OLIVIA
You’re surely a master of dark art,” I mumbled to myself and switched off the phone to protect my sanity. I never wanted to speak to Kate either. Speaking to her on the phone made my life more complicated than Cyril’s call.
With Cyril, I knew I was never getting anything positive from him. He has always been a tormentor in my life.
A moment after switching off my phone, I heard someone knocking at the door. I wished it was Adrian. Hopefully, his presence would play a vital role in making me find sleep since Cyril has frustrated me enough.
With confidence, I stepped forward to the door without confirming who was knocking. The only person I could think about was Adrian or perhaps, one of his domestic staff.
Approaching the doorway, I met a familiar face. It was neither Adrian nor His staff.
“Cyril?” I screamed.
“What the fuck are you doing here? How did you get here? Who told you I was here?” I tossed a thousand questions at Cyril without getting a response. Before I could shut the door against him, he pushed me and forced himself inside my room.
“Wow! What a nice room you got,” he smiled after narrowing his gaze around.
“Where’s the man you’re fucking with?” Cyril came over to me and brought out a dagger. He threatened to stab me with it if I didn’t speak up. I was trapped between the gate of life and death.
“I honestly don’t know what you’re talking about. There must be a mix-up somewhere,” I denied the allegations just to evade being stabbed to death.
Slowly, I edged backward intending to escape from Cyril.
I managed to push him away and ran to the door only to find out it was locked.
“Looking for this?” He flashed the keys across my face.
“How did you?” I paused.
“How do I shut the door?
Let’s just say I knew you were going to escape. Like seriously, what were you thinking?” He said to me in a placating tone.
I couldn’t escape anymore with the door locked. I already accepted my fate and prepared myself for the worst that was going to happen.
“Cyril is not going to stab me to death. The least he could do was to scare me with the dagger. He won’t want to spend the rest of his life in jail.” I said to myself.
“Do your worst.
I’m not telling you.
If you kill me, you are never going to get away with it,” I challenged Cyril. I was trying my best to stay calm.
“Who do you think will stop me? Adrian or his domestic staff? What can the dead possibly do to the living?” Cyril responded to what seemed like he just murdered Adrian and the domestic staff. It took me a while to guess, right?
“No way.
You murdered them?” My nostrils flared up. My eyes widened.
Leaning forward, I kicked Cyril’s balls, forcing him to fall to the ground, groaning In pain.
I picked up the dagger and wanted to stab him to death when a voice spoke in my head, forcing me to a halt. On second thought, I wouldn’t have my hands stained with his blood.
“Please, don’t do it.
I don’t want to die,” Cyril begged at my Mercy. He looked so helpless on the ground. He falls at every attempt to stand up from the ground. I hit him so hard that to the point where he might need corrective surgery to stay fit again.
“You’re not worth it.
I hope you rot in hell,” I kicked Cyril in his stomach and spat at him. It was the highest revenge I could get since I was unable to kill him.
I aimed for the keys and quickly escaped before Cyril could regain consciousness.
My nightmare won’t stop haunting me after I stepped outside and found the lifeless bodies of Adrian’s domestic staff in the living room.
I looked up and found the staircase stained with blood.
“Adrian!” I said quietly. I was hoarding negative thoughts in my head and was hoping it wouldn’t be true.
“Could he have been killed by Cyril?” I asked myself rhetorically. It was a question that had been on my lips ever since Cyril stepped inside. How he managed to break into Adrian’s home without being caught bothers me a lot.
Immediately, I trailed the bloodstream, which led me to an open room. What I saw nearly pulled out my eye socket. I wished that It was a dream.
To my greatest shock, I saw Adrian lying in a pool of his blood.
I got closer to him and noticed a deep cut on his neckline. It could only mean one thing; Cyril slit his throat with the dagger.
I wanted to call for help immediately when I noticed that I had left my phone in the guest room.
“Oh shit.
What am I going to do now?” I slammed my hands against the wall in frustration. Cyril was still in the room which made it difficult for me to get inside. I was lucky to escape him the first time. I would probably not get past him this time. He may be seeking revenge.
I looked around, hoping to find a weapon to defend myself against Cyril.
Luckily for me, I found an empty bottle of whiskey on Adrian’s stool. I picked up and rushed outside. I glanced around just to be certain Cyril wasn’t anywhere to be found.
I peeped through the tiny hole in the room and noticed it was empty. Cyril had moved out, making it easier for me to go fetch my phone.
Slowly, I opened the door and went inside. I grabbed my phone and was about to step outside when I heard the door closing with Cyril standing In front.
“Welcome back to reality. I knew you were gonna return,” he said to me and spread his arm to embrace me.
“Don’t fucking come close. I am not kidding.” I warned Cyril.
“Come give Daddy a big hug,” He ignored my warning and started edging closer to me.
As I was about to smash his head with the bottle, he dodged it and pulled the bottle away from me. Before I could find my balance, Cyril pinned me against the wall and pulled out his dagger across my neckline. “If I can’t have you, no one else will,” he said to me and slit my throat with the dagger.
“Are you okay?” I heard Adrian asking me. I woke up and discovered it was a dream.
“Thank goodness!” I was relieved after caressing my neck and discovered there was no cut.