We Live a Dying Dream


Key Two: Marion:

Jasdevi's attack left Ophelia in a catatonic state. Nothing could reach her. Allen's stomach turned to see her like this. Road patted him on the head.

"This is all your fault," she whispered. "You shouldn't have ran off." Allen gritted his teeth. He tried to push her off. Road snorted.

"You might as well accept your fate," she said.

"I will not," Allen grumbled. His mistress folded her arms across her chest.

"Fine!" she snapped. "Go if you want to! See if I care!" Allen rose to his feet and began walking out of the room. He hadn't made it to the door when he heard Road talking to someone. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw her talking to Ophelia sitting on her bed.

"Look, your friend's trying to leave," she said. "Where is he going to go?" Road leaned into Ophelia's mouth. "Hm? What's that? He can't leave without you? Why is that, I wonder? Oh! Because he promised to get you out of the city with him? Funny, I don't think he can do it right now!" Allen resisted the urge to scream as he stormed out of the room.

Each step Allen took only pissed him off further as he walked down the hall.

"She can't use Ophelia to hold over my head like," he muttered. "How could let those two do that to her?" Allen felt anger towards Road, Jasdevi, and himself. He promised to take Ophelia out of the city and wound up back into the tower. His mistress forced him in place as Jasdevi repeatedly violated Ophelia in front of him. What could he do now? Ophelia became dead weight after being raped and beaten. Plus, Road would be damned if she let him escape again. Allen found himself too angry to think straight. He lifted his head, looking around.

"Wait, where am I going?" he asked. "Is this even the right way?"

"Yes, just keep going down the hall," a woman's voice said.

"Oh, thanks," Allen said. He stopped in his tracks, looking around. "Who said that? Who are you? What do you want from me?"

"I'm trying to help you! Just go down the hall!"

Allen shook his head. "No! You're trying to trick me! You're one of them, aren't you?"

"No, I'm not! Just go down the hall to the elevator!"

"You're lying! You're trying to trap me!"

"No, I'm not!"

Allen backed away. "Liar! I don't believe you! It's trap, I just know it!"

"Oh for god sake!" A bone skinny woman appeared in front of him, frowning. Her dark hair came down to her waist as Allen could see through her dress. His jaw dropped.

"Wait… you're an angel too?" he asked.

"Yes!" the woman shouted. "Will you just go down the hall already?!" Minutes later, Allen followed behind with his head lowered. The female angel snorted.

"Honestly, you're lucky you can roam around this stinking tower without consequences!" she said, growling.

"Look, I said I was sorry for accusing you a monster."

The angel rolled her eyes. "Yeah, yeah." She blew her bangs upwards.

"Anyway, thanks."




Allen's eyes shifted left and right. "What is your name?"


"I'm Allen."

"I know who you are."

The angel backed up, startled. "You do?"

"Oh yes, everyone knows about how you escaped the tower. Though, I am curious about something."

Allen gave her an odd look. "What?"

"How the hell did you and that girl get caught so easily?"

The other angel laughed nervously. "I'm trying to figure that one out myself." He looked when his mood changed. "Say, where are we going?"

Marion rolled her eyes and groaned. "Do you have to keep asking questions? Trust me on this, damn it!"

He put up his hands with a sweat drop on the back of his head. "Okay, okay!" The angel sighed.

"Idiot," she mumbled under her breath. They walked into the elevator and closed the doors.

Back in her room, Road placed a call for a special order with her plans.

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