Cat and dog
#BLOODSHOT EMPIRE#
"Is she awake?? "Wyatt asked with a smirk.
“She’s still not awake,” Flinn remarked, glancing over at Wyatt, who let out a hearty laugh as he struck a match to light the cigarette perched between his fingers.
“Did I really knock her out for this long??... She should have been up by now,” Wyatt mused, his gaze drifting to the world beyond his window, lost in thought.
“You’ve never brought anyone into this castle before. And you know as well as I do that you’d never take someone like her as collateral... Shane's blood should have been spilled on the floor, he should have been dead but you let him live even after decieving you.”Flinn said but Wyatt didn’t respond; he was too engrossed in his own thoughts, the smoke curling around him in lazy spirals as he took another drag.
“The gang are starting to talk, Boss… You were the one who laid down the law that no outsiders should set foot in this empire. What am I supposed to tell them?” Flinn pressed, a hint of nervousness creeping into his voice as he watched Wyatt roll his eyes and pull a deep frown across his lips.
“It’s really none of their business... I’m the one who made those rules, and I can choose to break them whenever I please,” Wyatt shot back with a grunt, his focus returning to the cigarette in his hand as if it held all the answers.
“And what exactly do you plan to do with her now?” Flinn inquired, his concern evident.
“You know how our lives operate, Boss. If we just let her go now, there’s always a risk she’ll say something.”
The tension hung heavy in the air as Wyatt released a slow exhale, contemplating the delicate situation before him. In this world, decisions carried weight, and breaking one of his own rules felt like stepping into uncharted territory.
"You really don’t need to worry about that, Flinn," Wyatt said, shooting a stern glance at him.
"And as for her, I'm not letting her go.Wyatt continued to look at Flinn, his deep frown accentuating his discontent.
"I've been noticing that you've been asking me an awful lot of questions lately, and frankly, it isn't sitting well with me," he added, locking his gaze onto Flinn’s eyes.
Flinn, taken aback by the intensity of Wyatt's stare, quickly bowed his head. "I apologize, boss," he murmured, his voice barely above a whisper.
"You should know by now that I absolutely despise hearing the word 'sorry,'" he retorted, his voice firm. Flinn lowered his head even further, clearly feeling the weight of Wyatt's disapproval.
"It won't happen again,” Flinn promised without hesitation, eager to mend the situation and Wyatt let out an indignant scoff almost immediately
“When is Rita supposed to come back? She should have been here by now.” He scoffed again, clearly frustrated by her delay.
, "Her flight was delayed. She called to say she’ll arrive before this evening.” I couldn’t help but roll my eyes at this news.
Wyatt sighed deeply and ran a hand through his hair.
"If only she had listened to my advice and opted for the private jet, none of this chaos would be happening right now," he lamented.
"She hasn’t even arrived yet, and I’m already starting to get a headache. Just think about how I’ll feel once she finally shows up!” he muttered, shaking his head in exasperation as Flinn simply nodded in response.
"When the doll wakes up, bring her to me. You’re free to leave afterward,” Wyatt instructed, and Flinn's eyebrows shot up in surprise at the unexpected command and made a quick bow before turning on his heel and exiting the room.
Once he was alone, Wyatt allowed himself a small chuckle, shaking his head slightly at the unusual circumstances surrounding him. He flicked the remnants of his cigarette into a nearby plate, extinguishing it with a swift motion, before making his way back to the sprawling bed that dominated his room.
He was just about to settle down on the plush mattress when suddenly, his phone began to ring. He glanced at the screen, only to be met with a name that instantly darkened his expression, a scowl replacing the momentary amusement he had felt just seconds before.
ELENA'S PERSPECTIVE
I let out a loud groan, my hands instinctively moving to my forehead as a wave of discomfort washed over me. It felt like my head was caught in a vise, and a queasy sensation was creeping in, making me uneasy.
With a sudden jolt, I opened my eyes wide, nearly crying out in panic as I took in my unfamiliar surroundings. It took a moment for the memories to come rushing back — the horrifying realization that I had been kidnapped not long ago.
Heart racing, I shot up from where I lay and hurried to the door, desperate to escape. I grasped the doorknob and twisted it, but my hopes were dashed when I discovered it was firmly locked, trapping me in this strange place.
“Open the door!” I shouted, pounding my fist against it in frustration. To my relief, the door swung open moments later, revealing a girl covered in numerous tattoos. She locked her gaze on me, her eyes sharp and penetrating.
“You’re awake,” she informed me.
“You really should take a shower, ma’am. The boss wants to see you.” With that, she turned on her heel and exited the room, only to return shortly after, accompanied by two other women.
“What... what do you think you’re doing?” I yelled, panic rising in my throat as they approached me with the intent to undress me.
“Stay away from me!” I exclaimed, my voice echoing with urgency.
“We’ve been told by the boss to give you a bath,” one of them explained, and I scoffed in disbelief, momentarily taken aback.
“Are you serious? Your boss instructed you to bathe me? Do I look like a child to you?” I shouted, incredulity dripping from my words, and they quickly shook their heads in response.
“The boss made it clear that we are to bathe you, and if you resist, we have permission to do it by force,” they declared in unison. The absurdity of their proclamation made me burst into laughter; I couldn't help but find humor in the strange situation unfolding before me. "Is this really how things work around here?” I mused, trying to process the bizarre instructions they had relayed.
"Alright, listen up, ladies," I said, my voice firm as I made eye contact with each of them. I picked up a bottle of wine from the table, my grip tightening around it as I felt tension building in the air.
"I’m only going to say this once—if any of you even think about laying a hand on me, I swear I will make sure you regret it."
One of the maids, an older woman with kind eyes, stepped forward cautiously. "Please, ma'am, don’t make this any more difficult for us. We really just want to help you get cleaned up and then we can all go about our day." Her plea made me pause for a moment, but the situation felt surreal—like something straight out of a movie.
"Here’s the deal," I said, raising my voice a notch,
"You can go back to your miserable boss and tell him he needs to let me out of here right now. If he doesn’t, I swear I’ll smash this bottle over his head!" As the words left my mouth, a wave of panic washed over me when I suddenly remembered Uncle Shane.
"Oh my gosh, Uncle Shane!" I gasped, the realization hitting me hard.
Those thugs had hurt him, and I couldn’t shake the worry that gripped my heart. What if he was seriously injured? Why does it always seem that the young and handsome become vessels of such cruelty? A wave of guilt swept over me; maybe if I had just taken his advice and walked away when he told me to, I wouldn’t be stuck in this mess right now. Biting my lip anxiously, I couldn’t help but wonder if I could have done something differently to avoid this nightmare.
The maids exchanged glances with one another, their expressions a mix of confusion and resignation, before they gradually made their way out of the room. As they left, a heavy sigh escaped my lips, and I couldn't help but think, "Oh goodness, all I really want right now is to go home."
It struck me that I had barely arrived at this place, yet I was already caught in the very situation that Hailey had cautioned me about. I tend to ignore warnings, I reminded myself, shaking my head slightly in frustration. Just as I was lost in self-reflection, the door creaked open once more, this time revealing only the older maid who had been lingering.
"Boss Flinn asked me to inform you that you need to freshen up quickly," she announced in a tone that left little room for argument.
"He's waiting for you outside to escort you to the Jefe." Her words provided a surprising sense of relief, washing over me like a gentle wave.
For a fleeting moment, I had imagined that they would send in a whole crowd of people to forcibly drag me into a shower, so it was a relief to realize the seemingly eccentric Boss Flinn had decided to let me off the hook—for now, at least. I watched as the older maid exited the room, leaving me alone with my thoughts.
Biting my lip in contemplation, I hesitantly let the bottle slip from my fingers, making my way into what I would soon discover was the so-called bathroom. To be honest, the space was quite expansive and undeniably stunning, and the bathroom itself was enormous, exuding an air of pristine cleanliness that was almost overwhelming. Although I initially felt a sense of discomfort creeping in, I soon decided to take the plunge—literally—and began to undress. Before long, I found myself easing into the inviting embrace of the bathtub, ready to wash away the day's tensions.
After I finished my bath, I stepped back into the room and was immediately confronted by an unexpected sight—a vibrant red floral dress lay neatly on the bed, accompanied by a bra and a pair of pants. The sight of those items caused an immediate frown to crease my forehead.
"Those perverts," I muttered under my breath, a bitter taste of disbelief filling my mouth as I pushed the underwear aside with little regard. To be honest, there was no way I was putting on any underwear that came from such an unknown source. I would much rather embrace a pantless existence at this point.
In a hurry, I slipped on the dress, its fabric cool against my skin, and hastily gathered my hair in a messy bun. My mind was laser-focused on one thing only: getting out of this bizarre place and heading home. With that thought in mind, I marched over to the door and banged on it with real determination. This time, when the door swung open, I was met not with a friendly face, but with the cold gaze of a man who looked absolutely imposing. He didn't offer even the hint of a smile, just stared at me with an expression that sent chills down my spine.
"I'm... I'm ready," I stammered, suddenly acutely aware of how fleeting my earlier confidence had been.
"Follow me, and do not even think about trying anything clever unless you want me to break your neck," he replied in a tone that was both menacing and straightforward. I bit my lip, my mind racing as I contemplated just how I would approach the subject of when I could finally go home.
As I followed him into the depths of the mansion, I couldn’t help but gawk at the sheer size of the place. It was magnificent yet eerily intimidating, filled with rooms and corridors that seemed to stretch on endlessly. I noticed several people scattered throughout the space, their curious glances aimed at me as they mumbled amongst themselves in hushed tones. The whole situation felt surreal, and I couldn’t shake the feeling that I was stepping into a world far beyond my understanding.
I tilted my head slightly, keeping my gaze on the cold figure ahead of me as I silently trailed behind him. After a few moments, we came to a sudden halt in front of an enormous door, which he promptly knocked on.
Without waiting for any sort of invitation, he pushed the door open and stepped inside. For a second, I was uncertain whether I should follow him or just stay back. It seemed he noticed my hesitation, for he paused and turned around to shoot me a glance.
"What the hell are you standing there for? Come in!" he snapped with an intensity that made me gasp loudly in surprise. I quickly gathered myself and stepped into the room after him.
“She’s here, Boss,” he announced, and I started to question his sanity because I didn't see anyone else present at that moment. Just then, though, the man who had previously placed his foot on my uncle's head emerged from another door within the room. The instant our eyes locked, I instinctively bowed my head. I couldn’t shake off the overwhelming sense of fear and intimidation that washed over me from his piercing gaze.
“Leave us,” he commanded, and the other man bowed his head obediently before exiting the room, leaving just me alone with him.
He didn't utter another word after that, and I finally decided to lift my head to see what he was up to. To my surprise, I found him intently fixed on me, his eyes studying me closely like a predator sizing up its prey.
"Good... Good afternoon," I managed to say, doing my best to suppress the nervousness welling up inside me. Despite my efforts, he didn’t respond.
After a moment of silence, he finally broke the stillness.
"I can see you came prepared," he said, and at that point, I lifted my gaze to meet his, a confused expression etched on my face.
"I'm... I'm not sure I understand, sir," I replied, my voice wavering slightly. He let out a scoff, then settled himself onto the edge of the bed, crossing his legs in a manner that exuded confidence, almost regal.
"You're not wearing any underwear," he stated matter-of-factly, and my heart dropped. I gasped, instinctively stepping back as the truth of his words sank in.
How did he know? I was wearing a flare gown — did it somehow reveal more than I had anticipated? Was it transparent? Suddenly, I couldn’t shake the feeling that the gazes I had been feeling bore into me from every direction had been about this shocking revelation.
MIGA'S POINT OF VIEW
"Where on earth is Becca? She should have arrived by now. I was really counting on her to be here because, honestly, I prefer her teaching style. The others can be annoyingly bossy and just... irritating. It’s as if they delight in making everything more complicated than it needs to be. The boys aren't any better; they seem to get a kick out of choosing a few of the girls after class, just to satisfy their own whims. Ugh, I just want some peace, but with the way things are going, I’m beginning to think that might be too much to ask for"I mumbled and Charlie laughed.
"Speaking of the devil, here she comes," I remarked, my gaze fixed on the figure making her way towards us. She approached with a strut that was undeniably boyish, so much so that one might easily mistake her for a young boy if it weren't for the fact that she had developed some curves. Her demeanor exuded confidence, and when it came to toughness, she outshone nearly all the boys in our crew. In fact, the only person she had yet to defeat in a sparring match was Flinn, who always managed to hold his own against her.
"Good afternoon, Becca," we called out in unison, our voices bright with cheer. But instead of reciprocating our friendly greeting, she merely rolled her eyes, dismissing us without a word.
She cleared her throat and announced,
"Just so everyone knows, there won't be any training session this evening. As I'm sure you've heard, the boss's sister is coming back today, and he’s throwing a welcome party for her. We certainly wouldn’t want to disrespect him by engaging in a fight, so you’re all free to go." With that, she turned on her heel and walked away, leaving us to bow our heads slightly in acknowledgment of her authority.
The moment she was out of earshot, a wave of relief washed over my friends, and they began to chatter excitedly among themselves.
"I knew there wouldn't be any evening training after all," one of them said with a grin.
"Well, of course! The boss's sister is returning today; it was inevitable," another chimed in.
"I honestly feared she would pick me again for a match tonight," someone else admitted, shaking their head in mock horror.
As the conversation flowed, I could sense the collective sigh of relief among us. It seemed that the prospect of a night off from rigorous training was just what we all needed.
"May God bless our boss! I just can't contain my excitement for the party!"
While everyone around me continued to celebrate, I found myself merely scoffing at the scene unfolding.
"I've been looking forward to her lessons all day, and now we're not even going to have them? I'm so frustrated!" I whispered to Charlie, who let out a brief laugh in response.
"You're really not serious, are you, Charlie?" I said, trying to express my disdain. "To be honest, I was actually dreading this lesson, especially because you just seem to be vibing along like everyone else."
Charlie raised an eyebrow. "I honestly don't understand why you look up to her as your role model. I could never do that! She honestly frightens me to my very core," she replied, and I immediately rolled my eyes in response.
"I heard that the boss took the girl he brought today to one of the special rooms, and they even sent some maids to give her a bath! I'm pretty curious about who she is. I mean, I really want to know!" Charlie exclaimed, and I nodded thoughtfully, considering her words.
"Absolutely! But you know, nothing remains a secret forever. We'll uncover the truth sooner rather than later...I have this gut feeling, Charlie," I said, and in response, she let out a loud scream filled with anticipation.
"Did you see the dumb drama that those two cat and dogs acted this morning?, I was so embarrassed for them.... I mean why would they always be fighting each other. Everyone is getting used to that already,I just hope they don't kill theirself one day"I mutteted with a sigh and she burst into laughter.