The seductress

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Chapter 1 

She turned on the shower tap and let the cold water trickle down her body to her small feet. The coldness of the water bit into her soul and she welcomed it. That was how it was supposed to be. She was supposed to be this cold woman with no feelings. She had been like that all her life, so how was it that some man had reduced her to this fragile being? She had made love...no, correction, she had had sex with hundreds of guys, young and old, what was so different about the previous one? She lifted her head to the nozzle, wanting to clear her thoughts. The water touched her face, soaking her Venetian red hair so that it clung to her head. She shook her head vigorously. 

I am watching you Cassandra... 

The coldness somehow bit into her skin and she shivered, just as she'd shivered years ago when she'd heard those words. How icy cold they were. She stepped out of the shower, wrapping herself in a blood-red towel. Water trickled from her hair to her skin which was glowing. 

A woman in her mid-twenties was busy folding clothes by the four-poster bed. She did not raise her head as Cassandra entered. Cassandra went to closet and removed a pink silk nightgown. The woman, wearing a maid's uniform, suddenly raised her eyes. 

"The gentleman you were with left you this", she said handing Cassandra a note. 

Cassandra's eyes flew open in alarm. 

The maid saw the fear in Cassandra's eyes and smiled warmly, 

"Relax mam, I will not tell". 

Hope to see you again... 

Cassandra blinked twice, and one more time. 

"Can you leave me alone Emile, I need to be alone", she mouthed quietly. 

"Certainly mam", Emile said as she left the room quietly. The door though was not quiet. Since it operated by sensing motion, it had magnets at the bottom which attracted so fiercely that it always closed with a bang. 

Cassandra flinched at the sound. She'd been staying in the room for a year but she still wasn't used to the bang. Wrapping herself in a blanket, she read the note again. This simple note could get her into trouble. She folded it and threw it across the room. No one ever got to see Cassandra more than once, it was simply not allowed. Everyone knew that, it was no secret. What was the gentleman playing at? 

She closed her eyes then, remembering something she'd rather forget. 

She giggled, drawing meaningless patterns with her foot on the sand. Her hair was tied in pigtails and she was unconsciously pulling it. She was a child, no more than 8 years old 

He put his index finger underneath her chin, lifting it so that her eyes met his ocean-blue eyes. She drowned. 

"Say it again", he whispered. He was just reaching puberty and his voice was breaking. 

"No", she said simply, licking her sweet child-like pink lips. 

He resigned and said," Okay, fine Sandy". 

"Cassandra", she corrected, kicking him on the shin. 

"I'll call you what I want", he said defiantly. 

"Then I'll call you whatever I want too", she said, crossing her arms. 

"Ron, Ronald, Ronnie...that's just about it. I can't think of anything else", he said smirking. 

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