Chapter 16: ★KILLER★

    ~Chapter 16~

    Killer~killer~ killer.

    The words spun around my head, haunting me, growing more louder and rapid.

    "I wasn''t the one who killed"

    "But you were the cause."

    "Stop. Get out of my head, just go away to wherever you crawled fro...."

    "Katya!"

    Ouch, I yelped in pain as the knife sliced my middle finger, quickly pulling my hand to my lip to suck on the wound. I looked to my side to see Miss Stella frowning at me but amusement dancing in her eyes.

    "I said help me with the veggies, not add more flavor," she said with a smile, walking over to me.

    She pushed me over to the sink, turned on the faucet, and made me put my cut underneath.

    It had been three days since the incident, and three days since I last saw him – my tormentor.@@@@

    Yeah, I said it; he was my tormentor, dragging the position with my dead father.

    Remembering how he had brought that horrible gift made me want to puke. How heartless could he be to do that to his own man, just to make me break? Or what?

    "You should be more careful, I don''t want your beautiful skin all injured; your wrist is still healing." Miss Stella said while wrapping a cloth over, which I don''t know how she got it so fast, over the cut, closing it.

    Beautiful, sureeeeee, Sarcasm.

    She glanced at me briefly before responding, "When we get a day off. We all have a room here and only go out on a day off." Her words implied that staff members were largely confined in this estate.

    And that leads me to, How the hell am I going to leave, when only if it''s a day off and considering I''m a different case, how am I going to get a day off?

    "So, we can''t just leave?" I pushed for more information.

    Miss Stella''s expression was neutral, but her tone hinted at a warning. "Not without permission, dear." We finished filling the first trolley with the food and I asked my next question, trying to sound nonchalant. "Who do we ask for a day off?"

    Miss Stella''s eyes snapped to mine, piercing. I bet she is wondering why I was asking about days off when I''d only just started working at the estate.

    "You can only get a day off once a month," she said finally, "and only with Mr. Salvatore''s personal assistant''s approval." Nope, I''m never getting a day off then but I filed away the information, already thinking of my next question.

    "How many people live here, just in the main house?" Miss Stella looked at me, like really looked at me with narrow eyes and a hint of suspicion. Damn, Was I being too obvious with my question, or was my questions getting too many?

    "At least 50, but that''s for another time, dear. Let''s take this to the dinner hall." She clearly dismissed my question and began pushing the first trolley. I followed with the second.

    We entered the dinner hall and I took in the grandeur of the room. A single dining table dominated the huge space, with - I quickly counted- 20 seats arranged around it, making me wonder about the smaller number of seats and Miss Stella''s earlier statement about 50 people living here.

    Did the remaining 30 people - at least, according to Miss Stella''s count - consist of servants or others that were deemed as less important? This was obviously my first time entering the dining hall.

    "Quickly, help arrange them onto the table before they arrive." Some other maids were already present and We began to arrange the meals.

    The dinner hall doors pushed open as soon as we were done arranging and I turned to see both men and women walking into the hall.

    All the maids, including Miss Stella''s head, were down, and they quickly began to leave the hall. I didn''t need to be told as I quickly followed them, but before I could pass through the door, someone held my arm.

    "You, You''re serving" serving? Serving what? can''t they serve themselves. Slowly, I looked up to see a very beautiful lady with red hair looking back at me with a sharp gaze.

    And at the corner of my eyes, I could see Miss Stella looking at me from the door with a concerned face.

    I''m Doomed!