Chapter 15: She’s Mine
"Hands. Off. Her."
Without being told for the second time, both men released their grip on her, and Samantha once again found herself on the cold floor. Her disheveled golden-blonde hair covered both sides of her pale-stricken face, leaving her features protected by its shadow.
With her quivering hands, she managed to push herself up into a sitting position. Her hair swayed slightly at her movements, and when she raised her head up to look at who had stopped them, the only thing her blurry vision could catch a glimpse of was someone magnificently clad in white.
Was it her Angel of death? Is he here to take her soul this time around? Nothing else invaded her mind more than finding herself dead in a few minutes.
"My Lord," their heads were instantly dipped in a very low bow, not daring to look him in the eyes as they spoke. "She’s a murderer and needs to be punished severely for it. Madame Cerise gave us a strict order to take her to the solitary room, she needs to learn." Samantha could hear one of her Madame’s men say to the strange man in white, but the strange fellow barely batted his lashes at their provocative report.
"Hmmm... are the eyes I see of any use to you? Or are you turning a blind eye to obvious circumstances?" The young man in white asked in a matter-of-fact tone, leaving the two foolish men who exchanged glances, utterly confused and intimidated by his question.
"My Lord?"
"Weak, drained, hungry, starved to the bone." The two men instinctively shifted back when he moved forward and crouched down to Samantha’s level, his gloved index finger resting on her chin as he gently tipped her head up so he could stare into her water-filled drooping eyes.
"Close to the brink of losing consciousness," his hardened gaze shifted to both men who gulped down in fear, trembling slightly with their heads bowed deep. "A murderer doesn’t possess these physical qualities, only a helpless person has these qualities."