TRAGIC II
At 9 o'clock in the evening, Dieu wasn't able to come home. His parents didn't wait for him in the dining hall except for Mischa and their Grandpa who just sat quietly at the long table. The Headmistress and Head Butler of the family stood behind them. Mischa was sitting on the left side of her grandfather, anxious while waiting for her brother's call. She called him several times but the young man did not answer her calls. Her hands were frosty cold and her skin slowly turned pale as the wave of nervousness struck her. She is damn worried sick for her brother. She was restless in her seat. The dark and ominous presence of his grandfather added to her worrisome. The cold atmosphere his grandfather emanate crept into her veins. Don Zagreus' dark expression is evident on his face.
'I fucking knew it.' Eyebrows slightly knitted, Mischa curses inside her mind. 'He's acting weird earlier and I just ignored it. Damn it. I hope nothing bad happened to him today and he can go home tonight. I don't fucking care even if I wait here for a long time as long as he gets home safely.' Mischa added, she can't help but pray for her brother.
Two minutes later, someone knocked on the door of the dining hall. The Head Butler quickly opened it. Smiling, Mischa stood up thinking Dieu has arrived but to her dismay, it was Aslanov's Consigliere Lucian who entered and sat on the right side of his grandfather.
"He's dead," Lucian said without hesitation. Mischa shifted her gaze at his grandfather who still had the same expression on his face, cold and unconcerned.
"I expected it." Don Zagreus responded, eyes completely devoid of emotion. He then rose from his seat.
"Let's do your suggestion." Don Zagreus added and start walking out of the dining hall. Lucian and the Head Butler followed after him. Mischa was left alone with the Headmistress.
"Who's dead exactly?" Mischa asked, hands clenched on the table napkin. She had an idea of who it was, but she didn't want to accept it. That question will remain until she finds no corpse of him.
"Young Master Mischa, eat now." The Headmistress gently said as the young lady sighed heavily. Mischa stared at the delicious food on the table but she had no appetite. Her famished vanished and felt weakened.
"I do not believe," Mischa whispered in a firm tone.
"And stay further." She coldly warned the Headmistress and rose from her seat. Mischa kicked the big and heavy table with all her might, which immediately overturned and spilled all the food and broke all the dishes to the floor. She left the dining hall without uttering a word. The Headmistress was left alone, smiling at what the lady had done. She was proud and impressed by Mischa's physical strength that if nothing bad had happened to Dieu, she might even give her applause. The Headmistress summoned the maidservants and cleaned up the young lady's mess.
Yelena, with binoculars put on her eyes, saw everything like crystal clear and was smiling from ear to ear as the fire slowly died down after it engulfed and burned the vehicles to ashes. The firemen arrived at the place immediately to put out the fire, and it was confirmed that there were no survivors of that explosion. The crime scene was too horrible to describe.
"Easy kill." Yelena triumphantly said and a burst of evil laughter echoed throughout the night. A tear formed in the left corner of her as she was deeply pleased after witnessing the tragic death of Dieu.
"My first good laugh," Yelena added, catching her breath and giggling. Victoria, whose knees were shaking in fear after what she saw, just remained silent and sat inside Yelena's car. She couldn't believe her eyes. She could feel her throat dry up. She was so stunned to speak and couldn't throw a single glance at Yelena who was now merrily rejoicing outside.
"What kind of demon I made a deal with? This is hell."
Victoria whispered to herself. She did not suffer at the hands of the twisted and sadistic billionaire who bought her from the CION brothel. Yelena saved her and granted her everything she wanted in exchange for her loyalty and following her orders. Victoria finds this task so easy as she especially loathes Sumire and she wants to destroy her image and reputation. But it didn't occur to her mind she would witness the actual deaths of Yelena's enemies in her own eyes. And the worst thing is that her life is at her mercy. She can't fucking do anything without Yelena's words.
Victoria vividly remembered how his mother had sold her to Cion Brothel. She grew up witnessing her mother's odd job, selling her body. Her mother is a cheap street prostitute and she also brings customers to their dilapidated home. While young Victoria was sleeping on the other side of the bed with only a curtain blocking the view so that the men her mother brought to the house could not see her. She hears all the loud lewd noises, and slapping of fleshes every single night and she bears all of it until she reaches sixteen. One of her mother's customers defiles her purity and rapes her. The mother did nothing at all as her rapist paid her a large sum of money.
Victoria's mother stopped selling flesh and started looking for customers for her daughter. There was nothing else she could do but obey everything she wanted, especially since she was chained to the bed. She was brutally gang-raped by a group of nasty old men. Victoria endured everything while waiting for the chance to escape. She did many attempts but failed several times until she reached eighteen and her mother took her to the CION brothel.
"I didn't get in here because I didn't meet their standard but because of you."
Her mother coldly said while they were in a room waiting for the owner of the Brothel. Victoria has grown up beautifully. Surely, she would be the top courtesan and will bring fortune to her mother.
"I should have aborted you back then. You are the biggest mistake I have made in my entire life. How dumb I am that I believed in your father's lies that he would lift me out of poverty. But I don't care anymore as I already killed him." Her mother added in loathe.
"Do you know what I did to him? I cut his throat, pulled his eyes out, and buried him behind our house. His body makes a good fertilizer in our garden." Stiffened, Victoria's hand shaking uncontrollably in anger. Her mother was unaware she has secretly recorded everything her brutal confession on her phone.
Victoria has longed to see her father but her mom selfishly takes that right away from her. Her hands clenched on her phone when the owner of CION, Creux Morosov, arrived. He's too young to be the owner of an elite brothel but she doesn't care anymore. Victoria could feel her life will change for good from this place.
"Fresh good for a reasonable price."
Victoria turned to her mother, flashing a greedy smile at the man. She could visibly see the money sparkles in her eyes. Creux looked at her. He had no expression on his face and narrowed his eyes, carefully scrutinizing Victoria's appearance, from the head down to the toe.
"Fifty thousand." Creux priced her and Victoria saw the dissatisfaction on her mother's expression. She obviously did not like the price Creux offered to her.
"How about one hundred thousand?" Her mother suggested flashing a smile again. She tried to pull an avaricious scheme knowing the man has a tremendous amount in his pocket. Creux remains apathetic and unconcerned.
"Twenty-five thousand." The young man said making her mother alarmed. Creux is stubborn and the woman knows that she will never win over Creux so she agrees quickly before he changes his mind and no longer buys her daughter, Victoria.
"Deal. Fifty thousand." Her mother accepted with a smile without throwing a glance at Victoria. Her eyes were greedily shining as she accepted the cash that Creux paid her. Her mother leaves the brothel without even saying goodbye. She completely slipped in mind that Victoria holding her phone where her confession was recorded.
When there is no trace of her mother in the place, Victoria asked Creux to imprison her mother in exchange for her working without pay in the brothel.
Creux did not agree to her offer that she would work for free but he still imprisoned her mother using the recording on the phone and evidence in the garden where his father's bones lies.
Her life in the brothel was going well. But Victoria wants to change her life. She wants to fulfill her dream of becoming an actress. She goes with a billionaire old man who is a regular customer of the brothel and had a connection in the entertainment industry.
Victoria thought that her life would be better but the old man has a twisted and sadistic side. Her life turned hell in his hand and she feels like she has returned to the past where she was still with her mother. Victoria was subjected to severe torture, she has even raped again by several men while the old man looked at him like a demon. They even made porn film of her.
She tried to call Creux to ask for help but the old man broke her connection outside. Her phone was destroyed and every gadget she could use to contact Creux. But one day Yelena came to the hell hole she was in. She bought her from the old man.
And now it was very different from what she had experienced before. She felt she had been killed several times.
"Victoria, how was the task I'm asking you to do?" Yelena entered the car again. The fireman in the distance has successfully put out the fire and now perusing the debris of the explosion. Victoria wanted to throw up but she just held herself back.
"I'm doing m-my best." Victoria stammered to answer her question which made Yelena laugh boisterously again.
"Of course you do." Yelena started the car and drive away from the place victoriously. Her men quickly followed them.
...............
The morning came, the sun is bright, and the sunlight is warm peeking through the opened curtains dancing in the gentle morning zephyr wind. The birds keep chirping, and the breeze is cool. On the high-end chair, Sumire, sipping on her coffee along with her mother, Lunaire, and Eiryss were serenely having their breakfast when they were greeted by bad news.
They were watching the news when suddenly a flash of a break report appeared on the screen.
"The unidentified seven people died in a massive car accident...."
The aftermath scene of the accident was shown on the news. The disturbing footage was also broadcasted on different media platforms. The seven unrecognize corpses were lined up on the edge of the road, while the police and other local authorities were waiting for the relatives to identify the deceased. Even though the burnt white car was crushed in the middle, Sumire still recognized the car, her eyes caught the plate number.
"Oh my God," Sumire exclaimed, dropping her glass, spilling the coffee on the floor. Eyes widened staring at the screen as the corners of her eyes started to redden. "No..he can't be-"
"Sumire, how many glasses are you going to break?" Eiryss asked worriedly as she quickly get the dustpan to scope the pieces of broken glasses scattered on the floor.
"I'm sorry," Sumire said and blink the tears away.
"Do you know any of those people, honey?" Her mother, Lunaire asked, worriedly glancing at her daughter looking like a frozen statue noticing her reaction upon seeing the news.
"Yes. A good friend of mine." Sumire responded. She pick up the phone and dialed Mort's number. His phone kept ringing but the hunk didn't answer her call. The third time she called, someone answered. It wasn't Mort but Klauss.
"What?" Klauss asked in an annoyed tone. He seemed to be in a bad mood. She knows Klauss certainly had cursed the world due to his temper, sarcasm, and impatient but something is different from his tone right now.
"D-dieu..." Sumire could barely utter a word as she was about to burst into tears. Her tone trembled as she bite her lower lip.
"Is he okay?" Klauss asked but that question was not meant for Sumire but for the person he was talking to wherever he was right now.
"I think-"
"I'm not talking to you." Klauss cut off what she was going to say.
"If you don't have anything important to say. I'll hang up." Before Sumire could answer him, Klauss rudely ended the call.
"What's happening?"
