Octavia's Cruelty: A Fictional Narrative

Octavia started to walk towards them. “If I am finished here, I will be,” she said. Her tone was polite as she looked at David. Her silver eyes went to Juliet. “Would you like to leave now?” “What about Operation Lilly,” David questioned her, ignoring her question to Juliet. “You don’t expect your novice hackers to crack this case, do you?”
Octavia smiled a knowing smile towards Juliet before turning towards the large screen wall. It displayed various bits of information that Juliet couldn’t quite deceiver without further knowledge. Pictures of various men and locations were flashing across the many screens. Juliet closed her eyes and slipped into Octavia’s mind. She imagined herself in an empty room like she had before
A smirk played on her light pink lips. Octavia was not the girl she once was, and Juliet liked it. “Are you ready to leave, Juliet?” Juliet gave her a quick nod. Octavia smiled at David in a formal, business-like manner. “I will see you in the morning,” she said before taking Juliet’s hand. Octavia led Juliet through the control room as if she was the one in charge. Juliet had to stifle back a smile as Andrew held the door abut for the venturing pair Octavia rented a two-bedroom apartment in the city of Paterson. Octavia kept her apartment organized. Everything was its rightful place. Nothing was thrown about hap-hazard like in Juliet’s studio apartment in South Shore. The light grey walls of the living room had accents of light pinks, blues, and silvers. The sofa and love seat were an elegant silver topped with pale pink throw pillows. The large television on the wall faced the grey couch. Surrounding the TV was various, simple paintings in dark frames. A glass coffee table was in front of the sofa. Neatly stacked magazines were on top of the clear
She couldn’t think of the graceful woman before her feeling like she was describing. Then again, she couldn’t picture a lot of things six years ago. “They gave me a fork with my meals,” She started again. Her voice was emotionless and her eyes stared out at nothing. “I had to get out. I had to. The guard on duty came in the cell to gather my tray. I had left it on the bed beside me. He was just older than me, I almost felt guilty for what I was about to do. He grasped my chin in hand and made me look at him. He told me I was a pretty little thing even if I was a filthy mess. He wanted a kiss. He went down close enough to me and I jammed the fork deep in his neck, cutting through a majority artery. Then I