Dante/Magno
The woman in front of me is brave and determined.
I used to be like that before they kidnapped me, although I don't call it that, I call it ‘soul vacuum.’ I was fearless and adventurous, nothing could defeat me, I considered myself invisible and I knew a bright future awaited me. But there is always a butt, I ran into the real world and learned that it was easier to succumb to the role I was forced to play than to keep suffering. That's when I decided to become this kind of slave, the compliant kind. I did it for my own good, I did it to stop feeling the physical and mental pain that dragged my body.
I shut down.
I was so immersed in the darkness of Magno, that I had forgotten what it felt like to hear my real name. Until today.
Master Wasim is lying on the ground, or rather his inhumanly pale body is. I had dreamed of seeing him like this many times, but now that the fantasy has become real, I can’t help to feel anything but regret.
Master Wasim was always a sinister youngster. At first he behaved like a selfish and moody child, he did and said what he wanted with all the slaves in his house, especially with me, he always hated me. Then he became a vile and cruel man, I knew that he had vicious practices in his intimacy, but I never believed in my life that he could steal a slave from a client. That was the limit.
His father is going to be extremely angry, at least until he finds out that his son is dead.
My defense mechanism injects fear into my bloodstream and turns me into a submissive and fearful man. I've been struggling with that defense ever since that woman said the name I'd forgotten, Dante.
I am Dante.
The slave keeps looking at me, waiting for an answer.
“I...I try to remember, but it's all very confusing.” I explain. I know who I am, but I remember it like an old dream, something I don’t know if it’s made up or real. “You say your master is my brother?”
“Yes, Bruno.”
It’s possible to forget your own blood.
“His face is so blurred in my mind.”
She studies me as if I were an indecipherable puzzle; she is still barefoot, and her dress is a mess.
Oh no, I can see some of her private parts.
“Pet…” I call for her.
“Sarah, my name is Sarah,” she abruptly corrects me.
“Sarah, Master Wasim...did he get to...” I'm afraid to say it out loud, Amira hates that word.
“No, thanks to you, you came at the right time, thank you.”
Thank God.“That’s a relief.” There is no turning back after something like that. I know that better than anyone.
“Dante,” she walks towards me, while she's fixing her dress. “the security cameras, who's controlling them?”
My first reaction is to lie to her, which is something I do almost naturally, but my second reaction is to reconsider the situation. She is here to help.
“In the seventeenth mansion, there is the control base.”
“You have to take me there.” She kicks the body of Master Wasim, looking for her shoes that were underneath him.
“No, no, pet, I mean Sarah, we can't go there, they are going to catch us,” I insist.
She walks to the bathroom, stands in front of the mirror, wipes her forehead where she has a slight cut, then comes back and sits on the bed to clean the blood from her shoes with the sheet.
It amazes me how cold she is with all this; we have a dead body next to us and she ignores it completely. This is not her first time killing a human being then.
“Dante,” she calls, “do you remember your mother?”
