farewell, my love

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He roared another laughter — as expected to hear from such poor little lady. Her questions arouse just fine, temping him to answer her in detailed. The reason he’s doing it? Simple. For fun. He doesn’t need a deeper reason or a vast explanation for it. Bet she understand it completely even if she didn’t asked him that funny question - or him not answering back. Matteo tapped his expensive heels against the cracking wooden floor, slowly deleting the distance between them. His knees folded just in front of her — him squatting down. He made sure he’ll see the deadly smirk on his face as he grasped her tiny little head. His nails dug on her cheeks without permission, eyes locking at hers. "How ‘bout you try it, miss? I’m not stopping you" His teeth were showcased as his lips broaden a smile. "I believe you’re fairly aware of the impossibility of your words." 

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A mansion built during the first war – when Korea hardly been recognized as one; it’s a place older than she is.  Hidden in the depths of a vast forest no one dared to wander alone, entwined with enormous mountain and thick gloom clouds. Only the sound of those wild animals hibernating from the cold of the night, and the chirping of those birds nesting in every branch and trunks supplied the spectators she needed to survive. The place was indeed perfect for abduction – with no survival. Matteo crashed his gaze from the front door to the woman below him as he caught her waking up. He observed her resist through words and let out a soft laughter from her ignorance. He resumed dragging her inside the mansion, tossing her petite body in the middle of the living area – it was immense, dusty and old. Authentic pieces of good history sprinkled on every inch and fold. She was the only vibrant – a classy accessory that lighten up the dusk in that room. He stared at her for a moment without saying a word. Travelling his park of dark orbs from her little toes up to her child-like face. Matteo didn’t bother to hide the malevolence smirk on his face – the darkness simmering from his brawny features. His ears feasted on her plea – neglecting the seriousness of her tone, and take it as hilarity. “There’s no anyone, missy.” His voice hushed and low echoed throughout the room. “I’ve put such effort taking you, now why would I let you go?”