Frantino mansion had a history of decades, the one that witnessed blood and gore, days of celebrations and weeks of massacre. But it always kept its secrets.They remained buried deep within the cracks of unattended walls and whispers of ghosts of ancients.Mansion's intricate infrastructure had received hands of best architects of the time. Antics of frantino mansion were worth millions, the hung paintings couldnt even be began to be valued in dollars. Painstaking golden chandeliers adored every hallway, urging every eye to look over the ceiling. Sculptures from as history could go so behind, stood in deadly silence, ghastly watching every generation of frantinos live and die.With the emergence of Donavan as the new don, nothing had particularly changed except for his will to make the building somewhat aesthetic from its current Gothic exterior. His suite was closely reinfrastructured, allowing more light than it did before, adding the effect of mirrors. The suit's washroom that frig

It had been the most peaceful week of her life.Locked away in the far woods dwelled another frantino mansion. Not knowing exactly where they were Tara kept her curiosity to herself. It was evening by the time they reached. Absolutely bereft of people and concrete whatsoever, Tara watched the mountains from the terrace of the only bedroom of the cozy house. Majestic as expected there was nothing else she wished from life. Mountains, wind and sun.She breathed the fresh air as it insultingly thrashed her hair around. She didn't care. Taken with the thrown around coloures of the sky and the beautifully setting sun, Tara was mesmerized. It was her meditation to stand in open spaces and appreciate the sun and nature, to listen to the wild thrash of wind as it scraped her ears.Forgetting her existence for a moment, noticing her breathe as it blew by, feeling a strand of her hair that stuck in her lip and the bat of her eyelashes that made her lose the sensation of vision only for a brief s

"When?" His eyes watched her keenly, growing suspicious of her claim. Tara gulped. Trembling, she tightly held on to the table at her back, supporting her weight as the cold truth splashed her all at once. It was Dominic. For God's sake it was Dominic. She repented her mind for remembering the brush of his nose as it touched her skin, the swirl of his tongue as it licked her breast. A gush of bile rose in her throat. The sheer hatred she felt for herself for not being able to recognize the obvious ill-intentioned man quickly became the ache in her head, twitching painfully. Her legs wildly shook of terror, she grabbed her head in both of her hands, squeezing it to minimize the pain. As she started skidding down out of consciousness, she felt the arms that wrapped around her, picking her up and resting on bed. Just before she lost the contact with consciousness she felt the worried tap on her cheek calling out her name. She realized in what great danger she could have been if she

She scrubbed her hands thoroughly, washing the dirt off and as she did, she couldn't help but remember the list of bacteria that lived in soil. As a fervent student back in school she had mugged up as many microbes in soil as she could. It was the kind of fun no one related to, the nerdy activities she poured herself into to forgo the fact how empty her life truly was. For a moment she forgot that he might still stood behind her probably watching her like a pervert. She discarded the flooding information about tiny microbes at the back of her mind, focusing on task at hand. Satisfied with her cleanliness she grabbed the hanging towels beside her, wrapping one around her body and simultaneously tapping herself dry with other one. Finally turning her body she met with the scene she hadnt expected to see. Unlike her presumption that her husband in his ever so smooth posture still stood near the basin, he was gone, leaving the stick of his apple devoid of its flesh.When did he go? She

"Get ready"A voice called out.She absently tossed to the other side, slowly to not add pressure on her bruises. A hand abruptly snatched the blanket off her, making her jolt from slumber."I said get ready"She rubbed her eyes, looking at him as if he had asked her for her kidney.He looked unbothered. Tying his tie with his usual poker face, looking ready to leave for work, as if yesterday hadn't happened, as if life moved on faster for him than anyone else.Her hand still itched from the red marks of his tight rope, reminding her that time was working just fine for her."Where" she whispered that came out muffled by her wretched throat.He looked at her through the mirror, raising his brow.She immediately understood questions weren't in order. She hadn't particularly been very good to earn that right yet.Covering herself with the blanket she made her way to the bathroom, stumbling as she did so, understanding that her balance today wasn't supposed to be trusted too...She found