Sweet Sin - S01 E103

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Sweet Sin - S01 E103

Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 103

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The room felt like a vapor of volcano was dripping from a part of the ceilings, and a downpour of cold calm water from another part.

Seraphina felt both, and her mind buttons malfunctioned.

She felt sick.

She wants to press herself back and not feel a thing from the question she just heard, but she also badly wants to believe it meant something.

But it’s not easy pulling herself back. After all, it’s the first time a man asked her how her night went.

It’s the first time a man brought her breakfast in bed.

It’s the first time a man allowed her on his bed.

She’s on his laps, lips an inch apart, their noses brushing everytime.

He’s even smiling softly, but she knows better. She choose the fiery volcano part to believe. She choose to believe this is all fake and unreal.

Vince broke her once.

Dean broke her twice.

This man in front of her won’t be allowed to do that the third time.

She pushed herself up from his laps, and he let her go without trying to hold her down forcefully.

She stepped away from him and slowly brushed her hair back, avoiding eye contact.

“If you have anything to say to me, say it and be plain. Don’t sugarcoat things and try to make me feel better by fakery. I’m…fine, and I don’t need your pity.” She muttered.

A little, undetected breach made Tobias’s eyes shift for a second, but he slipped back his blankness immediately. He stopped smiling.

He picked the food tray from the bed, then he stood and let it go.

The tray landed hard on the floor, letting away all of it’s contents.

The fruits, tea, bread and whatnot. They spilled away. Some of the tea spilled on her pyjamas.

The congratulatory message disappeared from the LED door too.

He went for the exit.

“Someone will bring you a new food tray that’s not fake.” He coldly said before stepping away.

He slammed the door.

Seraphina sat back in bed, staring at the mess of food on the floor.

She looked at her stained pyjamas and raised her legs to bed, wrapping her arms around her knees.

She sat there for nearly an hour, unmoved till she noticed that robotic hand stretching from the wall again.

She stood, jumped over the food mess and went to the wall.

“You need something? Press the button!” The hand voice spoke.

Seraphina pressed one of the buttons beside it, and a bottle of whiskey rolled into that hand.

It’s a wall cellar.

She took the wine, opened it with a pop and began drinking.

She ended her night with one bottle of wine last night, she might as well open her day with another bottle.

She stayed by that wall as she drank like a drunkard, and when she turned, she noticed a metal cigar box on the bed drawer. His cigar box.

She went for it, picked one, and fired it up using the metal box itself.

She had a long drag and pushed the smokes down with whiskey.

She looked at the wasted food on the floor again, took another drag, imagining his back view when he was going out angrily earlier.

She drank again, and her phone buzzed in bed.

She was drinking as she went for the phone, picking it up.

It’s a text.

She flipped it open…

• I missed you, little angel.

Little Angel.

That was what he called her. That was what Vince called her.

She dropped the phone and puffed on the cigarette again, shoving her fingers into her hair.

Surprisingly, she got an idea for her next crocheting project.

She got the idea like a raging storm, and she immediately looked for a paper in his room, but she found none. This room is way too organized that it felt impossible to find such.

Even a pen is nowhere.

She went to the wall again, pressing another button.

“I need a pen, and a sketchbook.” She muttered as if testing it.

Two minutes later, she heard soft sounds by the door.

She went for it and saw Grimm right there, knocking with it’s paws.

The dog held a sketchbook and a pen between it’s teeth.

She took the items and wanted to stroke it’s head, but the dog left before she could.

She returned inside and quickly sent a text to Allison.

Seraphina: I’m fine, don’t start worrying again. Whenever you’re less busy next week, we’ll throw my success party together.

After sending, she began sketching the idea she got.

Alone in the room, she worked fast, sketching, smoking, drinking.

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[Wrath Investments Empire]

Estelle felt things were going too well for the first few minutes.

She entered the company easily cos the hack handlers of Odium got her back. They were hacking the tech doors for her easy entry.

When she got to the threshold, the lights were hacked off, throwing the whole company into darkness.

Estelle marched forward, careful under the dark, face cap low.

She started with the first workstation system. She plugged it on, and her backers hacked into it.

She entered the system.

From her phone, she transferred the laundering documents to the system.

Everything went easy and cool till she got to the tenth system.

The HR is really large, so she still has so many systems to go.

But immediately she opened the eleventh one, the Empire lights came on brightly. Every bulb cast a blinding glow on her.

Her head to shoot up.

“Fûck!” She cussed, heart jumping off her chest. “No no…it’s not supposed to come on till I’m done!”

She pocketed her phone quickly and left that workstation, running to the middle where the door is at.

A man in white suit and split bangs hair sat there, holding a white walking cane too, and a white hat.

She froze, cos the man isn’t alone.

He’s with fully clothed guys who despite their well covered bodies looked dangerous and hefty.

Five of them stood behind him like his protectors.

Though, he looks intimidating enough to not need protection.

Estelle’s heart flew again.

The man in white jammed his palm together, clapping loudly with a second intervals between each clap.

“You’re one interesting rat, Estelle?” He mentioned. “Yeah, it’s Estelle. You’re the one they picked from the church, and you could have been a good rat if I hadn’t caught you. Basically, my existence is your curse.” He laughed shortly, sighing.

Estelle shifted back.

“Who’re you?” She swallowed.

“You don’t know me?” He stood, using his walking cane. His left leg looks slightly unbalanced. “Well that’s bad, cos Vince St. Graves rings powerful bells across countries.”

“St….” Estelle’s face drained of all color. “St. Graves?”

“I love the way that surname rings doom, too bad I have few undeserving people bearing it with me, but not to worry, they’ll soon become dust, and I’ll claim my throne and my woman as appropriately as I should.” Vince continued.

Estelle saw the five guys moving slightly away from the door, and she took the opportunity to run, but her luck ran out before she could reach the opening. A leg kicked her tummy, sending her flying back into the HR.

She crashed into a workstation, falling the system and keyboard and entangling the wires.

One of the wires peeled, and the naked cable touched her.

She trembled with the electric currents as shocks shot through her, but someone turned off the company lights again, saving her.

The five hefty men moved in the dark, sensing additional people in the room, and it’s indeed true.

Other people have entered.

Other people that entered with swarm of butterflies behind them, filling the HR with wings.

“Odds?” Vince muttered.

Estelle was pulled up by one of them, and she was pushed aside to a wall where she can rest.

In the dark, the rest of the Odds moved in synchronized harmony, shoving themselves to the faces of the five hefty men of Vince.

The HR became their fighting field, and the darkness their fuel.

Systems crashed, wires shredded, bodies flew from the south wall to the west side, right to left.

Punches landed like thunderclap, and kicks replicated. Different dangerous weapons flashed in the dark, blades and chains kissing.

By the time the lights came back on, the HR was already bloody. No body is down yet, but everyone is obviously wounded, and the faces of the Odds finally came to view.

Yalda and Migos led the other three behind them.

“Oh, I see…” Vince’s voice floated. “It’s Tobias’s best men. How does it feel working for the bastard who’ll soon die by my hands?”

Migos’s hotheaded nature caught up. Hearing someone call Tobias a bastard made him mad.

He jumped to Vince’s side, tackling him with brute force, but Vince wasn’t like the others he had tackled.

He swirled dangerously and threw Vince a side punch.

Vince’s head tipped back, slowly, and he watched the punch flying past him before he raised his walking cane.

He brought the metal down on Migos’s throat, but before it could land, Migos tipped back too.

That was just Vince’s coverup move cos immediately Migos tipped back, Vince threw his own punch at Migos’s chest, hard and gritty.

Migos staggered back, crashing against the wall.

Vince sighed.

“Your First Man didn’t tell you he wasn’t the only one who entered several fighting undergrounds as a youngster?” He muttered. “I entered everywhere Tobias entered, fought everywhere he fought, but maybe he didn’t know, cos he thought he had an upper hand when he slammed the nail in my knee back then.”

He looked down at his walking cane and let out another sigh.

Migos still stood by that wall, watching him.

Estelle is still by the second wall, resting and getting over the shock.

Yalda and the other Odds are still at the center with Vince’s men, thrashing each other so bad.

Yalda lifted up one of the men and threw him away like tissue roll, but she got kicked in the backbone as retaliation. She retaliated too by twisting back on her heels.

She sat on a table and lifted a wire with the heel, wrapped it around a neck and pulled hard from the back with her teeth and hand.

“Rose once said you loved talking too much, Vincent the one-legged man. You didn’t change.” Migos chuckled.

Hearing the one-legged part, Vince raised his cane to fling, but the lights went off again.

Darkness reclaimed the walls.

By the time the lights came back on in a minute, the Odds were gone, and Vince’s men are all still complete except for the one whose neck was wired by Yalda. He’s on the floor, caressing his neck slowly.

Vince stayed calm, and instantly, police sirens filled the premises from the ground floor to here.

“Clear whatever they planted on the systems and let’s get out before the fucking cops get here.” Vince said.

His men began opening the systems one by one.

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