I Want Her Decaying By Tomorrow Morning

Dahlia cautiously entered the room, keeping her head down as always. She could feel the weight of her master’s gaze before he even spoke.

“Master… You called for me,” she said softly, her voice barely audible.

Salvatore sat by the window, lazily smoking a cigarette. He turned his head slightly to acknowledge her presence.

“The welcome party is tonight, isn’t it?” he inquired, exhaling a cloud of smoke.

“Yes, master,” Dahlia confirmed, keeping her eyes glued to the floor.

“I don’t want you anywhere near the main hall. You will not join the other servants in serving there,” Salvatore stated firmly, his gaze fixed on her.

“Do you understand what I’m saying?” he asked, his tone cold and cutting. Dahlia bit her lip, feeling a pang of disappointment.

Earlier, Adala, one of the more outgoing servants, had excitedly told her about the fun and lively parties that took place within the clan. Dahlia had genuinely looked forward to experiencing it firsthand.

“But… Why?” she mustered the courage to ask. However, the intensity of Salvatore’s gaze soon doused her curiosity.

He slowly rose from his seat, making deliberate strides towards her. Instinctively, Dahlia took hesitant steps backward until her back pressed against the wall.

He came to a halt in front of her, taking a long drag from his cigarette and blowing the smoke directly at her face. The bitterness lingered in the air as he spoke.

“Do you enjoy my punishments?” he asked, his hand gently running over her shoulder.

Dahlia shook her head vigorously, her eyes wide with fear.

“Then do as I say,” Salvatore commanded, his voice low and demanding. Dahlia bit her lower lip and immediately nodded in compliance.

Deep down, however, Salvatore knew that the real reason he didn’t want Dahlia near the main hall was because he had caught wind of the whispers circulating within the clan. Many opposed his possessive hold over her, and the last thing he wanted was to rouse any more objections.

He brought his face dangerously close to her neck, causing her to flinch and grip tightly onto her gown. The intensity of his presence sent shivers down her spine, and she couldn’t help but feel a sense of fear.

He paused, a sinister smirk forming on his lips as he observed Dahlia’s reaction. He reached out and gently patted her hair as if she were a pet, before abruptly turning away and exiting the room. Dahlia released the breath she hadn’t realized she was holding, finally feeling a momentary sense of relief.

“I can’t handle his unpredictable mood swings. One moment he’s cold and distant, the next he’s dangerous,” She whispered to herself in frustration when she was sure that he was out of earshot. “I just don’t know what to expect anymore.”

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The entire atmosphere within the clan had transformed, imbued with an unfamiliar lightness and joy. The usually solemn, even intimidating aura that hung in the air had dissipated, replaced by an air of celebration. The sound of music filled the corridors and rooms as members of the clan let loose, reveling in the festivities.

Groups of clan members could be seen gathered around tables, drinks in hand, enjoying the camaraderie and blissful abandon. Laughter echoed through the hallways, carrying the joyous spirit of the evening.

Inside the main hall, the music pulsated through the room, the beat resonating with the wild energy of the dancers. Kathryn and Killian entered the hall simultaneously, greeted by the sight of members swirling and twirling on the dance floor. Killian’s charm was immediately evident, as a couple of girls caught his eye and winked at him. Smirking, he excused himself, sensing an opportunity for a playful encounter.

Kathryn shook her head, amused by her brother’s confident demeanor, and began to weave through the crowd herself. Before she could fully take in her surroundings, a voice startled her from behind.

“You look incredibly stunning,” the voice said, and Indigo turned to find Anton standing there. His compliment caught her off guard, causing a gasp to escape her lips.

“Oh, thank you,” she replied, her smile lighting up her face. Before she could react, Anton smoothly pulled her onto the dance floor, the music enveloping them in its rhythm.

Their movements became synchronized, their bodies swaying together in perfect harmony with her slender waist whining against his frame.

Kat couldn’t help but laugh at Anton’s surprised expression when he questioned her age. “You sure you’re 19?” he asked, raising an eyebrow. Her laughter filled the air as she faced him, playfully teasing, “What? You want to date me?”

He smirked in response, his eyes gleaming with amusement. “Not a bad idea,” he replied, his tone laced with a hint of mischief. Kat laughed again, assuming he was joking.

As they continued their lighthearted banter, Merino approached them, his gaze scanning the room. “Hey Rino!” Kat greeted him warmly, her smile contagious.

Merino seemed preoccupied, his eyes darting around as if searching for something or someone. Concerned, Anton and Kat turned their attention to him. “Oh guys… I’m looking for someone, do you know where that girl who tried escaping is?” Merino inquired, his voice tinged with urgency.

“You’re talking about that girl, Dahlia?” Kat responded, her brows furrowing slightly. “Not really, why ask?” Anton chimed in, his curiosity piqued.

Merino sighed, his eyes filled with a mix of frustration and disappointment. “Nothing,” he muttered before resuming his search, disappearing into the crowd.

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Meanwhile, in a dimly lit room elsewhere in the compound, Callixta handed a man an envelope containing $20,000 in cash. “Here, 20,000 dollars like we agreed. And here’s her room number,” She said, his voice filled with a cold detachment.

The man’s eyes gleamed with a sinister hunger as he took the envelope, his gaze fixated on the paper containing the room number. With a wicked smile, he licked his lips, his mind consumed by twisted desires. “Can I…have a taste of her? For the Boss to claim her, she must be divine,” he whispered, his voice dripping with depravity.

Callixta’s face contorted into a disgusted sneer, a deep-seated disdain reflected in his eyes. “Whatever,” he muttered, his tone dismissive. “All I want is for her to be decaying by tomorrow morning.”

The man nodded in agreement, his depraved desires evident. With his mission set, he tucked the envelope safely away and left the room, his steps filled with anticipation and malice.

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Dahlia let out yet another sigh as she gazed out the window, her eyes filled with longing. “The party really looks fun,” she murmured, her voice tinged with sadness.

Frustration bubbled within her as she pondered over the situation. “I just don’t understand why he’s forbidding me from doing my duties,” Dahlia muttered, her brows furrowing thoughtfully. She clenched her fists, her frustration manifesting in her words. “I don’t really get him. He’s just like a faulty bulb, one never knows when it’ll decide to go off or on.”

Her lips turned downwards in a deep frown as she continued to vent her frustrations. “Such a jerk with his frowny face. He looks so ugly,” she grumbled, the disdain evident in her tone

She closed her eyes, seeking solace within her own mind. As she did, a flurry of blurry images and muffled voices flashed through her consciousness.

“Hey, frowny face! With the rate at which you always frown, you’ll end up looking older than me when I’m four years older,” Dahlia’s voice echoed in her thoughts, filled with a hint of playfulness. Though the image accompanying the voice was blurry, she could make out short hair and masculine attire, indicating that the person she was addressing appeared to be dressed as a man.

A different scene began to emerge in her mind, a scene filled with tension and frustration. “Hey, Ivy! Ivy! How dare you walk out on me?!” Her voice rang out, fueled by a mix of anger and desperation. She sprinted after the elusive figure, determined to catch up and make her grievances heard.

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Dahlia opened her eyes, feeling a wave of confusion wash over her. She muttered to herself, “Ivy? Who’s that? I’ve never met anyone with that name before.” Her heart pounded in her chest as she tried to make sense of her muddled thoughts.

As she placed a hand on her chest, she became even more bewildered. “Why am I so scared and worried?” Dahlia questioned herself, her furrowed brows reflecting her internal struggle.

Her ruminations were abruptly interrupted by a series of loud knocks on the door. Startled, she wondered if it was Adala, her friend who had accompanied her to the party. Acting on instinct, Dahlia made her way towards the door, her eyes widening in surprise when she saw a bearded man standing before her.

Instinctively, she took a few steps back, her fear evident in her trembling voice. “What do you want?” she asked, her words laced with fear and caution.

With a predatory glint in his eyes, the man took deliberate steps towards her, causing her fear to intensify. “The party is very boring, so I came to find you and keep me company,” he replied, his gaze lingering on her body in a discomforting manner.

Panic surged through her veins, and she couldn’t help but let out a desperate cry for help. “Help!” she screamed, hoping that someone would come to her aid and rescue her from this unsettling situation.

However, her pleas were quickly muffled as the man blocked her mouth with a handkerchief soaked in a sedative. Dahlia’s eyes widened in terror as the effects of the drug swiftly consumed her, plunging her into a deep slumber within the man’s grasp.

With calculated ease, the man lifted her unconscious form and gently placed her on the bed. His gaze traversed her body with an unsettling intensity, noting her physical attributes.

In a disturbing display of disregard for her well-being, he promptly tore the top of her gown, exposing her chest. He began to engage in inappropriate actions, touching her breasts, while his other hand forcefully tried to take her underwear off.