Blood and Roses

chapter eleven

RICHARD'S POV.

The conversation turned out better than I had hoped. She was a good liar and an excellent actress. Too good for a seventeen year old and if I hadn't seen those footages, I would have believed the b***h!!

"Boss?" Nikolai my most trusted and loyal man interrupted.

"Вы сделали то, что я просила вас сделать?", I asked.

{Have you done what I asked you to?}

"Да, сэр. Камеры видеонаблюдения уже установлены.", He said with a smile.

{yes sir. The surveillance cameras have been installed already.}

"Очень хорошо. держать внимательно следить за ней. она может попробовать что-то смешное." I replied with a curt nod.

{very good. keep a close watch on her. she might try something funny.}

Nikolai replied, nodding with respect "yes sir" and left the kitchen.

My hands were itching to spill her young innocent blood. I won't be giving her an easy death; It'll be slow and painful as payment for the time and resources we've spent looking for her and when father comes back from his trip, I'll give him her corpse as a welcome home present I concluded with a chuckle.

ROSELLE'S POV.

I hurried into my room and bolted the door properly behind me. I grabbed a small backpack, shoved some clothes inside and changed from my maid's outfit to a pair of jeans, black jacket and black boots. I wore a faded baseball hat to keep my face out of view, then I walked to the door and looked through the keyhole. I could see the same man standing outside like a guard.

"s**t!! This can't be happening", I thought.

I thew my bagpack on the bed and started thinking of another way out.

"Yes!! Through the window. Why didn't I think of this sooner."

I stripped the bed of its cover and used it to a make rope. After securing the noose around the window post, I grabbed my bag and started leveling myself downward. I was already half way down when I heard the room door break open. Rushed footsteps approached the window and I froze. The man peeked downwards and as soon as we made eye contact, he started to pull the rope upward.

Fear washed through me; I looked down to the ground and knew I had to let go. I took a deep breath, closed my eyes and let go of the rope. The fall wasn't as smooth as I had hoped. I landed hard on my ankle and I had to bite my lips hard to swallow the pain. I could hear footsteps approaching, I didn't have time to nurse my pain so I sprang upwards and started to run.

"Don't let that b***h get away!! Catch her" one of them shouted.

I ran with all my strength, ignoring the throbbing pain in my ankle and at that moment, I couldn't help but remember my younger self running away from the same men.

I turned right into a narrow passway and spotted a garbage can few meters away.

With great difficulty, I increased my pace and hid myself quickly inside the can. The footsteps got closer and stopped very close to the garbage can.

I could hear my heart pounding loudly, I cluctched the locket around my neck tightly and prayed silently for them to pass without looking inside the can.

The heavens seemed to have heard my prayers as it started to rain heavily.

"We've looked around and no trace of her"

"f**k!! Richard is going to be pissed"

"What do we do?"

"Let's go, keep looking and if you find her, kill her"

I listened to their conversation quietly and I could tell the same bastard that murdered my family was among them.

"Are you sure about killing the girl Nikolai?" One of them asked.

"Yes!! Kill the b***h" he replied.

So that was his name..'Nikolai' I won't forget that name or his face.

The smell in the can was unbearable, I fought the urge to retch and remained still. After spending what could have been hours inside the can, I was ready to get out. I listened quietly for footsteps or any sound but the night was dead, empty and quiet. I opened the lid and climbed out of the giant can. My whole body was numb from staying in an uncomfortable position for long and I could barely stand.

I pulled out my bag pack, repaired my cap and started limping forward.

Just when I was about to round a corner, I saw three of them. This time, they were wearing the same mask they had worn that night on their faces.

My blood ran cold and I turned back in an attempt to run but there were two masked men behind me. They spread out and surrounded me from all angles leaving me trapped in the center like a mouse. I couldn't fight them all because they were armed and I had nothing to use for my defense.

It was all over for me and I knew it.

Two of them walked towards me and tried to hold me. I threw my backpack on the ground and balled my fists, ready to fight.

They came closer and with swift movements, I landed a couple of kicks and punches on them.

Nikolai stepped towards me with rage and delivered a blow to my chest. It was so hard I heard my ribs crack.

Air left my lungs and I fought hard to breathe.

The two men used that to their advantage and held me in place.

Another blow was delivered to my stomach and a hard slap to my face.

The impact sent me to the cold wet ground and before I could process what was happening, I felt their shoes connecting with my body. The pain was unbearable, I wanted it to stop.

After a few minutes of the torture, it stopped and they started to walk away. I was covered in blood, beaten to a pulp. I tried dragging my body away from the scene and they laughed at my weak attempt to get away.

I kept crawling forward, then a pair of familiar shoes stepped in front of me, blocking my path. I lifted my head and forced my swollen eyelids open.

Standing in front of me was Richard with a sick satisfied smile plastered on his face.