Chapter 165: A Way Out
Rory
When I blinked my eyes open, it took a few seconds for where I was to register within me and I instantly let my eyes fall close as I silently willed the roaring in my head to go away. I remained in the same position as my mind tried to clear out the haziness around my brain which felt ridiculously slow.
I squeezed my eyes tight and let out a tired groan as I rolled to my side and slowly sat up; and then I held my head as a splitting pain ran through my head for the first few seconds. It took a few seconds for it to ebb away which felt like forever and I remained in the same position till it was fully gone, and as I slowly dropped my hand and lifted my head, bits of memories began to return to my head.
Automatically I parted my pocket and reached in to tug out the necklace I had previously out in there because I hadn’t felt right about throwing it out. I was quite shocked to see that the necklace was different that it was before, it looked like it somehow got upgraded. I eyed it warily for a bit, swallowing emptily and wincing as another wave of pain shrugged through me before I ended up shrugging as I went ahead and put the necklace on. I wasn’t gonna throw it away at this point anyway and it genuinely looked so pretty, and I met it around my throat initially so it wasn’t like I stole it.
After that, I dropped my eyes and let it wander around, slowly realizing that I was still in the same room I had killed Alex in. Alex was still in the same spot I remember him dying in and the blood was still looked around him. I wrinkled my nose at the stench of blood as I slowly got to my feet and walked over to his body. As I stood over him, I waited for the feeling of regret to come into my mind but it didn’t end yo coming. At the end of my wait, all I could still feel was relief and if given thw opportunity again, I was gonna kill him without any hesitation.
The knife I had stabbed him with was still inside of him and as I stared at the end of the crystal hilt protruding from his stomach, I considered leaving the knife inside of him but I ended up deciding against it after getting a feeling of disapproval within me. I hesitated before gingerly crouching beside him and smoothly pulling the knife free from his body. I was definitely creeped out right now and on a normal day, I might be panicking because technically I killed a man and that’s wrong at the end of the day. But then nothing was normal about today, or the day before, or the day I got kidnapped by him.
I wiped the blood off the knife against his cloth before regarding the weapon closely, still weirdly impressed that the knife was coincidently in my pocket after I woke up. For a moment, I wonder who it could be that put it in there after untying me. Clung jt be one of Alex guards who took pity ob me? Or a maid of his?
I didn’t have an answer to this and I desperately wished I did because I was beyond curious as I shoved the knife into my pocket and got to my feet, and I glanced around once before gently stepping out and closing the door after me. The realization hit me once in the other side of the door that Alex was really gone and I won’t ever have to be scared of him returning to come torment me.
I wanted to cry for joy but I knew this wasn’t the time at all. For all I know, one of Alex’s guards might come by soon to come check up on him, then once they see their boss dead, I’d be as good as dead because they won’t ever let me go and would all undoubtedly want revenge.