Her Turn

Loud drums of cruel suspense began beating in the hall, deafening all the ears to the shrieks. The visions of all the eyes present in there got blurred due to the curtain of teary water pooling in them. Every soul was stunned to the core after witnessing the violence. The white tiles imminently dyed into red with blood splashing down from his wrists.

Most of them jumped on their feet when the thudding sound of his hands falling down on the floor resonated in the concentrated atmosphere of the hall.

Danielle immediately covered his mouth with her both hands to stop herself from crying. Drops of hot, raw red liquid splintered onto her face and pierced through her skin. She felt like someone had made cuts on her face with a razor. The man standing next to her in the queue was shrieking, shouting, and crying. Yet no one proceeded to stop Enrique or console this poor soul.

His handless arms were rummaging in front of him, as he was trying to stop him, knowing that he didn't have the hands to do so now.

Her shocked ridden eyes were reflecting the fear. A wave of nausea rushed over her and her heart crumpled within her.

"Am I going to be next!?" She thought.

The intricate shutter of her thoughts were broken by the loud, thudding, coarse voice of Enrique.

"Take him out!"

He gestured to the guards beguilingly watching the scene. Soon the queue disintegrated and few men rushed forward to grab him by the arms and dragged his shivering, terribly crying, drenched in and still dripping blood on the way out.

"Swipe the floor!" Then he strictly ordered the maids standing in a row against the east wall of the hall. A sudden disruption happened and the maids came forward with their cleaning equipment to wipe off the blood.

Danielle remained fixated to her spot; her figure was statuesque and mind was still trying to recover from the incident that she had witnessed. Albeit, she could not think of what could possibly happen with her. Now it was her turn. Enrique was facing her, though he was not looking at her.

A rage was boiling within him from the moment he had seen the girl's hand grasped by another man. The feeling was identifiable and uninterpretable for him as well. Why was he experiencing this? Why was he making an issue so big out of this small matter?

He was aware of the fact that the guard had not touched her intentionally. His purpose was to stop her from escaping but still it was not acceptable for him to see any other man touching her. Only Enrique owned her and he had the right to touch her.

However, he wanted to teach Danielle a lesson for the mistake she had made. Didn't she know, she could not break the rules set by Enrique. How had she even thought of betraying him?

Regardless, he could only think of one way to satisfy the enraged monster going mad within him. Though, he would be a little unfair with the guard but he deserves this too. 'How dare he touch my girl!?'

It was then, Enrique planned the whole scene and advised the staff member, Rouge who had been working for him for a long time now. Meanwhile the other staff members were away to get these two in. Enrique asked Rogue to get the sword.

Rogue's face turned pale when he heard his master's order. For a moment he could not comprehend whether he was serious about it.

"Don't you hear me!?"

Enrique thundered furiously, when he quickly processed the order, bowed his head and jogged towards the study where it had been adored on to the wall covered in a glass box.

Danielle's heart was thumping mildly against her chest, her eyes were bent down, and hand tied in front of her. Tentatively, waiting for her turn, she rubbed her hands considering this might be the last time she was doing it. Soon her hands were going to be cut off. Just like the guard. Whose only fault was that he tried to stop her from escaping.

"Or was it something else!?" Well, Danielle had no idea that this man would be so crazy after her that he could not even bear that any other man touched her and it could lead to such dramatic, and cruel circumstances.

"What's my fate now!?" She thought as he hadn't taken any action for a while. Everyone had left, the staff went back to their work. The guard who became the miserable victim of his anger, was sent to hospital after giving some first aid. A wave of fear, shock, uncertainty had been blowing around. Everyone was as unsure about his next move as Danielle. Obviously, he was not going to let her go that easily without paying for her act.

She had to pay a price too, if not the same as the guard, then maybe worse than that!

No one clearly knows what was going on in his mind!

Danielle released her hands to her side when she sensed him moving closer to her. She grabbed the edge of his shirt she had donned attempting to control her nervousness.

"What was he going to do with her?"

Just then, Rogue came in unannounced, his hands still painted in red as he had given him the first aid.

"What happened!?" Enrique inquired through his questioning gaze.

"He was being sent to the hospital. However, his family came to inquire about the incident. And his son was crying, and wife warned to report it to the police." He stated the information to him in his warm, and obedient tone.

"And! This was all you came here for!?" He said nonchalantly as if none of it bothered him even a bit.

Rogue nodded his head slightly.

"How long have you been working for me!?"

He raised his eyebrows.

"Don't you know on which matters you're supposed to disturb me or not? Or do I have to teach you that all over again."

His voice came on the verge of raising up when Rogue interrupted his speech, and excused.

Danielle, on the other hand, stood there with her head swarmed with the disturbing thoughts blinding and deafening her to the surroundings for a while. It was now her turn and she didn't have the idea or could imagine what could possibly happen with her. She felt her soul crumpling, and breath breaking.

It was then, Enrique's sneering noise busted the shell of her thoughts and dragged her to reality. He was now turning towards her. His proceeding feet made his miserable heart skip a beat.

'Is he going to cut my hands too? Or neck?' an imminent thought occurred to her.

It was then her eyes caught sight of a glint. And within an instant she snapped on to it.