The Black Onyx Pact by Morgana D. Baroque Page B

emphasize or clarify something. It's useful for when you need to enter and exit the role in an elastic way. I think that's all for now. One last thing, madame Améthyste: what did you do to that man?»
    Sibylle chuckles, but doesn't answer, not knowing what to say. The real question is: what he did to her?...

-          Chapter V
     
    “A good traveler has no fixed plans, and is not intent on arriving.”
 
    — Lao Tzu
     
     
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    The night of the rendezvous arrives. Sibylle was told that the ‘ burglar ’ would arrive between 11 pm and 1 am. In the past hours she enjoyed a long hot bath enriched with refined oils; the she massaged her body with a delicate flowers essence and after that she put on few drops of violet perfume. She puts a glossy lotion on her beautiful wavy hair which now look incredibly smooth and silky; she wore a little make-up, a silver chain around her waist and a pearly pink nail polish. She is now putting on a pair of black stockings; two red garters with little bows; a pair of black lace panties; a red tulle babydoll and red high heeled shoes with silver heels. The lights are dimmed, the glass doors of the balcony are open and a sensual background music fills the air.
Everything is ready and the atmosphere is relaxed and intimate. The cats are sleeping in the terrace and Verdâtre the caterpillar turned chrysalis few days before.
Sibylle starts to dance sinuously in front of the mirror in her bedroom. It's a big room, the largest of all the penthouse. There is a huge canopy bed in the center made of wrought iron, and adorned with colorful veils; there are also eleven pillows scattered on the bed and on the floor, and there is a big white round carpet which takes a good part of the room. There is a walk-in closet with sliding mirrors doors and there are two elegant sofas. On the walls there is an amazing trompe l'oeil of a beautiful forest, and on the ceiling there is another one which depicts the shiny surface of the sea, as seen from underwater. And then there are those wonderful glass doors from where one can see the lights of the city.
    Sibylle stops dancing and goes to the kitchen to get a snack. Passing near the front door she sees that it's still locked from the inside as she left it. She still doesn't see how he can enter the apartment. When in the kitchen she opens the silver fridge and stares inside: there is nothing appetizing. After closing it she stiffens seeing a shadow behind her on the reflection of the metal. She slowly turns around and her mouth opens in shock: at the terrace's door there is Drakkar. He is standing with his legs slightly apart, his arms crossed over his chest, his eyes steady on her. He is dressed with combat boots, blacks army pants, a dark T-shirt and a black balaclava that reveals only his piercing eyes. How did he get up there? She lives at the 5th floor!
    Sibylle flattens her back against the fridge while her chest moves dramatically. She glances at the bedroom to the left but, before she can move, his deep voice immobilizes her:
    «Don't move.» he articulates slowly.
    She looks at him and swallows when he begins to approach. He arrives in front of her and places his hands on the side of her face, bending over to get a better look. She stares at him ecstatically. Those eyes... So beautiful, so piercing...
    «P — please, don't hurt me...», she sobs, in her role.
    He growls.
    «I haven't touched you yet and you already whine!» He makes a sound of impatience with his mouth. «Do you have something valuable at home?»
    She gaze at him for a long time but doesn't answer, so he grabs her chin and snarls.
«Answer me!»
She winces and closes her eyes, while her shoulders jump at the sound of his firm voice.
    «I — I have nothing! I have no j — jewels, no money, I — I don't have anything valuable, I'm s — sorry...», she stutters.
    He leaves her chin and backs upright, folding his arms.
    «I hate it when I don't get what I want, it