It had been three weeks since I said bye to my stranger. And it had been the most boring days of my life. I felt so low and empty. All I did was focus on my appearance. At least it works. My face was good as new.
Did I mention Astoria has the most beautiful face that I have ever laid my eyes on?
And I am still looking for things that would make me stay. The count had gone out the next day after my outburst. He said he'll deal with me when he came back. But at least it had been the most peaceful days, excluding the parts where I clashed with Sena and Myrcella.
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"Mother I am telling you, she had changed!" I heard Sena tell Myrcella while I was sneaking around to steal from the kitchen.
"I noticed she had a change of personality these days," Myrcella confirmed.
"It was after we failed to drown her," Sena went on.
I walked past the bedroom they were in and went down to the kitchen.
"Tie her down for me!"
I flinched and turned to look at Edgar who was now back. And he was accompanied by guards. But before I could even pinpoint what was happening, my knees were already painfully to the floor and a wave of pain rushed through my knees to my legs.
My hands were pulled to the back by two people as my back was pushed forward. I actually felt like I was being pulled apart, like how I used to do to my barbie dolls , karma is real y'all. My face was inches away from the ground.
"Do you know just how much you angered me that night? Before I could punish you, I left for business!"
A chair crushing to my back really surprised me. The wooden parts of what used to be a chair feel apart. The pain surged through my back, forcing a whimper out of me. I bit my lips, refusing to cry. But the pain was unbearable, so I couldn't maintain my strong upfront. It took me some seconds to swallow down the urge to cry.
But my facade was just short lived when the Count picked up the wooden leg of the chair and hit me in the head with it. The pain was just out of this world. It was like my skull cracked open. There was high-pitched ringing in my ears and a slitting pain before I saw black dots. I focused on my breathing momentarily as everything went quite around me, expect for the annoying high-pitched ringing.
If I were to survive, would my brain be okay?
"Your bad luck followed me, my businesses hasn't been doing well," he deliberately yelled into my ears. His loud voice was like a needle pricking all the sensitive nerves and parts of my inner ear. I just wanted it all to end. And gladly my vision started to blur.
Bone piercing cold water slapped me into conciseness. I gasped awake, only to find myself being in the same position as before.
The disappointment of still being alive was real.
The Count squatted to my level and roughly held my chin so I could look at his really angry eyes. There was wickedness in them. But my eyes couldn't focus on him. My right was invaded by blood that was flowing from my head. Even the water didn't wash it away, and it was gushing out, I could feel it.
"You? Marry sir Calix Barriston? Oh please," he says in a really dangerously low voice, professionally ignoring my state. But I didn't show any fear as I took in his glare, replying with my own. I felt a warm liquid flowing from my nose. Here comes nose bleeding. Maybe I'll die out of losing a lot of blood? I hope.
"You..... You decided..... To get... Physical," I struggled to say, wanting to annoy him further so he could kill me earlier. I got a slap as a response.
"How dare you?! Why are you not obeying me?!" He literally yelled in frustration as he slapped me again. The slap itself shook my head that really needed no movement momentarily. He stood up and kicked me in the chest, so painful that I felt air being knocked out of my lungs. I fell back due to the force. I felt a fishy taste in my mouth before I spat out a mouthful of blood, before coughing a series more out.
With another yell, series of kicks landed on my stomach. Each stinged more than the first.
When I was about to pass out, a bucket of cold water poured on me. Then the torture would be the same. That was until I couldn't hold on. I finally blacked out.
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Waking up with headache, I found myself lying on the floor, that was so dirty. I struggled to sit up with all the pain I felt everywhere. I weekly looked around me, I was in a cell.
I felt for all the wounds left on me, but the one on my head shocked me. It felt too big and bruised and painful. The blood had dried, leaving behind this one huge painful scab.
I scoffed, whatever that angered that old cow was definitely not me alone. He is taking out his anger on me. And all he had to do was kill me but he couldn't even do that one thing right.
It was as if the pain didn't bother me anymore, all I was thinking about was way I even came back to life. If I did came back why should it be in a body that had daddy issues.
When is Calix coming to take me? I just want to leave. Is that too much to ask for honestly?
I would have killed myself but I didn't feel like it, I don't know how to even explain. I wanted to die, but not in my own hands. If not dying, I would love to live far away from these people in peace. It's either those two things or none.
I crawled into a fetus position as I hugged myself closer. What life am I living? Why am I being forced to live for someone else? Why does she have to be hated this much? And why do I have to suffer on her behalf?
Just why?
"The Count calls for you."
I looked at the guard whose voice was too loud for my head's liking.