The maid in question was sweating bullets, her heart pounding. As she walked out of the crowd, she lowered her head, clasping her hands together.
She fell on her knees, her body shaking for the fear of being killed. "I had no intentions of harming anyone. She pressured me. I promise I did not want to do any of this. " pleading for her life and looking for any possible way to avoid being killed. Her life was dangling on a frail thread.
"Well, pressure this," Vincent said. His nails were en longed within a second, as he shot his hand to her jaw, digging it into her jaw bone.
The maid, swallowed in the pain, her lips trembling, wanting to beg the man again but she knew better, that among both men this person was the least reasonable.
Under the rules and regulations, not a peep of protest came from the rest of the maids. Staring at the forsaken maid with sympathy.
As soon as Vincent let go of her, he wiped his bloody nails on the butler's long overcoat, having the man stand like a wood immune to the whole charade.
She quickly crawled on her butt to Rui being on the same level as his shoes. "Mercy, sir Rui, have mercy on this foolish servant. " Her forehead was creased with worry, blood dripping from the wound.
Rui took a step back, his jaw hardened, as his nose titched from the prudent smell of blood. If there was anything he hated most was blood, it gave him a toxic yet alluring desire blazing from the pith of this abdomen.
Pain struck look crawled on the maid's face. When Rui took her by the hair, throwing her fragile body across the hall, the solitary action caught the girl off guard unprepared for such a violent move on her. With the smell of blood came and indispensable anger, and urge fleeing from its smell moving fast across the room with the maid.
The impact of the body caused the table at the end to change its position, making an unpleasant racket. Her body curled up in a round shape, her back bent in a 'c' where both her knees and elbow made contact. Ah! Was the first word her brain could process at that moment, a drop of tears rolled over her chick.
The act caught both Vincent and the rest of the onlookers, leading their concentration to the girl.
"My memories must be fading with the years that have gone by," Vincent remarked to gain back the attention of the other people present. "The blood thing, you still go with that uh, well I guess I will be the one ending your job today, no hard feeling taking right, Rui, Charles. " turning his head to both sides where the men stood.
No one made a move. Both men remain glued to their position, giving Vincent an inaudible response. He crossed the hall to the other end to the maid, who made peace with her posture, still not attempting to get up.
It took Vincent not more than two seconds to snap her head off, breaking the bone in the neck region, her head twisted to the side in a hedeious manner, since the head fell from its support.
"I took the courtesy not to draw out more blood from him as I presume it won't be of your liking." Vincent said, proud of the work he did.
Rui looks at the body in disgust, the scene no less than a murderous one, excluded from all the blood apart from the one that painted her face, her eyes wide open, making it more like a horror movie.
"The body is all yours, Charles, more compost for your tree," Rui said, giving him a hint on what to do. "This will serve as a warning to those who think that nothing goes under my notice. Leave. " His tone held authority in it.
They left, some half confuse any Rui last line of word, while some fear gripped by the sight of how the butler mopped the floor with the body, leaving the rest to ponder on what the late maid did, and with the only few of them had an empathy on the maid, with only some eyes gloss with tears, it could be said that she was only close to some.
Leaving the hall for both men, however, Rui was already on the run to his bedroom.
"You still can't handle the smell. It has been so long since the incident, why do you sign up for a therapy session, before it gets worse." Looking at Rui, his eyes keen on the fella who was on foot up the stairs.
"I will consider your advice, but you and I know it's of no use. If the mind doesn't let go, the body is still captive, does it still hunt you?" Rui took his time to hold in for Vincent's answer.
"What doesn't hunt us Rui, every time my eyes go to rest, the memories replay constantly. The screaming that I have become accustomed to almost seems like a broken record and it is hard to make out the faces." Vincent said starting at the painting hung of the smooth wall.
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The old butler moved the body to the backyard. Numbers of flowers occupied the soil, planting in a maize manner where at the end stood an old apple tree. The barks of the tree held a more fifty red shiny eye catching apple. The moon light gazed upon the garden, making the scenery more from a fairy tale.
The body ruffled along the earth, pulling the dry weeds along with it. A few centimeters from the tree, the old man stopped. And for once, a readable expression graced his face.
"How was your day belle? Have the birds been bothering you? " His shaky hands touched the tree, rubbing it gently, his eyes married in care.
"I brought you another companion, she is a good one."