Into The Devil’s Heart

Audrey watches Cannon untie her, she blinks a couple of times to get herself to believe that it was real… He was willingly releasing her.

“You want to leave, right?”Cannon asked, all serious and composed.

Audrey finds herself nodding even before she can process things.

“You are free, ” he turns around, facing her with his back with hands buried in his pockets.

Without delay, Audrey pushed herself down from the bed and was about to move when she suddenly fell to the floor. Her legs were weak from all that he’s done to her.

“If I turn and see you, I promise you won’t be spared” his voice was promising.

Audrey shivered, she knew he was now being kind and his words shouldn’t be taken for jokes.

With everything left in her, she pushed herself off the floor and hurriedly left with her Crockett steps.

Cannon turns around at the sound of the closed door, his eyes blaze red. He walks to the side table and pours out a glass of expensive liquor, raises the glass close to his lips, and sips on it.

“Very soon, ” he mutters under his breath, “soon enough, you will come crawling to me begging for touch… Enjoy while it lasts” he gulps down the entire liquor in one goal.

On the other hand, Audrey felt so weak. Her legs hurt most especially her middle thigh.

She falls onto the bed, unable to move any further. Tears rolled down her cheeks, but no sound left her mouth as she stayed all strong and determined.

But she couldn’t stop herself from sniffing now and then, feeling tired of everything that happened, she closed her eyes and was immediately accepted into her dreamland.

Hours went by, and Audrey was still sleeping and only woke up to a knock on the door. She rubs her eyes dreamingly and adjusts herself as if ready to wake up only to sleep back again.

The knock on the door increases and her brows twist in displeasure. She hates being disturbed especially when she’s sleeping.

And to top it all, she feels so tired and weak all because of Cannon. She at least deserves more time to rest.

With a groan, she weakly answers the door. “Come in!” She grumbles in her stomach, as she tries so hard not to sleep off.

The door pushes open and Baston walks in, she stares at him lazily with red eyes. She doesn’t know why he is here, and she hates it.

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“You should time yourself and stop giving others work for nothing” he complains, mouth twitching to the side.

Audrey frowned but didn’t say anything. Knowing how Baston is, it wasn’t worth talking to him.

“Get ready and come down for dinner in five minutes” He informs and leaves.

Audrey was completely shocked, she couldn’t believe she had forgotten about her daily assignment.

She rushes out of bed to the bath, her body aches but she ignores the pain and just gets herself ready.

There is no way she can use five minutes to get clean and dressed up, she is sure she will be late whether she likes it or not.

Minutes later, she comes out of the bath to freshen up and quickly path her skin dry and applies some lotion.

She had no time to choose among the dresses the one she would put on, she stared at the dresses for a few seconds and randomly picked out a dress.

It turns out to be the most decent dress she’s ever put on so far, a nice simple straight gown reaching her at knee level. It was color, navy blue to be precise.

She lets loose her hair, it falls to her face. Her nice curly silky black her gave her the look of a supermodel in that dress.

She combs her hair, picks out a simple pair of heels, and gets herself ready for the night.

She had no time to apply blush, not like she needed it.

By the time she got to the yard, Cannon was already sitting on his throne-like chair dressed in his usual best color.

“Good evening, my Lord!” She greets him, waiting for him to respond and usher her to sit.

But Cannon didn’t, he stared at her as if she wasn’t even present. “I let you go free with certain things but not this… It’s either you are early or you don’t show up at all” he sips on his wine.

“I-I’m sorry, I slept off” Before Audrey could explain herself, He stopped her with a hand.

She watches the butler, Bertrand, walk in with food covered with a lid. Even though the food was closed, she could perceive the aroma and that made her stomach grumbles in excitement.

Bertrand’s food has always tasted good and she is sure this will be even more, all her hopes and dreams came shattering into tiny pieces when she heard Cannon order him to take it away.

She stares at Cannon in disbelief, how can he do such? It wasn’t like there was any food on the table for them to eat.

“There is no food for latecomers,” he said and excused himself leaving Audrey standing alone.

Audrey felt like crying, her heart twisting in pain. She tries not to let it get to her but the pain is just too much to bear.

Silently, she walks back to her room and wraps herself under the sheet. He could hear her stomach grumbling, begging her for saving but it was too bad she could neither it either way.

In a dark room with little or no light were two men. One sitting on a black sofa ever so relaxing like a god while the other stood before him, hands buried deep into his trousers as he stared back at the man on the sofa.

“Don, I know it’s not in my place to say this but I’m sure you know that it is best to ride on now that you have her right where she belongs” Baston spoke out.

“do you suggest I kill her? ” Cannon raises a brow, his gaze narrows at the man before him.

“you know there is no way you can push through without killing her, she’s meant to be a gateway for your chance through the portal ” Baston explains

Cannon didn’t know why but he felt angry at his words, just the thought of Audrey dying got his claws elongated readily to launch an attack but he sat down quiet and calm, composed like nothing was happening.

“She stays alive,” His words were firm, and he grinds on his teeth.

“But Don, there is no way you can push through without her dying. You know how long you have been anticipating a moment like this, are you willing to” Before Baston could complete his words, he was shut off by Cannon’s resonating voice.

“I am not living my mission for anyone or anything…” Cannon’s voice was laced with so much authority that left Baston shivering to his knees.

“My mission stays and she stays…” His words were firm and decisive. He doesn’t understand why but he just couldn’t bring himself to kill her, he wants her, all of her.

There has never been a day he doesn’t think about her, and if doing the undoable will make her stay with him, he will gladly take her along with him to hell.

Baston so much wanted to tell him there was no way he could acquire both, maybe thesis but it was an impossible thing to do he just couldn’t open his mouth to speak out those words. He lowers his head in respect, still on his knees.