Chapter 32: ★Out of the mansion★

    ~Chapter 32~

    She grasp my arm, dragging me firmly with her long crimson-painted nails digging deep into my flesh.

    The pressure was almost painful, but I’d grown accustomed to her tight grip. My arm had somewhat become her favorite dragging toy.

    With her free hand, she picked up her, black purse, its green clasp glinting in the light. The purse perfectly complemented her stunning outfit to this club she was forcefully taking me to. the outfit hugged her curves in all the right places.

    She walked out her room, moving towards the elevator, her high heels clicking against the polished floor.

    Her heels wereat least five inches high, and they made her legs look endless. I struggled to keep up, my feet awkwardly squeezed into a pair of uncomfortable white high heels.

    The shoes looked beautiful, with straps and sparkling buckles, but they were not made for someone like me.

    They were too high, and too uncomfortable, my ankles were wobbling endlessly as I tried to match Miss Red’s pace.

    "Keep up," said the witch, not even slow down, and I almost found myself almost falling, trying to keep up with her.

    This shoes were killing me, but I knew better than to complain as we entered the elevator and she pressed a button.

    While I moved to the wall leaning on it and looking down at my feets that were almost dead from the wicked shoes.

    Ding, my arm was grabbed again and I was pulled out the elevator, we emerged into the entrance, the last ground floor where the doors to exit where located.

    We are going out the mansion? This is starting to feel great, a small smile spread across my lips thinking of going out this daunting house even if it’s just to take fresh air. I appreciate it.

    She dragged me towards the door and this time I obediently comply, cause why not.

    Pushing open the door, we stepped out and was met by those two guards I had met that time of my failed attempt to escape.

    They looked down at us, but Miss red just strode pass them, holding me closer to her and I didn’t protest. The huge looking men did nothing and surprising let us go.

    A car was parked at the front and I assumed she had already made all this planned out from the start as the doors was open for us and I entered alongside miss red.

    We settled into the car and my arm was released from her grip. Finally!

    The driver glanced at us in the rearview mirror before focusing on the road.

    Miss Red leaned back in her seat, her eyes fixed on me, making me squirm. "So, are you excited?" she asked.

    Excited? Was I supposed to be excited about being dragged out of the mansion against my will?

    But something about Miss Red’s demeanor put me on edge, and I didn’t want to provoke her. Why did she still look and sound intimidating even when having a minor brain accident.

    "A little," I said finally and her smile grew wider. "Good. I’m glad you’re enthusiastic. We’re going to have a fantastic time tonight."

    The car abruptly came to a stop and I looked out, to see a huge gate, we were still on the estate as I turned to see how the mansion looked like.

    it was huge, fucking huge. it was painted black with a touch of gold. I saw some other houses, scattered across, the estate. They all looked kind of the same as the main house Miss Stella had said.

    But they were a little small and at a distance too. From my view, I could count at least five houses already.

    A man dressed in a black suit, holding onto a gun, walked towards the driver’s door. The driver’s window wound down, and the man spoke in Italian, his voice firm but polite. "Permesso?" I heard him say to the driver and I couldn’t understand.

    The driver was about to respond when Miss Red beats him to it, her voice laced with irritation.

    She wound down her side window and spoke in a sharp tone, "I gave the permission, now get the fuck out of my face and open that damned gate." She gave dismissive flick of her wrist but the guard didn’t flinch.

    "Are you deaf?" Miss Red shouted, her anger boiling over. The guard still didn’t move, his gun held loosely in his hand, not caring about Adelasia outburst.

    That instantly annoyed her. Her face reddened with rage as she pushed open the door and stepped out, facing the guard head-on.

    I watched in shock as she threw a slap straight at the guard’s face. The sound echoed through the air, but the guard didn’t react, his eyes just narrowed, showing his irritation to reciprocate.

    "Call my cousin," Miss Red demanded.

    "He’s unavailable at the moment." said the guard and Miss Red’s face twisted in frustration as she wiped out her phone from her purse.

    Her fingers flying across the screen, typing out a message or something with lightning speed.

    She held the phone to her ear, tapping her leg impatiently on the ground. "Antonio, esco. Di’ a questi cani di lasciarmi andare. (Antonio, I’m going out. Tell these dogs to let me go)," she spoke in Italian and the only word I could understand was "Antonio," and I assumed she was speaking with Mr. Antonio.

    Mr. Antonio was her cousin? I was taken aback, confused and perplexed, my mind trying to conjure this information.

    How could they be related when their interaction was hard? I recalled the tension between them, that fateful day at the dinner hall when Miss Red’s eyes flashed with anger and she called him stupid. Mr Antonio and her are definitely not looking to be in good terms but they are cousins, how?

    Well to be honest, I’m not supposed to be judging when literally my own father was abusive to his daughter. My father’s abuse still lingered in my memory, a painful reminder that family ties didn’t always guarantee love or loyalty.

    I pushed aside these thoughts, focusing on the present moment. Adelasia, still seething with anger, climbed back into the car.

    The minutes ticked by, each one feeling like an eternity and Finally, the gates was open, and our car glided smoothly through the entrance.

    We emerged on the other side, and I fixed my eyes out the window, watching as we got further and further away from the gates.

    "We’re out," whispering, the words barely audible as Adelasia’s gaze flicked toward me, her expression unreadable.

    But I didn’t care. We were out of the mansion, away from the oppressive atmosphere that had suffocated me for so long. Anything was possible now, including my escape plan

    Yes!