A few loud, rough footfalls were heard on the stairway, just a bit away from the door of the room I was in. It was too dark too see anything clearly; it was the smell that gave way to the bathroom I was in. I could feel a cold sweat forming, my hair sticking to my cold, numb skin. When I tried to move, I found that I couldn't even feel my limbs, much less move them. I could feel my eyes rolling around behind my closed eyelids, a sharp sting pounding just behind them. Bile was building, and I tried compulsively tried to swallow, needles and swelling stopping the saliva building in my mouth to go down. I tried to swallow again, choking harshly.
I couldn't hear anything once the loud ringing bled into my ears, hard and constant. From behind my closed, convulsing eyes, I could feel the dirty, white light spread from wall to wall in the room.
"Get up." A loud, boisterous voice boomed, barking sharply at me over the cacophony of ringing. I couldn't feel, I couldn't move, still. Large, calloused hands held my face; I could feel just that. Gravity was shifting around me, my head being jostled around raggedly as I was lifted onto a brawny shoulder.
"Do you really want this, Alois?" I choked again, bile rising rapidly as the man spoke into my ear; Very slight scruff and high cheekbones brushed against my bare side. Surface feeling was returning to my skin, a tingle crawling down my neck and legs, across my shoulders and sides, and up from my hips. Everything in my stomach rushed forward with an angry valor, splattering onto the back of the man and the floor below. Immediately, I found myself next to my stomachs' contents with a vicious smack; loud, undecipherable shouts sounding from the figure hovering over me now.
My eyes twitched open, slowing to an unfocused stop on the dark, blurred out person. I breathed in deeply, the air stale and rank, before huffing heavily. My lips twisted; I could feel the corner rise in a smirk.
"Are we done yet, Claude?" As I spoke, needles and acid crawling back up my throat, a heavy, steel-toed foot pushed against my side, attempting to turn me over. I kept my untrained eyes to the direction of the large man, while slowly gathering what strength I could in each of my limbs, testing them. When I found that I could move my legs somewhat freely, as painful as it was, I started to pull myself upwards until I was up onto my knees. Now, I faced away from the man, scared of what this position might emulate to him. He hadn't moved an inch past kicking me, and though I knew he wouldn't kill me, he had yet to show he cared much for what kind of condition I am in.
"Unfortunately it seems the time has come for me to give you up…" I felt the urge to scream as Claude stepped forward, but I held it in, knowing it could potentially cost me what was left of my vocal chords. "Mr. and Mrs. Ryker would like you to return for supper." I could feel my heart beating now, quick and hard as I was lifted again, this time bridal style, into the mans arms, one of his large hands pulling my hair so that my head faced away from him. I noticed that he had swung his suit jacket off before heaving me upwards, leaving it to lay on the ground, over the mess. I could barely keep my eyes from jostling as I was roughly carried up the stairs, and out of the abandoned old wine cellar.
I had never particularly like the Rykers, the multi-millionaire foster family that had taken me in while I was in need. I can't recall most of what happened during my first year and a half in this place, it seems as if everyday I spent during that time is simply missing from my memory. I do however, recall when this retched man started working in the mansion. I hadn't minded his brother much at all, no. He was friendly, though unfamiliar, as he should be. Though somewhat deadly, I knew Sebastian to be of no harm. Claude was no good, murderous, and merciless, which I feel is the reason the family had hired him in the first place.
"You are to be at dinner a quarter past six, young Alois." The respectful, nonchalant air to Claude returned as he straightened, approaching my own room. As he walked us in, He dumped me onto my large bed, an outfit already lain beside me, a pair of shoes neatly settled my a stool at the foot.
I shuttered at the cold air that surrounded me, the man silently backing out, sliding the large white door of my room closed behind him.
Claude is a terrible man, and you will see why later. Also, you will see why Alois doesn't see Sebastian to be as evil a person as Claude.
(Alois is not a miss, but he was dressed like one in the last chapter, which will be explained in a flashback.)
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