Into The Devil’s Heart

“But, who said I am going to kill him?” Cannon turns to her, she gulps down nervously.

Honestly, no one told her. She just assumed he was about to kill Baston, the knife in his hands said it all.

“You weren’t going to kill him?” She asked, unsure of what to say. She doubts it, he can’t possibly be this forgiven.

“I wasn’t, but now I will” He raises the knife and plunges it into Baston’s chest. Blood oozes out of his mouth, and splashes on the floor.

It was as though Audrey had been struck by lightning, tears rolled down her cheeks as she stared at the lifestyle body before her.

“So bunny, now you know I am not all good” Cannon takes a few strides towards her, “I kill regardless of what importance that person is to me.” He caresses her cheeks.

Audrey’s eyes travel from Baston to Cannon, she doesn’t know how to feel. To think she pleaded and offered him so much yet, it didn’t sway him.

“I-i… He” she stutters unable to speak, how is she supposed to when he just showed her how cruel he can be?

“Come here!” He orders, she shivers in fright but doesn’t stay back as she walks to him but makes sure to stay two steps away from him.

“Scared?” He said.

Audrey shakes her head, she is lying. Deep down, she was chilly scared he might as well kill her.

He grabbed her by the waist and pulled her closer, she came crashing into his hard chest. “I want to have you, here and now” he whispers huskily into her eyes.

“And this dress looks so damn sexy on you” he adds and licks her earlobe.

Audrey is tired and still hungry, she so much wants to say no but she is scared if she does she might as well end up dead.

Cannon rubs his bloody hands on her neck and cheek, he looks so satisfied doing it.

He leans down and starts kissing her body where he applied the blood, he groans out in satisfaction. “It tastes so good on you” he whispers.

She stayed stiffened, breathing was far from her. His warm lips on her neck gave her a tingling sensation but her fright didn’t let her get enough.

“I need to ease myself” She pushes him away abruptly and runs away.

Cannon’s lip pulled up into a smile, he didn’t mind her running off, he was in for the chase.

Audrey didn’t know how long she’d stayed in her room, wrapped under the sheet crying. She didn’t stop blaming herself for Baston’s death.

A knock came on the door, but she didn’t respond. She didn’t feel like it, all she wants is to cry her heart out hoping Baston’s spirit would forgive her.

The knock came again but still got no response, whoever so ever was behind the door couldn’t wait again. The door pushes open and a certain figure walks into the room.

Audrey was so lost in her thoughts that she had no time to spare go whoever just came in.

“Seems like you love to be punished,” Baston spoke out.

Her smooth brows were now tied with knots, it had always been Baston who loved saying that. She turns in the direction of the voice, scream escapes her mouth as she pushes herself to the wall in fright.

What’s he doing here? She thought to herself, face pale in fright.

She watches him walk to the side hands buried in his pocket, he looks the same. But, how come he’s alive? She is sure he was the one Cannon stabbed mercilessly.

Her eyes grew wide at the realization, that maybe it’s his ghost that’s there to torment her. Abruptly, she jumps off the bed and falls on the floor

“I didn’t mean for it to happen, I swear … I pleaded for him to let you go but he didn’t, I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have run away from you. “She begs, head on the floor. ” Please don’t kill me”

“Kill you?” Baston asked with a frown, he didn’t understand what she was saying. “What are you talking about?” He asked.

“Huh? You ain’t here to kill me?” She was surprised to hear him, how could this be? She thought to herself.

“Why should I?” He raises a brow.

Maybe he can’t remember what happened! She sighs in relief. She turns to the bed, picks up her pillow, and throws it at him.

Baston was quick to dodge before the pillowcase could hit him. “What’s that for?” He asked, displeased.

“Y-you are alive?” She asked but it didn’t sound like a question. She sounded as though she was confirming something. “How come?” She breathed out in a whisper.

“You wanted me dead?” He raises a brow and crosses his hands over his chest.

“No, no” she denies, “just, I … saw you hanging lifeless and I thought you” she breathes out, unable to complete her words.

Baston let out a light chuckle, he couldn’t believe she was this easy to get fooled.

Audrey frowns, “what’s funny?” She barks in displeasure.

“You don’t conclude what you ain’t sure of” he pushes himself forward, and runs his hands through his hair.

“That wasn’t me, and get ready, for dinner” he reminds me and walks out of the room.

Audrey didn’t know what to believe, what she saw, or what he was saying. If it wasn’t him Cannon killed, then, who is it?

She can clearly remember, the face of the person in that room. Or maybe, just maybe she jumped to coa nclusion without thinking it through.

“I’m so dead” she rush to the closet go get dress, she’s totally forgotten about her usual daily routine.

She’s so sure Cannon will kill her for coming late, who knows, he is cruel after all.

By the time she reached the yard, Cannon was patiently sited on his usual seat waiting for her.

“My Lord” she greets with a bow of respect.

Cannon stares at her for a while before giving her a nod of approval to sit.

“I’m sorry for my lateness, My Lord” she apologized.

“You are asking for what I can’t give, bunny” Cannon spoke out for the first time, his gaze never leave her.

Bertrand walks in and serve their food, the entire place went dead silent when only hot gazes moving back and forth the dining.

“Tell me bunny, do you like Baston that much to offer yourself just for him to stay alive?” Cannon broke the silence.

“I don’t, ” she blurt out. “I just don’t want him dead all because of me” she adds.

Silence engulf the room again, his gaze never left her. “And me?” He asked.

Audrey frowns, “what about you, My Lord?” She asked in a polite tone.

“Do you like me?” He voiced out. He eager to hear her response and it’s strange cause he’s never felt this way. Infact, he’s never cared about what people think or feel about him.This content is © NôvelDrama.Org.

When he saw her tremble, cry and beg for Baston’s freedom he was jealous. To think she was willing to offer him anything just to save Baston. He wondered if she was willing to do same for him.

Audrey was stunned, she wasn’t expecting him to ask her that. “I um, you are My Lord, and of course, I like you” she jokes.

Cannon wasn’t pleased by her response, he wanted her to like her, not as her Lord but something different. He can’t help but want to be that someone special to her.

“Do you like what I do to you?” He asked all of a sudden.

“Yes” her answer was short, “thought I so much dreamt of it to be something special with that special one” she murmurs to herself.

Cannon heard her very clearly, “how special do you mean?” He pressed on.

“Very special, like a lover” she breathes out, their gaze stayed glued to each other.

“You have to clear that off your mind bunny, I don’t do love” he informs.

Audrey nods, “i wasn’t asking, I was just saying out my heart… And, I know and I am ok being your slave” she sounded cool and normal.

“Good!” Cannon picks up his utensils and start eating. He wasn’t hungry but he did it all for her, to keep her company.