His neck itched, it had marks all over.
Since the debacle in the morning Krodh has locked himself up, he laid in his bed motionless desperately concentration to fall sleep, but her words echoed in his ears. Will he be abandoned? Krodh whimpered he wants to beg for forgiveness, whip himself for her but his legs faltered on the thought of facing her. The greatest fear of his was disappointing his master. Desperation kicked him even in his procrastination, he started scribbling on the books he had, cleaned the dusted bookshelf, searched around every corner for a momentary relieve.....he found one of his flintlock pistol on top of a wooden almirah.
A gift from his owner, his life-savor. A thought intruded his mind, 'Should I end it all.' He swallowed the muzzle. Will the torments end?.....'How will she react?' he thought to himself. 'Damn, if only I could know'; 'I hope it hurts....'
The horrible sense of guilt multiplied the sensation of coldness and the taste of iron spreading through his saliva, he decided against it and examined the gun.
"Shit this ain't even loaded" he motioned to throw it away but the morality behind such action was too grave to take another step. Fangs of depression licked his wound with it's poisonous tongue. Not only was he a mook but also a sot that was vulnerable this entire time.
'If a burglar or an assassin aimed this room at night I would have been dead.'
Krodh felt naked, a breeze blew all over, an unpleasant cold one. He immediately reached out for his even more precious wand secured under his pillow. Upon equipping it his confidence skyrocketed but still in darkness this won't help him either. He paced around his room, contemplating if visiting the arsenal would be the right call. The discomfort of being defenseless and the uneasiness in his heart made his strides relentless.
'What if I run into her.... Can I kill myself with this wand'
A thought flashed in his mind can he hurt himself with magic in parts that don't reflect in his vision. Krodh formulated the tactical advantage or usability if such feat was possible. He held the wand against his under jaw and activated his magic, of course as he expected nothing happened. Then another idea flashed his mind; can he accomplish it with the aid of a mirror. He stood beside the object trying to find the answer at once. This time he hesitated, it was his instincts. Not wanting to be anywhere near a deathblow he aimed at the tip of his fingernails. His reflection replicated his action.
There was knock in the door.
Krodh was unpleased by this intrusion. His chain of thoughts stopped.
"Who is it?"
"Young master Krodh please excuse me" A maid entered his room. Krodh was standing at the opposite end of the room his back facing her. She bowed down and said, "There is a message for you from Lady Ludmilla."
Krodh turned around and took a single step to cover the distance between him and the maid. Brought his face down as close as he could, their lips inches away from mingling together. The maid due to this sudden aggression took a step back, her face conveyed fear while her body took a position to accelerate at any given moment. Krodh having a wand and a pistol in his hands didn't help the situation either.
"Say it" Krodh's eyes enlarged as if to engulf her hole, brough his ears closer to the messenger.
"T...the lady wants too...ughh.....She wants you to be present in the lawn by afteroon, as you seee... Lord Stuart Mayfly will be arriving within an hours..... and he seeks you for a business of his" The maid tried her hardest to not stutter a word.
"I see"
"The Lady also wants you to....to.... visit her quarter once you are free from Lord Mayfly's appointment, s...she wants discuss about the academy you'll be admitted soon"
The maid stopped and looked around, avoiding eye contact, eying for the exit. The next message was a fatal one for her own being, so the words stopped at her throat.
"Anything else"
"There is a message from Master Theovan" whispered the maid at last.
Krodh dropped his arms and gripped the maid on her shoulders, he didn't make eye contact. His grip grew stronger with each passing moment.
The maid was pale in fear, her breathe fastened, fervently hoped that the earth itself would engulf her. The terror was so much that she couldn't make whether it was his hand in anger or her body in fear that caused the topsy-turvy of her vision.
"Out with it" Krodh roared...the maid desperately tried to free herself but the biological difference was way too much. He took a good look at the girl, she appeared to be a bit more older, perhaps same age as Bracknell.
"He...said" cried the girl ,"He wanted to apologize to you but couldn't make it as he had a urgent matter in hand. So.....he wants to make up by tutoring you on some subject related political and social matters upon his return." The girl opened her mouth desperate for breathe.
"He was also thankful for the omelet you made for him. He praised it for being so delicious that he clean the plate.....ate every morsel...he would treat you in the capital upon your visitation for your academy"
Krodh grip tightened faster and deeper, he was gnashing his teeth, involuntarily shaking the girl.
"Pitying me....fucking asshole.....If only he ate the shit I made peacefully..."
He was fuming in anger. Blind and tyrannical with every breathe he took.
"Please don't kill me" The maid cried, praying forgiveness to the tyrant, her words didn't reach his ears.
Finally the girl collapsed, Krodh released her. Her spirit revitalized upon sensing freedom from the tyrant. The muscles of her legs enlarged every fiber tearing apart, the spasm can be felt as her heels griped the floor itself. It was a powerful last spurt. It even left a scratch on the marble.
"Don't you dare tell this anyone or....."
The maid ran away before he could finish his sentence.
Krodh calmly collected his tools from the floor and sat on his bed, his eyes redder than ever was. But he had a smile in his face nonetheless.
Later that day many maids and butler reported to the head butler Malvolio that through out the afternoon reverted a sound, a sentence again and again echoing at the end of all compartments. It was haunting, the mansion has been haunted such rumors spread just like the words that echoed:
"May I run into them" "May I run into them" "May I run into them" "May I run into them" "May I run into them" "May I run into them" "May I run into them" "May I run into them" "May I run into them"