Chapter 4 The Devil's mansion

My father?" she asked, breaking the silence, crying uncontrollably, imagining what he had done to him.

"What did you do to him?"

"Nothing, just taught him never to play smart with me, '' he replied. As he tried to study her.

She was barely a child. Helen's hair was still scattered and couldn't see much of her face. The little he would see was darkened with mascara washed out by tears.

"Women!" he shook his head. They cry over everything.

"Nothing" she sounded surprised.

"Yes, nothing, what did you expect?"

Helen was silent, if her father was still alive and he was taking her. Could she be the one he wants to kill to get back at her father?

"And me? Are you going to kill me?" she asked.

Ramsey didn't expect her to think better of him, he was feared by many and they believed he had ordered the killing of many for less than what Tory. But they were wrong. He was not like his predecessor who killed to be feared and for money, a man's life was not his to take. He only tries to maintain the fear the Phil name carried in other less violent ways.

"You. As for you daisy, I have got other plans for '' he answered and smiled. As Ramsey smiled, she watched his face and the scar on it widened sending fear to her stomach and she looked away.

Helen cried, not knowing what was going on frightened her. If he wasn't killing her, then what does he want with her? Many unanswered questions run through her mind. She noticed the car was moving, so many things were happening and she didn't know when it began to move; away from her house, neighborhood and they were almost away from the city, she noticed as she looked through the windows.

"Where are you taking me?" Helen asked.

"My mansion"

"Away from the city?"

"No, still in the city Daisy and we are almost there" he kept his mischievous smile.

She coiled up on the chair and continued weeping not knowing her fate.

Ramsey listened to her weep and slept off. She would learn to handle and live with things as they come. He told himself to counter his pricking conscience. It wasn't his fault it was her father who tried to play smart with him.

"We are here" he informed her when the car pulled over at the front of his mansion. The home his grandfather built. He grew up in it but found it really had to stay since after the accident, the one that took his parents and only sister and left him with the scar that scares people off on his face.

He hates to be here, it brings back the memories, the memories of the family he once had and lost in a day in one accident.

Bringing him to the present, he saw someone run off like a loose dog. It was Helen she ran off immediately she woke up and saw the car door was open. If there was any chance to get away from this monster she would seize it, but she was wrong it wasn't a chance. The monster's men got her before she could run far.

"That was interesting," Ramsay remarked as he watched his men bring the fleeing Helen back to him.

"You will get nowhere around here, you know_ " he brought her new environment to her notice. She was standing before a fairytale palace, though she was from money, she had never seen any building as beautiful as this. If she had, it would have been in a movie.

She slept through and didn't know when they drove in. The building had pillars that had roaring lions at the top holding the roof. It was an all white palace. There was a fountain and waterfall with an angel carrying a child in the mind of the driveway not far from where they stood. The flowers from the little gardens blossomed though she thought the place needed more garden as there was still space for more. It was like a Disney movie was coming to life before her eyes as he looked and swallowed in her environment.

As she watched, she observed there was no clue of what she was doing here laying around and why The demon had brought her here. He was right, there was nowhere around here, she agreed as she saw more security men,triple the amount that was in her home, and stand around in strategic places.

"What do you want? You animal?" she asked, now aware of her no chance of escaping.

"You, daisy, just you" he replied

"Take her to my mother's room" Ramsey ordered. Raymond sweeps her away.

"Put me down! You fool! Let me go!" She began to struggle.

"I can definitely watch this all day" he muttered as he watched her try effortlessly to lose Raymond's grip as he carried her way.

How entertaining he thought as he walked to his quarters, which used to be his grandfather's. When he moved in after the accident he had to redecorate. This was the only part of the mansion he could stay in whenever he was here without having nightmares about the accident. The other part of the mansion sets off the nightmare so he avoided them. When in his quarters he heads straight to his office to call his legal man, he needs all the agreement he had with Tory drafted into a contract and also a judge to send the marriage papers. There would be no officiating; he only needs a document that says Helen Tory and Ramsey Phil are married.

It was late in the night and most of the mansion staff had gone to bed, but when they heard the commotion outside they all peeked and listened in hiding from fear of what Ramsey might do to them if they dared to come out. All stayed behind except Mrs Benedict. She was like family to Ramsey.

Standing up from her bed. She reached for glasses on the side drawer. Getting off her bed she grabbed her robes, putting it on as she hurried out. As she made it down the hall she heard voices of swearing that got louder as he walked down. When she got to the stairs, she saw Raymond climbing up the stairs to her carrying a screaming girl on his shoulders.

"Raymond!" she called as he approached.

"Yes ma'am" he answered.

"Put me down, you idiot! Just put me down already!" Helen continued to shout at him.

"What is going on? Who are you carrying?"

"Scars's_ Mr Phil's guest" he quickly corrected knowing how much Mrs Benedict hated for Ramsey to be called Scars around here.

"I'm no guest of the demon, put me down!" Helen would not stop shouting.

"I see, why did you bring her here and not to his quarters?" she asked, knowing Ramsey never receives guests on the part of the Mansion.

"Mr Phil's orders ma'am"

"And where are you taken her"

"To his mother's room"

"Put me down, I have got legs and can walk, put me down and just show me where to go" Helen was tired of being carried around. Ramsey had made it clear that she could not run away and she had seen it for herself.

"Raymond, you heard the lady, put her down"

"But Mr phi_"

"She is his guest" she interrupted him and gave him the look that could scare the bravest of men.

"Yes ma'am" he said as he gently put her down.

"You may go, I will take it from here" she suggested.

"Come" she offered Helen a hand she refused to take and just followed her. Mrs Benedict ignored her reaction, the poor child must be scared to death. Ramsey can be mischievous. Where did he get her from? God only knows.

"I said I would take her ?" She repeated when Raymond was still following them. Raymond didn't say a word but continued following.

Orders, these idiots follow the orders of Ramsey to the last. She let him follow, not wanting to start an argument.

When they got to the room, she opened the door and stepped in.

"Come" she invited the fighthened Helen.

Helen stepped in watching her back, looking around to be sure it was safe. When she was in, Mrs Benedict closed the door on Raymond's face. Who she knows will be at the door when she comes out.

"I'm sorry" she reached for Helen, who quickly stepped away.

"Is okay. Would be scared too if I was you" she said to Helen trying to understand her fears.

"This was his mother's room, if Ramsey wants you here, it means one thing" she said as Helen looked around the large room fit for a queen.

Helen stopped, turned, and looked at Mrs Benedict to hear what that one thing is and means.