Chapter 15

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"Open the door ! " I scream and bang on the door with as much force as I can muster . "Someone! Please help me!"

After a few more seconds of banging and shaking the poor piece of wood I finally give up . Tears stain my cheeks and my throat burns from screaming for over an hour to be let out .

"I didnt do anything wrong ."I whisper to myself as I sink back against the door in defeat.

*An hour before *

"Did you enjoy throwing your tantrum in there ?"

My muscles tense at the presence of Vincent at my side . His voice is low and threatening, reminding me of a predator threatening his prey.

"I dont know what you're talking about ."I sniff and refuse to look up at him .

Vincent's hand grips my upper arm and jerks me forward, forcing me to stand up . With the other hand he grabs my face and forces me to look up at his sinister expression.
"Look at me when I talk to you ."he growls .

I slowly nod and fight back the urge to pull away from the increasing pain in my arm and face as his grip on me tightens to prove a point .
"Sorry."I whine .

With one last look of warning he let's go of my face but keeps ahold of my arm and darts down the hall while dragging me along . I struggle to keep up with him as my shoes catch on the carpeting now and then ,causing me to stumble and get jerked forward by Vincent.

"Where are we going?"I ask , fear prominent in my voice .

"Nowhere special really . "He shrugs and stops in front of a random white door and looks down at me with a deadly frown on his face ."Just somewhere to keep you and make sure you dont do any more damage  while I fix your mistake."he hisses and opens the door before shoving me inside .

I fall onto my hands and knees , skinning the palm of my hands on the carpet in the process, and hear the door shut . I start panicking and get up and frantically pull on the door handle . "Vincent open the door!"I yell , still shaking the door handle as worse case scenarios pop into my head .

He wouldn't kill me right ? Not after what hes put me through .

"Vincent!" I scream and begin banging my fists on the door . "Someone!"

Back to the present

My gaze dances around the room . A measly closet with coats and blazers hanging on steel racks .

Who needs a whole room for blazers?

Vincent will get me soon . It doesnt take over an hour to apologize to someone . I didn't even do anything that bad !

Now that I think of it , I could've handled that better .

Why am I convincing myself that I'm in the wrong ?

I groan and rub my temples in irritation. "I'm going crazy ."

The sound of the door handle turning snaps me out of my moment of insanity . I jump to my feet and watch in relief as the door opens , letting the bright lights from the hallway peak through.

Finally .

The door swings open to reveal a very drunk Amariah who leans on the door with a glass of wine in her hand .
Her eyelids are droopy and a wet patch, of what I'm assuming is wine , darkens the material of her dress just by her breasts .

"God you're so loud."she hisses and turns to walk away while bringing the half empty glass of wine to her lips for another sip.

"Thank you so much ."I sigh in relief .
"If it weren't for you I probably would've died in there ."

Amariah cackled and wobbles as she walks  down the hallway "That's a little dramatic ."she hums and looks back at me and raises an eyebrow . "What're you following me for?"she slurs .

I stop in realization that I am in deed  following her .

Why am I following her ?

"I dont know."I confess and scratch my neck , anxious for the return of the man who locked me in a room without a second thought .

Amariah groans and stomps her foot .
"Fine . Let's get you a drink."she sighs and leads me down the hall back to where the main part of the lower floor is . "You look like you need it. "

I dont answer her , letting the silence speak for itself .

Never in a million years would I have thought that I'd ever be glad to be around Amariah .
Although her questionable alcohol intake , this might allow me to ask a few questions about her relationship with Vincent and see what she knows . I need anything I can to help me out of this mess .

We arrive at the kitchen where the cooks and servants have already finished cleaning . A few of them are hanging around sweeping up the dirt on the floor ."Take a seat girly ."she orders and sets her empty wine class down before wiggling her finger in the air as she sits down next to me .
"A bottle of wine with another glass Franklin. "She mumbles .

An old man drops his broom before scurrying over to one of the cabinets and pulling out a bottle of wine and grabs another wine glass . He carefully sets it down in front of us before pouring the deep red liquid into the glasses .

"Thank you ."I weakly smile at him before he rushes back to work .

"So-"Amariah starts and takes a sip of her wine . "-hows life with my husband?" She chuckles .

I lift the glass to my lips but cringe as I stare into the red color that reminds me of the sinful act I watched Vincent commit . I sip the wine that prings my tongue before speaking ."Terrible. He's the devil reincarnated. "I curse and look around the white kitchen.
"Where did he go after locking me away?"I ask .

Amariah shrugs and downs the rest of her wine ."He left with my father about an hour ago . Apparently they have some business to take care of."she explains as she pours herself another glass , filling it to the brim.

I stare at the blonde in curiosity. This version of her is way more friendlier than the bitch I've come to known.

Does she know about Vincent and all the murders he has committed?

"Amariah ...do you know exactly where Vincent putchases his paint ?"I ask carefully as I turn my head and look around the kitchen to make sure no one is around .

Amariah laughs and smacks the marbel countertop.  "Purchase ? He doesnt purchase his paint . He drains it from the veins of the innocent ."

She knows .

"You know?"I gasp , knocking over my glass . I watch as it shatters into pieces ,wine spilling everywhere and casting everything in a red tint.
I curse as glass shards cut my skin as the wine spills off the counter and drips onto my trousers . "Sorry."I apologize and get up to look for something to clean it up with.

"Yeah . So does my father. Why do you think Vincent's so scared of him? My father has the power to put Vincent behind bars with just a few words . "She answers me as she stands up and walks over to the wall where she rings a golden bell .
"The servants will clean up the mess . Just get yourself out of my sight."she sighs as she walks off with the wine bottle in her hand .

I stare at her receding figure with a frown on my face .

They know about Vincent and they haven't done anything to stop him ? Why would anyone who has the power to get rid of a murderer choose  to not go to the police ? Unlike me , they can do whatever they like as they have money and power .

There's got to be more to this .

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