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𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐓𝐰𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐲 𝐒𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧

RopeBurn

"Mirror, mirror on the wall
I'll make sure you crack and fall
I made strides, don't call me sweet
Chaos organizes me"

Marco

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This chapter contains mild sexual content

     My ear was talked off for nearly three hours, leaving three hours of my time spent with an excruciating erection. The tight fabric of my jeans suffocated my little friend, killing me off slowly and wearing down the patience I had with my father.

     I hadn't heard any screaming from Elvira, most likely meaning she had gotten some way to get free from the bondage I had left her in. I admit it was unwise to leave her there even though I figured she'd get free, she could have severely hurt herself. Mateo likely freed her the moment my foot passed the doorway. He had always set free any critters I lured into my web, which was why he wouldn't inherit the business. He was too soft.

     "Micetta, are you ready to apologize?" Pulling back the door revealed my loosely hung belt from the bedpost and no Elvira hanging on the other end. In fact Elvira wasn't anywhere in the room, and I knew she hadn't left the room based on how I would have seen her passing my door. She wasn't desperate enough to leave the house through the window nor was she in shape to do so.

The liquor cabinet had been broken open, a broken fork laying on the floor next to it. How she knew to open a locked cabinet with a locked fork was beyond me. What I was aware of was that all of the alcohol in that cabinet was finely aged, and while that wouldn't cause it to hit harder it was all incredibly strong. I had been drinking since I turned thirteen, and even I couldn't finish an entire bottle without getting a bit too tipsy. Well, drunk. I couldn't finish an entire bottle without being completely shitfaced.

So it worried me to see bottles I knew were freshly opened completely empty. At least two wine bottles were completely empty, a few opened bottles barely touched.

     "Elvira Darling?" That was when the broken bottle with a pile of blood caught my attention. My heart sunk at the sight, hopefully Elvira hadn't hurt herself too bad, or better yet killed one of my maids. A singular set of bloody footprints lead to the bathroom door. "Elvira? I'm coming in." I have a small warning before opening the door and making my way into the bathroom.

    Next to a pool of her own vomit laid Elvira, her black hair sprawled over both her hair and the marble floor. She was covered in sweat, beads dripping down from her forehead. Her blouse was left unbuttoned no doubt from where she began to get sick.

As for the blood, it had come from her foot. The blood had clotted enough to where it didn't seem to bleed nearly as bad. Upon further looking the cut wasn't nearly as big on the bottom of the floor as it was on the top. Both were shallow and would heal without stitches.

     Elvira had missed the toilet only by a few feet, leaving the vomit for someone else to clean up. I couldn't ask Aisha to clean up after her bodily fluids, though the bottles in the room were an easy task.

     After Aisha was alerted to clean the room I cleaned up the blood and vomit, sitting Elvira up against the bathroom cabinet while doing so. Next was the wound on her foot, which I plucked the glass from with tweezers. I didn't bandage her foot until after I gave her a cold shower. Even with the cold water she stayed out cold. No doubt from all of the alcohol she consumed.