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Chapter 1
Daring To Toy With a Heart
"Oh Ava," I moaned steadily. "I do."
My ill-fated body woke as the harsh luminescence from the moon filtered through my chamber's window and pulled me from my fading fantasy. I rolled onto my side to find a chilled, empty space beside me and my brain was quick to know that my words were spoken within a state of unconsciousness.
"Ava?" I said, sitting up sharply.
Opening up the shades to the remains of the night, I realized my darling fiancé should have returned hours ago.
"Ava?" I called again. "Ava, my love, where have you gone?"
I began to panic and without a second thought, I crawled from my bed and exited into the hallway, calling for her once more.
No response was heard.
Still listening intently, I ran about the castle, checking every nook and cranny making sure no spot was left untouched.
"Riff Raff!" I bellowed trying to hide the worry and concern behind my sharp tone.
Still, no response.
With each passing second, I grew further impatient and another bellowed growl erupted from the pit of my throat. "RIFF RAFF!"
You best make yourself present you bastard.
As hissed thoughts ran through me, I sighed heavily and flipped forward the oak table that stood before me. It crashed to the floor with a shattering thud and caused Magenta to run in, a straw broom in her left hand.
"Master, what's happened?" she asked, obviously confused with the present situation.
I stood there alone; there was neither an intruder, nor her darling brother surrounding me.
"What have you done with Ava?" I paused a moment in an attempt to maintain my composure, but I was failing horribly. "Where is she?"
"Perhaps she hasn't left the office."
"Look outside!" I demanded. But before Magenta could continue the task on her own, I grasped a fistful of her auburn hair and dragged her cowering form to the window. "The sky is dark and she returns before dusk. She is not at work.
"Where is she?" I hissed, speaking with such quiet venom she slowly backed towards the wall.
"Maybe she has gone into town?"
"No!" I screamed, not caring who heard my cries. "She would have told me. If not, a note would be left behind.
As I thought further about what had presumably been done, I fell to my knees and screamed out all that consumed me. My head fell to the floor and I let tears fall onto the tiles below.
No one had made me feel such an emotion before; attachment. I actually loved her and now she was gone.
Is this what love was? Being ripped apart and then fed to the dogs?
"Riff Raff," I mumbled, lifting my head hesitantly to reveal my tear stained face to my young domestic.
"Pardon?"
I stood and impaled her with a stern glare. "Riff Raff, where is he?"
"I'm not sure I quite understand. He was taking care of Ava. I suppose they haven't returned."
That was all I needed.
Flames lit up my eyes she was lying to me.
I began to walk towards her, speaking low enough that the small hairs on the back of her neck stood present. "You dare lie to me? You dare to toy with my heart?" Magenta began to shake, but her responses only angered me further. I needed to know what my domestic was hiding.
"Where is he, Magenta?"
She shook her head and refused to answer my pressing question, backing herself into the corner of the room and falling to the ground.
She lay there terrified, huddled on the floor, desperately trying to escape my growing wrath. Unfortunately for her, that only served to fuel my anger further. My hand grasped the front of her dress, and with each second, I tightened my grasp. "You dare take my love from me and try to cover your tracks?"
"Riff Raff!" She screamed, only making my wrath continue to grow.
"Riff Raff is not here Magenta. Or at least that is what you have told me."
Magenta continued to sob. I felt no guilt in what I had done; Ava was no longer there to stop me. "Where is he?" I hissed.
"I-I don't know." She paused a moment in hopes of catching her breath. "He said he was going to dispose of her."
I threw her onto floor and began to softly sob. My face turned pale and when I looked down at her, I felt physically sick.
My Faye Wray was dead.