The black Lunza groaned and hummed down the pebbled road of the busy London street. I sat next to Benjamin who read a newspaper but I kept my eyes on the scenery outside the window while the Duke huffed and puffed annoyed by the fact that I still look feminine in this get-up, I just rolled my eyes at his childish ignorance; Benjamin was purposely ignoring the Dukes sighs of agony and disagree. Silence past through the small cabin until another huffed came through:

"My lord I cannot be any more muscular then this" I stressed with my hands "I am a woman after all"

"I thought with your robust features, it would work but you just look like a soft young boy", he said looking out of the window

"Well forgive me for looking like a girl," I said sarcastically as I crossed arms and turned back to the window.

We pulled up to a pure white Victorian apartment, it looked cold and barren; a place that was more of an exhibit then to live in.

We greeted by a woman, whose face seemed to be carved out of stone, she looked down at us with a scowl from hell; after a while of her giving us the evil eye, she finally recognized the Duke and invited us in.

We sat in a painfully white drawing-room, it was so white I didn't want to sit down in fear of making something dirty. My eyes moved from the white linen curtains to the fur white carpet and leather couches, the Duke sat on the chair left of me as Benjamin joining me on the sofas facing the bare fireplace. Suddenly the sound of chains caught my ear and turned to the door, I felt the Duke eyes land on me as the drawing-the room door opened and Sir Richardson walked in with the stone-cold woman from early. He stretched his arms outward as he greeted the Duke and Benjamin, he gave me a weird look, then turned away ignoring my presence.

"gentlemen, what a pleasure to have an audience with you two; I tried talking to you, my lord, but you slipped away before I had a chance" he smiled. I wouldn't call Sir Richardson handsome but he was good looking with his sadistic smile and snake eyes.

"yes" the Duke sat back into his seat "we are actually here on business" I watched Sir Richardson lean towards him interested.

"Is there a more secure area to discuss our proposal without any interruption?" Benjamin asked in all sincerity.

"yes, of course," Sir Richardson stood to his feet and lead us up the stairs to a very neat white cabinet, with a big window behind a big white pine desk.

He gestured to the two chairs in front of the desk, when I took a seat his frowned:

"Forgive but is this not a private discussion?" he gestured towards me as I rolled my eyes.

"This is my protection" the Duke as Sir Richardson gave him a confused look.

"it's pretty basic" he gestures to me

"would you believe he is dangerous, no, which makes my attackers confused" Sir Richardson nodded agreeing. I looked to Benjamin from my seat, he stood by the door as I nodded to him. I looked at the Duke and gave him the signal to distracted the Sir into a conversation:

"you need to keep your voice in a low smooth tone," I said as we sat in the hotel room, discussing the plan and me, teaching them about hypnosis

"Do I keep it simple or converse exceptionally?" the Duke looked to me

"A mix of both" I turned to the Duke "we want to soothe his mind but we also don't want to alert his brain to look for foreplay" he nodded as Benjamin took notes.

The Duke steered the conversation into some the made-up business about goats and fire but that was not what distracted me, the way he lowered his already deep voice into a smooth velvety tone; I took a breathe in as I heard it. I looked at him but his eyes kept the subject entertained :

"eye contact and stillness, silence but only the Duke may speak. Don't let him interrupted you because if he speaks, he is thinking. We don't want that" I looked at Benjamin and the Duke.

As the Duke rambled on about the goat, I pulled out my old pocket watch; I watched Sir Richardson turn his eyes towards it as I slowly swayed it back and forth but keeping my hand relaxed and made the movement more natural then intentional. On that note, the hypnosis was upon us; his eye would get heavy every few seconds but then he would wake himself again.

Constantly watching his eyes droop and pop open was frustrating, I guess not doing this too often has it's a toll on me; as I kept the watch at a slow-paced, I felt a hand squeeze my knee and I jumped which made Sir Richardson jumps and processed to sit up straight in his chair. I looked at the Duke as his eyes kind of apologized to me, I just nodded and continue to sway as before.

I had to keep my head straight but I couldn't because, for every minute, the Duke would instead of squeezing my knee as before; he would move it up a little higher. Trying to keep my raging hormones and wild imagination calm while hypnotizing someone is no easy task.

I finally got the Sir Richardson unconscious, I could finally breathe as I looked to the Duke to continue his slow smooth velvety talking; as I walked over to the unconscious man side. I placed my watch to his ear as I motioned to the Duke to come forth:

"by the time we get him unconscious, the Duke and I" I was interrupted by the Duke

"I told you to call me William" he hissed in frustration as just looked at him and smile

"As I was saying, the DUKE and I will move to his sides; I will place my watch to his ear, to get a steady beat his mind can follow while, you, my lord will keep your voice neutral as before" I watch him roll his eyes as Benjamin tried to keep his laugh in. "this will allow us to reach his subconscious mind" I explained by moving my hands about.

I looked at Duke as I raised the man's hand up gently, I looked at two concern men in the room as I slowly dropped it; he remained unmoved and unfazed by it. I let out a deep breath and moved to crouch down beside him to put my watch on the table and take off my shoes, I looked up at the Duke and communicated with my eyes on what he needed to do.

As we walked out of the room, I pulled the Duke back; he gave a disapproving grunt and looked down at me confused.

"I need you to promise me something" I whispered to him so that Benjamin couldn't hear me. He just raised his eyebrow in curiosity. "promise me this, if I get stuck in his mind; I will need you to pull me out" leaned forward as moved his hand to his mouth

"how?" he looked into my eyes.

"Hit me or cause any type of pain towards me" he looked at me and shook his head as I pulled onto his arm "I need you to if you don't; I could die in there" looked down at my feet "just promise me" he looked down the hall to the stairs and nodded slowly.

I looked up at him as he turned the man towards me and Benjamin placed another chair behind me, I sat down taking a deep breath and slowly placed my hands on both of Sir Richardson's ones; I nodded as I closed my eyes.

I watched her body relax as her eyes closed, I moved my eyes to Ben; he stood by the door to keep watch for anyone, no interruption as she said. I still can't wrap my head around this, she just made a person sleep by purely using a watch, a voice, and eye contact. How? I don't understand it, Ben is no help for he takes it as it is; how can he be so calm about this with all that's happened, it seems so surreal.

I opened my eyes and found myself in a room, ghostly figures flashed past me; moving in and out of the room. Nurses, doctors, and Sir Richardson were seen moving about the room as if trap in a time-lapse, in the bed laid a pale thin body; her vibrate red hair was now a flat mellow pink. Her breathe raised and fell desperate for some life as she hangs on from death, I was about to move to her side when I heard a conversation happening behind me.

I turned to the jarred door, I heard voices; I walked out into the hallway to find Sir Richardson and a short stout gentleman. They stood a few feet away, I moved to their distant voices until I could hear what they were saying:

"you promised me it will get the job done" Sir Richardson shout whispered.

"It will calm down" the short stout man mumbled as sweat dripped down his brow.

"CALM DOWN" Sir Richardson shouted as the short man tried to stop him. Wiping his mouth with a dirty handkerchief " now it's costing me money and her family is getting suspicious, suspicion doesn't get me the money" he turned away from the short man and walk off down the hall.

Suddenly the scene changed, I found myself in a familiar white cabinet even though now it was grey; Sir Richardson stood leaning over his desk with head low. I walked over to the side of him as the short gentleman came into view, he looked distressed as Sir Richardson looked amused:

"How could you that?" he short whispered at him.

"The belladonna was not working, it was my only choice" he sat down in his chair and smirk.

"by using white arsenic. Are you out of your mind?" move toward the proud man

"It did the job, did it?" he smiled proudly

"you have no idea what you just did" he stood tall walking over to man's side.

"that arsenic doesn't leave the body until a few days, weeks even, your in-laws are already suspicious; what if they get the police involved. This whole shit could be traced back to me" he explained with his hands as the man laugh bitterly.

"money goes a long way" he commented with a smirk

"Bull" he pointed to the door "this will come back to bite you and I don't want to here for that" he turned and left the room as Sir Richardson stood to his feet, an evil look filled his eye as I was pulled away from the scene.

I was in a Graveyard, sounds of crickets and swirling wind fill the moonlit outside space. I started walking between gravestones when a lady in a pure white lacy dress caught my eye; she was wandering through the place as if to tell me to follow her but instead of gleefully strolling through the field, she yelled and wailed in agony until she stops at the gravestone. Her eyes finally found mine, such beautiful sea green jewels that were filled with tears they shone like crystals.

The darkness beneath her eyes and sunken cheeks brought tears to my eyes, she was skin and bone, her outstretched arm and pointed finger shook in the roaring wind. I gazed down at the grave and everything around me became quiet, all I heard was screaming, banging and scratching coming from below; my breath was knock out of me as I fell to the wet ground, tears falling down my faces then I started digging; trying with all my might to her out when I transport out of the scene...

Benjamin guarded the door as I paced around the white cabinet, useless room; why white? It will only get filthy I thought to myself. I heard a sigh of distress coming from the blonde head mystery, I turned to see her crying and mumbling; I was about to get her out as promised but I saw her calm down and decide it's best to not disturb.

I sat on a couch, in an all-white drawing-room; around me sat familiar faces of high society women I have read before. Seemed to be a gathering of some sort, ladies sat proudly in their heels and expensive bags; drinking, chatting and laughing in shades of pastel when Sir Richardson walked in with a petite looking woman.

Her inky black hair looked like silk against her pale skin, she wore a white dress which was embroidered with deep blue with made me think of precious china; she looked perfect on the surface but when you look into her eyes, they were red and veiny as if they were about to pop.

I watch them circulate the room with smiles and compliments until she pulled herself away from his tight grasp with a yelp. The room grew silent at her rough execution, Sir Richardson smiled sweetly and announced his wife to be 'not all there' and with a few pity looks the little party went on as Sir Richardson pulled his victim away.

He moved towards her, he touched her beautiful pale face then pulled out a knife; a tear left his Self inflicted face. He mourned as he sliced her ankles and wrist, he stood admiring his cruel work. Then he placed the knife into her hand and walked into the bedroom, he got himself worked up in tearful emotion and then he made a phone call in his mournful state then he locked the door; moving back he ran toward it, breaking it in.

"she did it" he screams in hysteria as a ghostly figure appeared behind him "she killed herself, she attacked me and lock herself up in the bathroom; I managed break into it, to find her beautiful body void of life" he cried crocodile tears as the figure scream at him.

I tried to move away from the scene, covering my ears as pain shot through my head; I fell to my knees, trying to ease the pain but it felt like my brain was exploding. Next thing I knew I was at the bottom of the staircase...

A mediocre collection at best, I throw the book onto the table; as I crossed my legs. I heard a whimper from seeking female, I fell to my knees in front of her as she held her ears; she seemed to settle down again. Whatever is happening in his memories, it's intense.

I found myself on my knees, I looked to my right were French doors open to a garden with a bench and flowers bloomed; I watch a couple running into the scene with pure happiness, a smile graced my lips as I watched Sir Richardson propose to lady; who shouted in happiness and they hugged but suddenly the sunshine turned to darkness the door slammed shut.

I turn to my left as another set of French doors flew open and all I saw was the lady sitting on the other side of a kitchen counter, glass came rushing and breaking around her as she held her breath, tears falling down her face as she tried to be quiet. Then suddenly she turned me, looked me dead in the eyes as a rushing wind seemed to blow out the light and slammed the door shut.

Everything went silent, the atmosphere grew cold around me; shivered as scream cried out from the top of the staircase. I looked to the sound to find Sir Richardson holding a lady by her neck, dangling over the staircase; tears fell from her eyes as he whispered deviously:

"You were beautiful while it lasted" he smirks at the pale woman.

"I can be more, please " she whimpered as he squeezed harder as he laughed.

He broke her neck then threw her down the stairs but as her body in slow motion, a ghostly figure of herself appeared at the top of stairs; her eyes made contact with mine. And before I knew what was happening, I was attacked; her hands curled around my neck as she pushed me against the door behind me.

We have been waiting for less than ten minutes for her but to me, it felt like hours, I wanted to know what she saw; not that haven't imagined these crime scenes in my head countless times. But I wanted to experience being in the actual moment, the thought of being present as the crime happen made chills run up my spine. As I watched her relaxed form, I quickly glazed at Ben; I was about a comment on the situation when Melantha's hand grabbed the seat with a good clap.

I stood and ran over to her while I held my hand up to Ben, for him to not moved; I was about to kneel down before her but she suddenly flew out of the seat and hang against the book shelve covered walls. I ran towards her, trying to get her down; she moved her hands around her neck as if someone was choking her. Tears ran down her face in a silent cry, her eyes were closed but she seemed to be struggling...

I was pinned on the door of the white mansion, her hands tightened around my throat and she screams in rage and terror.

"let me go" I struggled to get the voice out of my mouth

"Leave him alone, he didn't mean to" she scream at me.

"He killed you" I whispered as life began to fail.

"he loved me" she scream squeezing harder.

I couldn't form words anymore, she was basically pulling the life out of me and all I could think of was William... Please Will get me out...

I felt a bit of relief and managed to open my eyes, the other two young ladies grabbed her arms and pulled her off me as I fell to the floor. Suddenly I felt a warm, comforting atmosphere around me as if it was pulling me back to reality; I closed my eyes and let it.

I was pulled with all my might to get her down but she wouldn't move then suddenly she fell to her knees, still unsure of how to wake her without any harm; I pulled her into my arms and wished for the best. It wasn't logical but with this whole situation, nothing was...

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