AMELIA

Flashes of sunrise broke me from my deep slumber. I woke up with its warmness against my skin contrast to the cold room I was left in.

As much as I remember I was crying by the window and then I drifted in sleep. But I don't remember  putting a blanket on. Some one was here last night and I was sure about it.

An old lady in her mid-50s walked in with some food on a trolly.

"Hi dear, I am Martha, the chief caretaker of this house."She gave me a greeting smile.

I looked at her studying her intently. When she looked like a genuine lady to me.
"I am Amelia." I introduced myself.

"Oh, I got to know dear.... I am sorry for what you have to bear these guys can be reckless when it comes to their work." She tapped my shoulder showing empathy.

But, do I trust her?......No, I can't trust anyone here after everything that happened yesterday. So, tried to play smart with her. I held her hand, and with trembling voice I told her everything. the truth of whatever happened and I don't know where Cindy is and how I am sick worried and no one is telling me where is she.

"Can you please take me to her?" I requested her hoping, that she will fall for the act I pulled up.

A wave of sympathy crossed her face. "I can't help you to meet her Amelia...it's outside of my line of control."She sighed.

"But, I can definitely assure you that she is fine." She continued.

"How can, you be sure?" a hope of light coarse through me.

She looked around the room nervously, fidgeting with her hands.
Then, she sat down next to me and whispered.

"They bought in a small girl yesterday....and shifted her into the mansion. She had an olive complexion and dark pixie cut hair. She was scanning the mansion with her little hands grasped in the hands of most deathly man I have seen."

Hearing that my throat went dry.

She continued. "I've barely seen Damien like that with anyone after Luke- his small brother and it was once upon a time and after that never. But, yesterday all of the staff looked astonishingly at them gossiping that....... she could be his own child!!!!"

I burst into laughter, tension snapping in an instant at what she revealed.

"His own child are you guys serious?" she softly spat me on my shoulder, with a small smile tugging.

"It was a speculation since we barely know what the guys have been up to." She huffed. "Seeing their handsome faces, one couldn't blame us for spinning stories like?" She defended herself annoyed at my response.

It was obvious now, Martha loved gossip. She was genuine, yes... but talkative. And that might be exactly what I needed to know what they don't want me to know. This could be my key to escape the prison.

I hugged her. "I am glad to find a better acquaintance then these cold walks." I tell her intentionally creating a bond with her. she blushed at my response and hugged me back.

She left me after serving me food but how can I eat? knowing that, Cindy is out there with that monster dressed as human. I can't trust him around her when he clearly threatened both of our lives.

I sit there silently waiting for him to return but its 8 in the night, and he haven't been home after our encounter yesterday. I asked from the staff, some people ignored me- told me not to roam here and there and go back to my room, others told me they have no idea of his where abouts. With every passing minute, I was losing my patience.

What does he think of himself? Brute!!!

*KNOCKS*

A man tall and dark enters the room. "Capo called for you. Come along." He stated.

Without any argument I walked behind him towards the west wing of the mansion. The ambience of the room shifted from light to heavy and dark this side, the area was colder sending me chills.

We walked into a dark room that looked like his cabin. It was dimly lit by moonlight seeping through a large window in the room, in the centre of the room was a big dark table with a black leather chair, a huge rack behind it, full of old books. And there, leaning casually against the edge, arms folded......stood him.

Damien.
The devil in tailored black.

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DAMIEN

I turned to her when she entered.

Her eyes scanned my office. When they landed on me, the bitterness returned.

 
Good.
This would be fun.

"Amelia," I said smoothly.

"You've been asking about your sister. After giving it some thought... we've decided to let you meet her."
Luke standing beside me, echoed the decision.

Amelia's glare faded, replaced with stunned relief. Her eyes glossed over.

I pressed a button on my desk. A shutter began to rise, revealing a hidden wall at the far end of the room.

"Where is she?" she asked, stepping forward.

I pressed a second button, and the glass window opened its view.
Inside, behind the soundproof wall, sat a little girl clutching a stuffed toy. She stared blankly into the distance.

"Cindy!"
Amelia rushed forward, slamming her fists against the glass. Her breath hitched and lone tear escaped.

"Cindy, I'm here! Look at me!" She pleaded.

"She can't see or hear you," I said flatly. "It's one-sided. Soundproof."

She turned, desperation in her eyes.
"Please. Let me see her. Let me meet her—please."

"You can," I said coolly.

Her hope lit up like a spark.
"But..." I paused, letting the silence settle.
"Only under one condition."

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