Flawless Tragedies

By Victoria Medrano

“The devil lurks behind her angel eyes.”

Nicholas Snow, the multimillionaire and artist, came across the perfect idea for his next project. He grew up with gang members, drugs, and brutality. Now, as a grown man, he is seen as dangerous, evil, and mysterious for all the right reasons. His artwork consists of many deep, dark, and what some people call scary images. He is creative, he is handsome, and he is terribly troubled.

Angel is a flawless tragedy herself. She was left to defend herself, which she knew nothing of. She was abandoned, kidnapped, tortured, kept hidden away, and sold off. Despite everything, Angelina will never back down. The true definition of an angel is long gone when it comes to Nicholas.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Xlibris US
• Release date: Nov 2, 2018
• ISBN: 9781984561732

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Chapter I

I can tell you now, it’s a cruel, cruel world.

The rain fell hard on the cold, empty streets as I continue running as fast as I could. Running for my life. I was holding my injured shoulder tightly, applying pressure to stop the bleeding. My heavy breathing and beating heart are the only things that can be heard right now. Oh, and of course, the sound of my bare feet pounding against the wet cement.

Fuck! Someone in the distance shouted and along came the rumbling sound of the thunder with scary flashes of the lightning. I jumped in surprise and quickly turned the corner to put my back against a brick wall. My feet hurt like hell and so did my injuries, not to mention I am freezing since my thin top was half ripped. I started to inhale more and exhale just as much to steady my breath and calm myself down. I just wanted to escape those men and get out of here. In order to do that, I had to think clearly. It’s not something I can easily do, especially in the condition I am in.

Damn it. I tossed my head back and cursed under my breath. I didn’t have much time, their footsteps are louder and louder, which means they are closer. They are coming to get me. I couldn’t let that happen. I don’t want to end up like those other girls. No way.

No, not me. Not me.

Angel.. Angel come out here, darling. A husky voice calls my name in harmony that makes me close my eyes shut and take a deep breath in with my fist balled into my blouse. They were a lot closer than I thought and that scared me. I had to be extremely careful now. Alexander’s men were people you never mess with. They were strong, and very smart.

I know you’re here, Angel. I can smell that sweet scent for miles. I miss that sweet, angelic body of yours. The man, Ethan spoke and I rolled my eyes at his remark. He is disgusting. I slowly opened my eyes and looked carefully around the side to see the two men with their backs turned to me. They knew I was here and I had to get away from them as soon as possible. I can’t hide forever. Not here.

Where the hell is she? The sound came from the younger man with annoyance in his voice.

She’s here. I can feel it. Ethan replied, making me turn to my back in fear.

Get out of here, Angelina!!

Glistened to that voice inside my head and walked through the dark path, occasionally leaning on the wall beside me for support. The rain had poured stronger, which hurt and made it hard for me to see, but that didn’t stop me from moving. I have to get as far from here as possible. I looked behind me to see who was behind, and smirked to myself when I saw the path was clear. I was safe. I actually managed to escape them.

I did it. I whispered to myself in disbelief.

Escaping a situation like this, especially being chased by a couple of Alexander’s men is almost impossible, and I did it. Tears of joy fell down my dirty face and collapsed on the ground, bringing my knees to my head. I don’t want to go back to Alexander anymore. He is a cruel man who would do anything to get what he wants and this time, it just so happened to be me. He wanted me. I wiped my tears with the back of my hand and rubbed my palms on my jeans to provide some warmth. I really couldn’t believe how I ended up like this. Once, I had a home. With parents and even friends. Now, I have nothing. I was a girl who lived in the fifth alleys in London city and was chased by dangerous people. Still am. I became the center of attention of many people in Alexander’s circle when I ran away a month ago. Since then, I had been living in fear. Fear they’d find me and take me back there. It’s terrible..

It used to be a real home for me when my parents died, but that was only until I turned 18 last year. From then on, things changed for the worst and Alexander was no longer kind to me. I hate him. I really hated that man.

I hate him. I whispered to myself, rocking my body back and forth.

I was tired and couldn’t force my eyes open much longer. My eyes burn from lack of sleep and my eyelids are heavy. I really wanted to sleep, I needed rest, but I couldn’t. Not now. I feel I am still in danger and my eyelids force open from the reminder. However, it looks like tiredness had taken over and I couldn’t resist anymore. My eyelids shut and fell into a deep sleep but surely not peaceful since my dreams are haunted by his face and my screams.

When I woke up, I was in the same position. The rain had finally stopped and it looks like the sun is about to rise. My teeth were chattering and my whole body felt numb as the cold wind hit it, but being cold was the last thing on my mind. Actually, my full attention was on the person standing in front of me.

Ethan.

His tall, muscular body was hovering over my tiny figure. He has his arms crossed over his wide chest. His dirty blonde hair is wet and messy from the rain, his eyes were a pale green, intense and there was a small smirk, almost invisible played on his pink lips. He really was a handsome man, but his personality was far from it. They say looks can deceive and that is exactly the case with Ethan. He was the devil in disguise. The longer I looked at him, the more my heart pounded faster with every move he made. He slowly knelt down in front of me and parted his lips to speak, but instead pointed a finger at me disapprovingly and chuckled.

Please. I whispered, backing away and I’m sure he heard me.

I can’t believe you. You didn’t really think you could get away, did you? He asked sounding amused.

You should know better, Angel. He continued and caressed my cheek with the back of his hand. His tone was calm, but his eyes could give away just how angry he was.

Let me go, Ethan! I shouted, trying to look confident on the outside because on the inside, I was shaking like a scared puppy. He must have known because my words made him laugh.

Look at you, all brave and feisty. But really, we both know you’re afraid of me. He smirked and placed his hand on my bare wounded shoulder. I flinched and built up such courage to push him away from me. My injury is still fresh and it hurt a lot. If the cut was any deeper, I would have surely died of massive blood loss.

Tsk, tsk.. Don’t be a bad girl, Angelina. He roughly grabbed my forearm and forced me to stand on my feet with his body dangerously close to mine and my back against the brick wall. I gulped and tilted my head to look up at him.

Why are you doing this? I asked him, holding back tears. I wouldn’t cry in front of him. I don’t want to come off as weaker than what he already knows I am.

Because, it’s Alexander’s orders. I’ve missed you, Angel. Besides, Alexander thinks you’d make a ton of money working at the Dollhouse. He smirked at my shocked expression. The Dollhouse? No.

. No, Ethan, please. Don’t take me there, I don’t want to go there. I plead.

It’s not you who decides, babe. Besides, I think you’d look amazing in lace. Such a turn on. He whispered that last part in my ear and made my brown eyes dilate in fear. I tried to push him away from me with my hands but it was useless since he was much stronger. That angered me.

You monster! I yelled at him with disgust and spat in his face. He shut his eyes and turned his head to the side. I couldn’t help but think this was a perfect chance to run… If he wasn’t holding my hands down.

Bitch! He cursed at me, wiping away the saliva from his face and look at me with frustration. His expression soon faded away into a light smile upon his lips and laughing coldly.

You know, I have to admit, Angel. I like your attitude. It’s strong, but it’s going to change very soon. He says and with no warning, started pulling me by the hand forcing me to follow him. I fought back and I shouted out random things but he didn’t listen. Not that I expected him to or anything. Ethan was like a son to Alexander and was always very loyal to him. Anything Alexander wanted, Ethan would get it for him, so I’m not surprised he isn’t showing me any mercy.

I will never do what he wants. I hate you! I hate him! I wish you’d all die! I screamed at him and he turns his head without stopping.

Even though I love your little speech, I’d prefer if you shut the hell up.

Go to hell, Ethan! I told him, and just as I finished, there was a loud clamping sound against my skin making my head brutally whip to the left.

A gasp escaped my lips and I used my fingertips to rub it softly. He just slapped me ...hard. What the fuck? My eyes filled with tears but I don’t dare let them fall. He wants to see me weak and vulnerable. I won’t give him the pleasure, not yet.

That might leave a bruise. Yikes. He stated, carelessly. He took my arm forcefully and threw me like an object in front of the other man he was with before. I couldn’t recognize him.

She’s the one? The man who held me securely asked.

Yes. Ethan replied. Let’s go.

But she doesn’t look… Special. He spoke to Ethan. What does he mean? Special?

Ethan came up to me again and lifts my chin up to look at him before he speaks. He examines my face as he speaks. Oh, Steve. Under all this dirt, and filthy clothes hides a true angel. He ordered him and Steve immediately obeyed. He opened the trunk and pushed me in. I fell on my knees crawling to the corner and hug my body for protection. The young man looked at me curiously with his brown eyes, watching my every move and I try to avoid his intimidating stare.

So, an angel? Can’t wait to see it. He said with a wicked smile on his face and then closed the trunk. The sound of doors opening and closing shut echoes. The van moves soon after and I knew… They were taking me back.

Back to the real Devil.

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Chapter II

Keep your head up, keep your heart strong.

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The van came to a sudden halt as the door opened. Heavy footsteps can be heard against the gravel. I was sitting huddled in the corner, hiding my face with my long, stringy, brown hair. Suddenly the trunk opened and the light came in followed by his voice.

Wake up, sleeping beauty. Ethan’s cheery voice.

He is enjoying this. That bastard. I turned my head to look at him and he grins evilly while trying to reach out to me. His rough hands grip my ankle and easily pulled me towards him. I yelped in surprise and I started kicking my legs. I was hitting his chest hard with my feet, but I only got closer.

Would you stop, already? I’m trying to be nice, but you really make it hard. He let out a sigh and then effortlessly threw me over his shoulder. With his free hand, he closes the trunk and motions for the younger man, Steve to follow him. I stayed quiet, I didn’t say anything. I realized I was already too late and it was no use fighting it. We were just outside the Dollhouse and there is nothing I can do. I was defeated.

Ethan knocked on the big wooden door three times and it opened, letting us walk inside the place I see in my nightmares. Everything was just like I remembered it and there at the top of the grand staircase, stood the devil himself, Alexander.

Unexpectedly, I was brutally thrown onto the marble floor with a thud. My hands held me up as I tilt my head up to see Alexander descend the red carpeted staircase with his cringe worthy grace. His black hair was styled perfectly and away from his face. He was wearing his usual deep blue tux and shining black, polished shoes. His blue eyes stared at me intently and a sinister smirk spread across his face when he saw how scared I was. Adjusting his tie, he approaches us and stares down at me.

Look what we have here.. What a pleasure, Angelina. He exclaimed and I narrow my eyes at him. His eyes moved to Ethan, disapprovingly at him.

Now Ethan, what have I told you many times before? We never mistreat a lady. He scolded at him and helped me stand up on my feet, only to be struck on the cheek, the same cheek that was already burning from Ethan’s hand earlier. It sent me to the floor once again.

Unless, of course, they deserve it. He finishes, causing the men to laugh. My hands are shaking, not because of fear. I am angry.

I hate you. I managed to whimper out.

You know, Angel.. Your words might have hurt me if I actually gave a damn about how you feel. Alexander replied bitterly and played with the silver ring on his finger. The ring that once belonged to my father. It was the only thing I had to remember him by and it was gone. He noticed my staring and smiled.

Isn’t it beautiful?

I didn’t answer his question.

It once belonged to someone who didn’t deserve it. This ring was meant for someone brave. Not the weak, not a coward like Maxwell. Now, it’s exactly where it should be. He finished, making me intentionally more furious. I don’t like the way he talks about my father, not at all. My father was a good man. Strong, loving, and intelligent. His only mistake was he trusted the wrong people.

Why are you doing this? I asked.

Because i’m not a good man Angelina. I’m far from it. He looked above me and back at Ethan.

What do we do with her now? Ethan asked, and pulled me up to my feet, holding me this time.

Take her to Jazmine. She’ll know what to do with her. When she’s ready, bring her to me. Alexander ordered the men and I was immediately forced into a long corridor, eventually coming to a tall door with a sign that read Dolls.

Please, Ethan. Don’t listen to him. Don’t do this to me. I whispered.

He stares at me with a blank expression on his face, as if he were thinking about it. As the heavy door opened, he shoved me inside and shut the door behind him. I guess not. I started banging on the door, yelling for someone to open up.

Stop trying already! I heard a woman’s voice coming closer to me.

I turned around and saw a lady maybe in her late thirties. She sat in a chair with her legs up on a tall counter as she plays with her dyed red hair. Her face was all masked with makeup and her arm had a weird looking tattoo. From what I can see, her outfit wasn’t so great either. It barely covered her body and damn, she was pale. Too pale. She had to be a doll.. Or maybe a former doll?

Are you Jazmine? I asked as I took a few steps away from the door.

The one and only. She smiled faintly and stood up. So, i’m guessing Alexander brought you here? She asked.

I simply nod my head, and looked around the room to see where exactly I was. The studio-like room was painted blood red, and it was full of mirrors, clothes, makeup, shoes and all different sorts of things. Yet all I could think of was running. Run.. Run away and never come back. Don’t look back. Well, I can’t.

Girl, you look like a mess. What happened to you? Jazmine asked, catching my attention for the second time. She looked at my petite figure with her eyes narrowed.

It’s a long story. Answering honestly, I cleared my throat and spoke with more density to my voice. It actually felt good.

Fine then, let’s wash you up first. Come with me. She guided me to a bathroom in the back of the room. It was bigger than average and was painted a light pink.

Here, take a shower and when you finish, come back out so we can get started. There are towels in that closet along with everything you need. I’ll be waiting out here. She closed the door behind her and left me in the cold room. Maybe it was just me. I went to the closet she pointed out with a silver doorknob I could see my reflection in.. I really needed a shower. I grabbed a towel and hesitantly removed my torn blouse and pants, along with my bra and underwear and carefully stepped onto the freezing cold tiles. It sent shivers up my spine, so I twist the knob to release warm water. I let it fall onto my head and down my body. At first when the water hit my wounded shoulder, it stung, making me cringe. Soon enough, I let the water sit and it relaxes all of my muscles.

Fuck, I miss this relaxing feeling…

I took the shampoo and used it to rub on my scalp.

When was the last time I had one of these?

When I finally finished showering, I wrapped the towel around my body and walked out into the dressing room where she waited for me.

It’s about time. She complained.

Sorry… I said in a weak voice.

Let’s get you dressed then. I picked this out for you. Showing me a pair of matching, white lace bra and underwear set. I raised my eyebrows and looked at her.

I thought I was going to wear clothes. I said bluntly.

We don’t wear clothes here, hun. She replied, more direct than what it must have sounded. She tosses them to me along with a pair of transparent white stockings.

Well go on, I want to see how they look on you! Just to be sure on what to fix if anything.

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I don’t know about this. I said after I came from the dressing room. Her eyes widened and a smile formed on her dramatically red lips.

You look amazing! So innocent, and pure. This will sell. She exclaimed and nodded a bit.

I stiffen and I feel my stomach twist and turn at her words. Sell… I was disgusted. Jazmine noticed my sudden change in mood and lightly tapped my good shoulder.

I know just how you feel. Trust me. Inexperienced, scared, needing the money. Don’t worry, it’s something you naturally get used to. She says, trying to calm my nerves… That were still there.

This is exactly it. We are not the same. I don’t want the money, and I didn’t choose to be here. I had no choices. I didn’t get to make a decision like she did. I am left in the hands of Alexander. I am only a toy in his mind. A toy he can do whatever he wants with. Anything. I had nothing to stop him.

It’s not easy. I whispered.

I know sweetie, but… She motioned her hand to sit on the cushioned stool and I sat upon it without another word. Maybe she was right. Maybe I just had to accept it. I am not getting out of here. Ever.

I am thinking of doing something light. Not too much. You already have flawless skin, so i’m just going to make your eyes pop a bit. I want you to look innocent and pure. Oh, and we can cover this here. She referred to my scratched shoulder. Well, more of a gouge. I simply nodded and let her continue doing her job as I remained quiet the whole time. The makeup felt like an hour while my hair felt like another hour. It was a lot compared to what she has made it sound like.

And we’re finished. She exclaimed excitedly. I sat up tall and exhaled closing and opening my eyes. At that moment, the heavy door swung open, making me jump out of the seat and stiffen. How embarrassing it was when I saw it was Ethan who was standing with his fingers tapping against the black, wooden door frame and his bottom lip under his top row of teeth. I saw his eyes rave me from my head to my toes.

Fuck, Angel. You look sexy. He says with a cocky smirk. His eyes never left me and all I did in response was cringe and roll my eyes at him.

Oh, don’t be like that, babe. I just complimented you. He says with a chuckle.

Fuck you, Ethan. I scoff at him but surprisingly, he wasn’t pissed off at all. He was amused, and that pissed me off. Damn it.

I know you want to Angel but, there’s no time now. Alexander is waiting to see you. He took my hand without warning and I tried to stay as far away from him as I let him guide me up the gigantic, black marble staircase with a soft red carpet through the middle of it.

And remember, Angel. Behave. He glanced and I glare back. Once we made it to the top, Ethan knocked three times on Alexander’s tall office door. I look down at my feet and I try to breathe steadily. Its loud enough to hear the voice on the other side allowing an entrance so I looked up again. Ethan was gone, he left me there and I was chilled. The voice on the other side was aggravated and I was forcing myself to push the door open slowly, stepping into the big office. I wrapped my arms around my naked torso in hopes of covering as much as I can. It was not helping, not at all. I just wanted to cry. I didn’t want this. I never wanted this. I hated this. Most of all, I hated the man who stood before me. He resembled my father so much. They look so much alike, yet are completely different from each other.

You look lovely, Angelina. A beautiful young lady. He says with a smile that he faked. I knew that mask too well. He fooled me once. I won’t ever let that happen again.

Why did you want to see me? I said, more than asked. I raised my eyebrows and appeared confident. I wasn’t. I couldn’t let him see me weak. I need to show my strong attitude I know I have in there. He wants that but I won’t give it to him, not yet.

Just like your mother. He says softly. What the hell does he know about my mother?

You know nothing of her. I whispered calmly, making him chuckle.

Oh, but I know more than you think. He approaches me, playing with my curls a bit and pushing it away from my face. One hand is caressing my cheek and he studies my face closely.

You look a lot like her. He used his thumb and brushes it against my glossed lips. He looks as if he was almost amazed with the words he just said, and immediately holds his hands behind his back and stood up straight clearing his throat, narrowing his eyes at me.

Don’t worry. Your like a daughter to me, Angelina. He said.

That’s no way to treat a daughter, Alexander. Forcing her into something like this. Into something she would rather die before this. Either way, you wouldn’t deserve her. You’re a monster! I raised my voice at the end.

Aren’t you sweet.. He plants his palms on my shoulders turning me around to the other wall where there was a tall, full body mirror with a golden border. It was the first time I’ve seen myself since I was with Jazmine. I almost didn’t recognize myself. It was like another person staring back at me. The small, homeless, dirty girl was gone. She was a beautiful, young lady. I was scared with what I saw, but at the same time I think I liked it.

Look at yourself. This is you now. You’re a doll. You belong to me, you will work for me, and you my dear will make lots of money. You’ll make me rich. Do you understand? He said, shaking my shoulders a bit. I gulped and let out a shaky breath.

I worked for him…

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Girls, line up, here quickly! Jazmine exclaimed, clapping her hands and I saw all the girls scurry immediately to form a line in front of the door. I didn’t know what was happening, I looked around and didn’t move. Being confused and alert, I just waited to see what would happen.

Don’t you listen, Angelina? Come on, let’s go. Jazmine instructed me, smiling wide as if she was so happy she was to burst.

What’s going on? I asked Jazmine, hesitantly.

Oh, I never got to tell you. We have a client coming so every Doll is to be presented there. He would look to pick and choose the Doll he will take for the night. Don’t worry, you don’t stay forever but when you do come back, he’ll make sure he has the money promised. She explained, and I nodded slowly, taking in all the information and made my way to the line.

At this point I was terrified. I was getting plenty of dirty looks and some of them were whispering different things to me. I stood up tall and closed my eyes that opened when the door in front of us had opened.

He’s here, I heard someone whisper. There were gasps and heavy whispering along with heavy footsteps.

Mr. Snow, these are the Dolls. I heard Jazmine say, although I didn’t hear a reply. I couldn’t see from this angle but I don’t think I wanted to either. I just kept my head down and wanted to be invisible right now.

My heart was beating faster with every second that passed. I felt like I couldn’t breathe, especially when a pair of black boots came into view. A large hand pushed my hair to the side and held my chin between two fingers. He tilted my chin up to look up at him, but all I could see was Green. It’s the exact moment in which I forgot everything what was happening around me.

Beautiful Green Eyes.

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Chapter III

And those eyes… I lost myself in them.

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Beautiful Green Eyes.

It felt like I was lost in them. They were so captivating and were being framed by long, dark lashes that emphasizes the bright green color. They were light, but they had a dark shadow to them. He was hiding something and it seems like he’s hiding a lot. My eyes drifted slowly to look at the man’s face and I observed him taking in every detail about his face, his pink plump lips, which looked so smooth yet so firm. His jaw was almost clenched and you can see his cheek bones under his fair skin. His dark eyebrows knitted together as he stared at me intently. He was a handsome man, indeed. Breathtaking.

I hadn’t realized how long I was staring at him but, when his hand let go of my chin, he stood up straight and gave me a better view of Jazmine in the back looking anxious at this man. I immediately looked down to my feet to avoid all the intense stares. Mr. Snow walked away from me and that’s when I built up the courage to look up at him again. He was lean and tall with wide shoulders, and his hair was long and curly. Although everything about him seems to be beautiful, he was definitely mysterious. There’s something about him that just doesn’t feel right. Maybe it was his aura. It is telling me he might just be the dangerous type.

I’d like to speak with Alexander, miss Jazmine. He directed towards Jazmine, but was facing me, watching me. Focused on me. The difference between Ethan and Mr. Snow was that this man didn’t make me feel so low of myself. Ethan was cocky. He was, fascinated. With me?

That was the first time he spoke since he walked into this place. I was not at all surprised by his voice. Raspy and deep to match his looks. His dark suit and dress pants show nothing but authority. I knew that he was someone important or just wealthy. Jazmine looked at him with wide eyes and lips parted, not sure of how to reply. For some reason she was taken back by his request and I don’t understand why. Was it because he called Alexander by his first name and no one else does?

Was he displeased?

S-sure, but why? She stuttered and smiled nervously.

Just take me to him. He said, sounding more demanding this time. Jazmine nodded her head, not wanting to make the rich client angry.

Just follow me. She said in a low voice and was about to start walking before he spoke again, stopping her.

I want her to come, too. He sternly exclaimed and I knew that he was referring to me.

I felt everyone’s eyes on me and shifted uncomfortably my weight from my left foot to my right as I bit my lip, a habit I always do when i’m nervous.

Her? Jazmine asked with raised eyebrows and he nodded his head. She motioned for me to come closer and when I did, she took my hand in her sweaty one and started walking with Mr. Snow following right behind us. That moment, I felt like I was the prey and Mr. Snow the predator. I have already known that he was checking out my body because I can feel his eyes on me. The fact I wasn’t wearing any proper clothes made me feel even worse.

We reached the staircase and started ascending the stairs. When we came to the last step, I lost my balance and my foot slipped causing my body to go backwards. I let out a small squeal, small enough where I think only I could hear. I expected to collide on the marble floor and hurt myself. Instead, an ice cold hand was placed on my bare back, pushing me back and helping me steady myself.

Careful these stairs are dangerous. Jazmine warned me.

Well isn’t it a bit late for that...

I put my hand over my chest and looked behind me to see the green-eyed man stand there with a blank expression on his face. He had just saved me from falling who knows how many feet high and he behaves like nothing happened.

Thank you. I murmured but he didn’t even blink, or say a word. Instead he cleared his throat and clenched his jaw.

Shall we continue? Was the only thing he asked. I turned back around and started walking until we finally reached Alexander’s office. Jazmine knocked on the door lightly three times.

A secret knock or something?

She opened the door and steps inside.

Alexander, sir? There is someone who wants to speak with you. She told him.

Bring ‘em in. Alexander’s voice was heard and without wasting a second, Mr. Snow’s long legs started taking big steps into the office.

I followed him inside, closing the door behind us and when I turned around I could see Alexander’s blue eyes looking at me as a frown appeared on his face. He was quick to replace it with a fake smile and extended his hand out for the younger man to shake.

Glad to see you again, Mr. Snow. He greeted him and Mr. Snow nodded his head not saying much. From what I understand, he isn’t so talkative. Much rather cold and distant.

Please, sit. Alexander said, pointing to the armchair in front of his desk.

Mr. Snow unbuttoned a few of his suit before fixing it and sat down with such grace. I myself stood in the corner of the room with Jazmine next to me, both silent. Even though I was confused as to what was going on and wanted to ask questions, I knew better than that. This is no time for me to speak, and maybe never would.

So why did you want to see me? Alexander asked, taking a sip of his expensive wine and then set it down again.

The younger man entwined his fingers and came a bit forward, preparing himself to speak. I really wanted to know what he wants to say since it was involved with me too. I looked with fear in my eyes at Jazmine and she only gave me a little smile, but I knew that smile wasn’t reassuring. It looked more like she pitied me.

I’ll get straight to the point, I want one of your Dolls with me. And to be exact, I want her. He said slowly in a deep voice and Alexander nodded as he gave me a quick glance.

Angel? My Angel? But why would you want to speak to me about this? It’s not like you haven’t been here before and I’m sure you know the rules Mr. Snow. He told him with a smirk on his face and rested on the back of his leather chair with golden handles that round at the end.

They Know Each Other…

Well the difference is that this is no one night stand. Mr. Snow explained, resting his elbows on the arm of his chair and mimicking Alexander.

What does that mean?

I want the girl, four months. He said, and my eyes widened and so did everyone else’s in the room and it’s quiet now. Mr. Snow never broke intense eye contact with Alexander.

Alexander’s eyes narrowed at him, trying to read his face and then started laughing lightly to himself, but he saw Mr. Snow’s face was blank and being serious.

You’re joking, right?

Actually, I’m very serious. He replied casually, again with a straight face.

You have clearly gone mad, this is not going to happen. It is against our policy rules. Alexander yelled, slamming his fist on the wooden, polished desk but Mr. Snow didn’t even flinch.

He wasn’t scared of him… not at all. I have to admit, it was fun to watch them. Everyone feared Alexander, but that mystery man did not.

You and I both know you don’t follow the rules Alexander. And we also know that in the end, you give in because money interests you more than some stupid rule. Alexander looked at him amazed, he wasn’t expecting that answer.

Okay, but find another Doll.

I’d rather not. I want her. Mr. Snow insisted.

Then I think there’s nothing more to discuss here. She will cost you a fortune and you don’t have that kind of money.

I think you’re underestimating me, Alexander. He smirked and searched in his pocket for something.

Maybe this would change your mind? The younger man said, taking a piece a paper from his pocket and put it on top of the desk for Alexander, who immediately took it and read it. His pale eyes widened and he smiled, shaking his head lightly.

I have to say it’s impressive, but… He paused and took a pen, writing down on the paper a bunch of scribbles. Numbers, I guess.

This. Can you ever meet up to my expectation? He finished and handed it back to Mr. Snow. His face was expressionless as he skimmed through but, I couldn’t tell what he was thinking.

Done. He simply says and Alexander smiles big, showing off his white teeth. His gaze remained on Mr. Snow and he raised his hand towards Jazmine’s and I direction. At that point, I wasn’t confused anymore and I understood everything. I was sold…

Prepare her.

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My mind was racing with all different thoughts. why was that man so interested in me? Why did he want me to stay around for four months? He was so determined to get what he wanted but still, was I worth all that money? I’m sure the number Alexander wrote down wasn’t so small. What could he possibly want from me?

You know exactly what he wants, Angelina.

I shook my head, trying to clear my mind and concentrated on putting my clothes on that Jazmine gave me to wear.

Are you done yet, Angel? Jazmine asked me from the other side of the curtain. I quickly zipped up my dress, if you want to call it that, and slid the thin material open to see her standing there with her arms crossed over her chest which pushed her boobs up dramatically.

Seriously? It was a single dress? She complained.

Sorry, I was just thinking about some things and I guess lost track of reality. I apologized and she sighed, taking my hand in hers and leading me back to the Dolls’ room.

I know this is all new to you, but… She trailed off.

The door opened and we walked inside and as soon as we did, everyone’s attention turned to us, especially me. Some of the girls stared at me with anger or maybe even jealousy. Others seem to look sorry for me or pity me. Jazmine placed her palm on my back and pushed me forwards so I could start walking.

Don’t you worry about them. She whispered to me so only I could hear and motioned for me to sit in the same cushioned stool I was in the first time around.

I’m scared. I confessed.

You should be! Someone said and I know it wasn’t Jazmine.

In front of me walked another girl around my age. Her cat-like eyes were filled with hatred and looked down at me with disgust like I was a piece of trash.

Loren, leave the girl alone. Jazmine told her.

I was just trying to warn her, Jaz. She has the right to know to-

Just leave, go go. Jazmine interrupted. She pushes this girl but she wouldn’t budge, and I honestly didn’t want her to. This girl despite the fact she didn’t like me seemed to know a lot of things about the mysterious man and I was more than willing to listen for my own knowledge. After all, I was going to stay with him for a long time.

No, wait. Tell me who he is. I spoke and the brunette gave Jazmine a victorious smile before looking back at me.

He’s Nicholas Snow… He’s that psycho artist. He also owns a few companies. She said, making my eyes widen.

What do you mean by psycho artist?

I mean that he’s an actual artist, he paints things. But the things he paints aren’t something you’d expect. They are crazy, and most importantly, scary. She started explaining and I felt my heartbeat increase. I gulped and nodded for her to continue.

It’s the third time he’s been here, the last girl he took with him was found dead the morning after.

D-dead? I asked with a trembling voice and she was about to speak again before Jazmine forcefully used her arm to push her away from me.

That is enough. She said strictly. Loren looked at me one last time with a softer facial expression and turned her back to walk away.

Are those things true? I asked Jazmine, standing up from my chair. She seems hesitant, like she doesn’t know what to say about it. Only her eyes told me that my fears were true. He was a terrible man.

We have to go, he’s waiting for you. She said and grabbed my arm to follow her.

We got out of the room and walked downstairs to the entrance of the Dollhouse where Alexander stood with Mr. Snow, talking. The younger man brought his hand to his face and rubbed lightly on the short stubble over his chin and licked his pink, heart-shaped lips before saying something to Alexander but I couldn’t hear what.

I couldn’t understand how someone so beautiful can be so evil.

Sinister.

All the good thoughts I had about him were gone, they have vanished. I thought it might have been better to go with him than to stay in this place. Now, I think I’d rather stay here. That’s saying a lot! It seems like wherever I go, I end up in hell.

Here you are. Alexander exclaimed as he saw me and that made Mr. Snow’s attention turn to me. His green eyes focused on my face and were staring so intensely it looks as if he were staring at my soul. I lowered my head and approached them slowly.

You are free to leave now. Oh, and Angel, behave yourself. Alexander said, taking my chin softly for a show and then releases, jerking my head to the side. I sharply inhale with my eyes closed and my nose flaring, clenching my jaw. Of course, in front of authority figures he’d make me seem like nothing. I roll my eyes with attitude and turn away, facing a black car.

I mean it. Alexander says sternly.

Don’t worry. I’ll make sure. Mr. Snow said, with his deep voice. I could’ve sworn I heard a slight chuckle to himself. What does that supposed to mean? I don’t like the sound of that.

Behave myself…

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Chapter IV

The crave you fear to enter holds the treasure you seek.

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Fear.

Fear was the only emotion I felt at that moment. My eyes met briefly with Alexander’s and I didn’t miss the satisfaction they were holding, he was filled with joy since he got what he wanted.

Money..

That was the only purpose of bringing me here in the first place. He said I would bring him lots of money, and that’s exactly what happened. The younger man must have given him a large number, or else Alexander would never had agreed. I’m his prized possession and he will stop at nothing to keep me under his watch. So he said. Alexander gave me a cringe worthy smirk and turned his back, walking away from us in the room and said nothing more. Mr. Snow walked past me and held open the entrance door for me.

Let’s go. He simply says, keeping a serious face that seemed to never break.

I nodded slowly and made my way towards him. I didn’t even care to glance at Jazmine, who I’m sure was still standing there looking at me.

Once I stepped outside, the cold breeze hit my skin and I shivered, mentally cursing Jazmine for not giving me a coat. Soon though, I felt someone’s presence behind me, sending me a kind of warmth and Mr. Snow’s hot breath was fanning over my exposed neck. Only then did I realize he was hovering over my shoulder. I spun around in surprise and fear, only to have my eyes met by his firm jaw at first, but then I looked up at his face and his green eyes were looking at me intensely. A small frown plays on his face.

Are you cold? He asked, his face expressionless.

Just a li-little. I stammered.

Damn it Angelina, don’t stutter.

I had to look confident and appear sexy according to Jazmine but if anything, I feel the exact opposite.

Something about him made me feel afraid of him, of what he was capable of. At the same time I felt more safe being around him than with Alexander.

It’s his appearance and the way he looks at me with those dark, yet beautiful eyes, they suffocate me and i’m sure i’m not alone in this. I cannot stare at them too long, otherwise I feel he can .. Possibly see through my soul, or read my thoughts. My thoughts…

How embarrassing. He’s intimidating, but very appealing.

Of course you are, look what your wearing. He said, pointing to my outfit. I was confused and kind of irritated at how rude he was being.

Excuse me? You- I started, but then cut off.

Guidry! He called out, even though there was no one around. I couldn’t believe what was happening. I was just standing outside the Dollhouse with a complete stranger whom I remind myself of the fact I will be with this man for four months, and now the same man was calling out to someone in the middle of nowhere. What the hell?

After a while, a black BMW was parked in front of us and out came a man around his mid-twenties wearing all black. He obviously worked for Mr. Snow. He fixed his costume and then raised his head to look at us as he approached. He was quite adorable with his long lashes, brown eyes and a bit of a baby face. He smiled at Mr. Snow and ran a hand through his shorter black hair and looked at me.

Are we ready Mr. Snow? He asked, with a surprisingly heavy english accent.

Yes, Guidry. We’re ready. Mr. Snow replied as he glanced at me. Guidry smiled again and held the door open for us to slide in. Thank you. I told him as I got in carefully and he nodded with a smile.

Mr. Snow comes in after me, but didn’t say anything to Guidry and kept quiet. Hasn’t anyone ever taught him his manners? I positioned myself away from him and held onto the ends of my cloth wrap of a dress down with my hands. It was short and would roll up if I didn’t. The car was warm inside and I immediately relaxed letting out a small sigh.

The man next to me kept still like a stone and turn his head away to look at the window as the car was now driving away from that horrible place and into Mr. Snow’s house, which i’m sure will end up being similar to the Dollhouse. I gulped and started playing with my fingers nervously, trying not to make eye contact with anyone. My plan was ruined and when I looked in front of me and was met by soft brown eyes, staring back at me in the rear view mirror. Guidry.

The ride was pretty long to be honest, and I was getting really tired and sleepy. I would give everything to turn back time and see myself resting on my bed, in my house, with my mom and dad coming to check on me if I was alright. But that’s never going to happen. They are both gone and i’m not that little girl anymore.

We’re here. Someone’s voice interrupted my thoughts.

I turned my head to look at them, only to find Mr. Snow out of the car, holding the door open for me. When did the car even stop? I must have been too lost in my own world. I quickly got out and fixed my dress before looking at the amazing sight in front of me.

This house was huge.

I had never seen anything like this before. He must be really rich and that leads to two things. He must be truly talented, or just lucky.

The mansion wasn’t completely new, he must’ve inherited it from his parents or something. Even though it was not new, it still managed to look amazingly beautiful. It was black, but mysterious, just like it’s owner, with a beautiful green garden and big oak trees. A cobblestone walkway was leading to the front door, and a few cage lanterns in the form of spheres hang next to it, making the look more welcoming.

Follow me. Mr. Snow said and started walking as the large gate behind us closed automatically, leaving the car and Guidry behind it. I walk fast, trying to keep up with him and at the same time observing the place.

He owns all this.

Once we were near the door, it opened wide and we were greeted by an elderly woman who smiled at Mr. Snow and politely stepped on the side for us to walk in. She was short, but slim and elegant, her honey brown with grey strands was up in a neatly made