⋈•⋈•⋈•⋈•⋈•⋈•⋈•⋈•⋈⋈•⋈•⋈•⋈•⋈•⋈•⋈•⋈•⋈
IARA-(age 18)
As Damien guides me to his apartment, I remain quiet the entire way. This city area is unfamiliar to me with its bustling streets, vibrant marketplace, blaring horns, and throngs of people. I had always believed that this city was as empty as my own life, but this part proves otherwise.
My father has always kept me under strict control, not in a figurative sense like in the movies. It wasn't a luxurious cage made of gold and adorned with jewels, but a literal cage constantly monitored 24/7. I am unsure how I managed to leave for my studies at all... Perhaps it was because men showed less interest in me if I lacked knowledge.
My heart beats loudly as we walk beside each other, with one of his guards carrying my bag. I can't help but feel out of place suddenly like I don't belong anywhere. The only place that feels like home is the room my brother has offered me in Paris.
I miss him terribly...perhaps Damien will allow me to contact him secretly. Not that I need his permission, but I want reassurance that he won't harm my brother. If he even lays a finger on him, I would take extreme measures and dispose of his limbs in the depths of the forest.
With a sigh, I follow Damien from the elevator and through the grand wooden doors into a completely different world. It's those kinds of places which my mom used to watch with me on television. His place is the exact personality of his, maybe the designers did a really good job or maybe it's the place he made for himself.
The living room was a study in contrast. The walls were painted a deep charcoal gray, while the floor was covered in a gleaming white marble tile. A large window on the far wall let in the evening light, casting long shadows across the room.
In the center of the room was a sleek black sofa, facing a low-slung coffee table made of glass and gold-plated steel. A single black chair sat in the corner of the room, its leather upholstery gleaming in the dim light. A large abstract painting hung on the wall behind the sofa, its bold colors adding a splash of vibrancy to the otherwise monochromatic space.
On the farther left I see an equally mesmerizing kitchen with black marble as its countertop with golden pendant lights giving a perfect hue to the area. This kitchen might be every chef's dream.
I remove the heels just to feel a bit relaxed and when my feet land on the plush white carpet I feel like walking on the clouds. It's that soft. My feet automatically feel relaxed after being tortured in those high heels,
What? I wanted to feel sexy in the dress.
I reached for the floor-to-ceiling window handle and it slid all the way to my right. The cold air hits my face with a whiff of freedom that I finally feel. I don't know what Damien's intentions are with me and by the tales I have heard of him, I should be afraid of his presence but still, why do I feel the complete opposite? Like I have known him for a long time.
Glancing behind me, I see two men deeply engrossed in conversation. As I turn to leave, a slight shiver runs through my body. But then his words stopped me in my tracks - "I don't have enough faith in her to take her there. It's best for us to stay here for a while." I understand that he's referring to me as the "her" and doesn't trust me, just as I don't. But hearing his words still cuts deep.
YOU ARE READING
Maniacally Yours! (Yours series 1)
Fanfiction"Mmm," he hums, vibrating my entire core. "Yes, baby. Suffocate me." . . . . . "Can you love me back? Say you'll love me back and I'll stay..." What do you think happens when two tornadoes collide? In the depths of the city of Vallengrim, hidden sec...