusting smile on his mouth.