~~~~~ Ace's Mansion ~~~~~In the living room, a glaring contest was busy happening between Lycan and Ace, the Dennison's had come to his mansion faster than he expected."Where is my sister? Why can't I see her anywhere around?" Lycan questioned in an accusing tone, his hands balled into a fist.Mr. and Mrs. Dennison threw their son a scolding gaze, Mrs. Dennison had a little smile at the edge of her lips. She wanted to see her daughter soon, but she bottled up all her happiness."Young master Hawthorne, please don't be upset. Pardon my son for his insolence." Dennis pleaded on Lycan's behalf. Ace turned his eyes towards Natalie's Father, his face expressionless, he was sitting like a king before his subject. His fingers, which were busy clicking and tapping on the handle of his chair, came to a halt."It's nothing Mr. Dennison, I forgive him for his insolence. There's no reason for you to worry." Ace muttered in a calm tone and Dennis nodded his head.Dennis turned his gaze to his s
Natalie Ace Mansion Natalie stared at Ace in startled silence following his unexpected marriage proposal in front of her entire family. Her heart raced as she attempted to digest his bold comments. "Marry you?" Natalie eventually spoke, barely above a whisper. "But...we have only just met. This is quite sudden." Lycan jumped up from his seat, rage on his face. "There's no way my little sister is marrying you!" he exclaimed, advancing to a protective stance in front of Natalie. "She's just a girl; you can't make these kinds of decisions for her!" "Silence," Ace said calmly, extending his hand. "This is between Natalie and myself. I'm offering her an option, not deciding for her." He returned his concentrated attention to Natalie, who wilted under the weight. "Well? What is your response?" Will you marry me? Natalie felt her parents' worried looks sear into her. She understood that marrying Ace would provide their family with financial security for the rest of their lives. But was she
Natalie felt like she couldn't breathe as she entered the sitting room to give Ace her final response. Her family had gathered, their looks expressing the gravity of the situation. Ace stood in front of the fireplace, his back to her, as she entered. As she neared, he slowly turned, his face a mask. "Well?" he asked frankly. "What is your decision?" Natalie's mouth felt as dry as the desert. She looked at her parents and saw desperate hope mixed with worry in their eyes. Then came Lycan, whose features were set in a defiant look at Ace. She inhaled a shuddering breath. For a tiny moment, she pictured herself as Ace's wife, dressed in finery and wanting nothing more than what material wealth might bring. But something inside her recoiled at the thought of that gilded cage. "I...I can't accept your proposal," she finally muttered, dreading Ace's reaction while feeling a strange sort of satisfaction for following her heart. "Please know that I am honored, but I cannot marry you. It would
Natalie felt as if the floor had dropped out from beneath her feet. Sell her soul, her freedom, and her entire life to Ace. The notion was so perverse, so utterly devoid of humanity, that she could scarcely process it. "You're...you're insane," she stammered, unable to fully mask the tremor in her voice. "You can't be serious." Ace's features remained coldly impassive. "I can assure you, I've never been more lucid." He rose from his seat and began slowly circling her like a predator evaluating its prey. "Think of it more as...an extremely specialized form of indentured service. One where the length and terms are indefinite." "This is madness!" Natalie knew her voice had taken on a shrill, desperate edge, but she was powerless to temper it. "You're talking about enslaving me!" Ace tsked softly. "Such an unrefined term. I prefer to think of it as bringing your potential into my dedicated service." He stopped, holding her with an intense stare that seemed to burn straight through her. "Yo
Natalie felt her body tingle with energy and bravado in response to Ace's disguised threat. Some primal part of her seemed to relish the opportunity to fight back against his cruelty. "Is that so?" she said, striving to keep her voice steady. "Well, I think it's about time you got a taste of having your control challenged for once." She leaned further over the desk, revealing Ace's flared nostrils as her defiance struck a chord. "Do you want to attempt breaking me, Hawthorne? Have at it. But I can assure you that you will not appreciate the process. His jaw tightened almost subtly. "We'll see about that." Then, before Natalie could understand the movement, Ace's palm darted out and clamped vice-like around her wrist. She let out a shocked gasp as he yanked her forward, her torso smashing into the desk edge with bone-rattling power. "Get one thing through that pretty little head of yours," he growled, his face mere inches from hers. Natalie could feel the fire in his words and smell th
The days after Ace's terrible treatment of Natalie at dinner were a tumultuous, bizarre game of cat-and-mouse around the huge manor grounds. He seemed to take pleasure in tormenting her at every turn, his presence a foreshadowing of further degradation. But Natalie refused to be the frightened captive he had clearly intended. She shadowed his movements with a barely contained ferocity, like a cat pursuing its unwary prey through the underbrush. Every calculated smile and offhanded remark he sent her way just fueled the banked fires of her hatred. Natalie finally took advantage of an opening during one of these predatory circuits. Ace had led a pair of suspicious business associates on a tour of Hawthorne's immaculately manicured gardens and residential wings. Natalie followed them between shaded archways and groomed hedgerows, watching and waiting. Her moment arrived when the group arrived on the south patio. Natalie struck while Ace leaned against the stone balustrade, telling his gu
Natalie's days after her dramatic meltdown on the terrace were like a fever dream that she couldn't quite remember. Her next conscious memory was of waking up in a dimly lit room with her arms firmly wrapped and the cloying aroma of antiseptics in the air. A whispered voice brought her attention to the figure seated beside the bed: a slim, serious-looking man with wire-rimmed glasses and thinning gray hair. He looked at her with clinical detachment, which sent a shiver down her spine. "Ah, welcome back to the land of the coherent, Miss Dennison," he murmured in a smooth, sinisterly detached tone. "You had us quite concerned there for a spell." Natalie blinked slowly, images of the wrecked patio and searing pain returning in fragmented spurts. A wild giggle crept up her throat before she could control it. "How courteous of you to be concerned for my well-being, sir," she rasped in a terrible imitation of a refined tone. "Although I imagine keeping the master's playthings functional is
Natalie's spiral into lunacy accelerated in the days that followed, culminating in a nearly frenzied insanity. The murmurs that had originally taken root in her thoughts had become a cacophonous chorus, their siren melody drowning out any notion of reason or restraint. Her self-mutilations became increasingly intricate and violent as she attempted to communicate with the dark creatures that had trapped her psyche. Bloody sigils and incantations covered her entire body, practically vibrating with an awful vitality. Ace watched these frightening alterations from a distance, his typical composure gradually giving way to a gleam of begrudging fascination. This was no longer the rebellious yet vulnerable woman he had aimed to break and subjugate. Natalie had abandoned her mortal coil, revealing a darker and more unpredictable side. Ace, for all his calculating malice, was terrified by the idea of what she could become. Natalie's screams of passionate anguish rang through the moonlit hallwa