Fire is around me, on me, inside me. A curse, a blessing, but all in all my bitter reality. Hands reach out from every direction marring my skin with cuts and bruises, and still the sound of screaming and begging never fades but today a new voice is added to the song of never ending .AGONY.
“Lady Renata, LADY RENATA WAKE UP” the sound of Lisa, my handmaiden wakes me up. I sit upright and stare at her, her sunset eyes stare right back at me.
“L-Lisa, what's wrong?” I say my voice quivering with barely contained breaths, her brows furrow in concern “My lady was having a bad dream, and..” she says her voice worried.
“Where is that bitch?” My eyes dart to the door as Victor enters his eyes scanning the room until they lay on my form he sneers at me and in three long strides he's standing in front of me. I get up and meet him halfway. My blue eyes, the exact opposite of his black ones never leave his feet.
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“Victor, why are you in my room?” My voice doesn’t quiver as I address my blood brother born from the same womb as me. He doesn’t reply for a second. I don't have to look to know that he’s wearing a satisfied smile on his face. “Dad is dead” the statement is delivered with such calm that anyone else would have thought he was joking, I put on my acting shoes and in a second I look at Victor ``N-No” my voice comes out quite filled with terror he looks at me closely with no compassion in his eyes “No Victor No please tell me your joking please!!” I gasp the words out as I step back tears falling down my face. He doesn’t buy it “Bitch, do you really think I believe for a second that you're sad for his death?” His voice is cold guttural, he sneers at me. He’s smarter than I thought but then again I’ve had practice with lying, besides my whole life is a big never ending lie. “V-Victor'' I get up and stare at him “ I never thought that’s how you viewed me..” I let silent tears stream down my cheeks. His eyes soften and he reaches out cupping my face in his hand with so much care, but we both know it’s an act in the end hate was bred into our blood.
He strokes my face with a finger, the taste of blood is so strong in my mouth it takes me a second to realize I bit my tongue. I look into his face again only to see the side of his mouth draw upwards into a pitying smile.