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The sound of waves surging with synchronous chirping birds nearby woke my consciousness. The feeling of familiarity has no different when I was being tortured. Listening much carefully noticing, no floors are creaking, and even my bed I was laying never swinging like I was in a pirate's shipwreck. No sound of dripping of water from the hell cave that Franchesca always corrected. That place is not a he'll cave instead it's an abandoned goth church on an island that nature swallows and claims as a whole.
No more dangling rusty metals from the lamp attached to ceilings, clinging like a horror version of a wind chime swinging. I opened wide my eyes and looked around, I'm not that in the pirate's shipwreck nor the hell cave anymore. I sat down slowly on the soft bed with my dress. Sitting there feels like I'm in paradise. Seeing Franchesca laying there beside me, I had an urgent call to peek down under those sheets to check, luckily she still wearing clothes not naked which meant nothing happened. I smiled at the thoughts, I can't avoid those sometimes a lustful eyes thick curve lashes, those cute nose lines, and those feminine jaws. Those eyes of hers feels like I'm always stripping naked in front of her, like Franchesca seeing through my soul. I felt being conscious with it. It was a soft torture, especially when her cheeks started getting red pretty obvious. I admit she has this cold demeanor sometimes I caught when she's alone.
As I continue observing this huge, soft bed with a white thin curtain playing along with the sea breeze. Having four bedposts in it, birds chirping, and those waves continued like background music to my ears this time. Minus the sound of seagulls and bats with their natural smells mixed with the sea salt. Opening a wound is way more painful than healing. I still cannot imagine, how I survived those months of torture. Those melted wax candles put in my skin, layers, and layers, especially in my private parts.
Burn scars are still in there, near my nipples, including between my legs where almost are sensitive parts. Franchesca kissed all my scars, those rugged skins from the wounds that I endured day and night. Franchesca doing her best to help me to heal my trauma, including we both heal each others' nightmares. Many of my scars will be fades, but my memories will always stand still until the last breath of my existence. Franchesca offered me, to have some procedures on my skin laser to be exact, reasons I won't see that past anymore. The only witnesses are those tortures imprinted on my skin in my whole body like anybody's tattoos.
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Reaching the tiny envelope near the nightstand, staring at the black mixed with dark purple color surface as I held it, I even smelled it. The Hassasins warriors came along when we were having dinner. Ruining the seal and curiously looking at what was inside, seeing a small piece of paper greeted my eyes. Opening it slowly I immediately see the note—run -. I grunted as I expected nothing else.
Jumping out of bed, and took a lighter near the candles that I was supposed to burn, but the thin paper has something shadows that was almost visible in it. I manage to walk outside those huge glass doors peeking its white thin curtains. Not only that, but I slowly place the paper up high and studied. It's a map with signs in it like sigils I realized it now regardless of the word—run- but it's not the actual message but why?
“It's an order to kill,” Florence said, standing next to the room balcony opposite where I stood. “ They're waiting for your orders, Lady Camilla” she added. I refrain and leave immediately laying beside Franchesca that is still peacefully sleeping, I understand that she must be tired of taking care of a pregnant woman. Wiping Florence presence, I watched Franchesca's sexy lips and her cute nose those thick curve eyelashes that I am fascinated with. I brushed lightly her cheeks with my fingertips. I saw her gently open her eyes. “ Good morning Lady Camilla” she mumbles and smiles, I smiled back in response. Silence is present at the moment. I sat there, thinking, what was the note about, why would I kill? “come on, let's take a shower” she said, snapping back to my reality. Franchesca still doing my daily routine, she didn't allow me to do things on my thinking about my current situation.
I follow as she guides me, I felt my body came heavier and heavier each day. I sat in the bathtub, she started scrubbing me gently. She's on her black boxer shorts and black sports bra as she always wears. I am aware, she's a model and a damn gloriously tall with her tone muscle. I touched her abs once down to her thighs when she guides my hand down there, she made it with respect. Despite what happened in the past. “ Babe...babe…" Franchesca snapped me back to reality When my hands are on her abs I felt I saw it was already on her crotch.” oh god I'm so sorry I didn't mean to —” I took my hands out of embarrassment and directly submerge into the water in and didn't look at her.
“it's all yours babe… " she whispered. Franchescas took a chair and sat next to the bathtub. Felt gently pressing the sponge on my back, I listened to the sound of the waves again like on the pirate's yacht. Those gigantic curtains kept flipping, making sounds as the wind hits them. “ Babe time for breakfast, ill have a quick shower…" I nod.
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I ask to be alone having my breakfast, reasons I need to check the box and read what does it say. I am being hesitant to read might it'll be written in a foreign language and I will become useless looking and figuring out it? To my surprise I can read it but for some context, especially those symbols I can't. I remember Florence said they were waiting for my kill order.
“babe… that's enough it's been an hour no stress remember?” Franchesca closes the book and places it inside the box. She touches my belly and knelt listening in front. “she's moving, can you feel it?” I smiled looking at her so amazed. “she's excited to meet you and make a little bun in her hair like yours, it's cute” I said "Your little Hassasins are hiding as of now” I giggled she only blushed.
Franchesca walked and stopped, standing up in front still letting tugging her shirt up remaining her sports bra. Showing her toned abs to me, seen her cute boxer shorts as well. God knows how I was tempted to caress my hands on those parts of her, even if she gave me a go signal telling me it was okay. Franchesca shows a willingness to do everything. Holding my neck tugging towards them and I follow staring at her muscles her abs, my hands automatically gently touching them mesmerizing them like I was enthralled. I have never been to a woman who had such an effort to achieve strong muscles and body or having one. I can't imagine what I was doing, but I looked up at her, meeting her gaze whilst she was observing. I stared back again at her tone abs and glided my hands down. Pulling her boxer shorts down a little, just to peek more for my curiosity. I managed to didn't look up again, instead, I continued exploring to see it.
Tracing those muscles through my fingertips, as I sit there in front of her, I see those scars again in her femininity. Those augmented scars as I called them, I didn't hesitate to see them again, and looking it pay more closely those are identical on both sides. It's like, they took her ovaries where the scars were on the same spot. She didn't protest or complained, Franchesca stood there letting me explore her body up to her private parts standing there, showing me a vulnerable side of her. As she pulled down more little, seeing her femininity. I felt the blood rush to my cheeks as I watched it. I admit it turns me on seeing it, it's clean like a laser cleaned on its skin except the scars remain. It doesn't be ordinary scars, I must say.
I pulled it down, and her boxers fell off the floor and fully stared at those scars. Reasons, why she can't bear a child. Now I understand and made it since what happened to them and this ideology of Brotherhoods Society, they're destroying people with this sick twisted mind. How they manage to suppress the free will of a human. That piled off those many questions and reasons why my father left this all behind. As I traced it lost in my thoughts, “I'm so sorry if they did this to you…" I whispered and kissed it I stared at her femininity always in clean laser shaved. What I love about her is she doesn't hesitate or hold back on herself when it comes to me. I always hold space for Franchesca, expressing her true self, not the false persona she portrayed outside.
Allowing her to guard down on me, knowing her fully, despite what those circumstances happened before I came into their lives. I stared into her eyes while half of her body was naked, only a sports bra left and she don't care but I'm blushing with those toned abs and those toned muscles in addition to being naked. “no one sees these scars of mine, except those Doctors who performed surgery on my body when I was a teenager,” she said and I kiss her abs and looked up wrapping my arms around her waist and hugging her. “ I know I can tell the way you showed to me…" and I kissed her stomach, not removing my arms wrapping around. Franchesca slowly pulled up her boxers and her pants and knelt as she always does, leveling my eyes. “ Florence is looking at us,” she said, " Florence had these kinds of identical scars too?” I asked and received a simple nod as a reply. “ Thank you for allowing me to see what a real Brotherhood Society means,” I said. Franchesca wrapped her arms around me and let her head rest on my lap until she fell asleep as I brushed her hair using my fingertips.
I don't judge these whys it happens, but I showed love, I tried to understand what kind of world they are living in instead I kept trying to be compassionate to them. Realizing this, it's hard to get out of a system where everyone knows you unless you are capable enough to do things as my father did, and that adds up to these piles of questions in my mind. A quest for the ends, the never-ending roadblocks and I know answers wouldn't show themselves. I recalled slamming the table the other night, they both jumped as I did that, knowing they had a very strict childhood growing up. Especially Florence, has the coldest and most empty eyes, compared to her sister Francesca. A few days when she was around with us, she started to interact even if it was very limited, but I see a glimpse of hope for her. And I don't know what happened, but I started to cling to that spark in her that those eyes wouldn't be like a walking corpse like everyone else.
Every person, I met, associates with the Brotherhood Society. They all have one signature in those cold and empty eyes. Like they have no souls at all, and I don't understand why I am so drawn to know what happened to all of these people, and that questions start with my great father Alstair and I became a daughter's traitor as they all perceived. I still have my head wearing because the system recognizes me as a Fifth Lineage Successor. That part enhances more power to the Brotherhood Society, but apart from that, they all kept threatened, especially Mikael Freud if not mistaken. He is the one who conveyed us here on this island and forced Franchesca to run away as Florence did before, just to keep me safe.
As Uncle Gustavo promised to My father Alstair even though they're not alive anymore, those loyalty and commitment pass to them which I admired the most. They are loyal and stand with honor even if takes forever for them. These two gorgeous idiot dolls as I always address them.
A/N :
Giving you some updates!
The next update will be "Chapter 50" I'm so glad. I never imagine posting these kind of stuff here in said two platforms. also thank you lots to those who are still reading. Im so much appreciated it with time spent reading my book that includes if you finding it interesting one.Its a privileged to be add to those reading list.
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