I saw the reflection of my face on a large pane of transparent glass. I was locked inside a cube. A cube made of glass? After the cube was a wallpaper of ink.
I stared dully into the reflection. In my crimson pink eyes, there was no sign of hope or life. My glossy dark hair was shriveled up into a mess. My face had gone pale. Under my eyes were dark black circles. I looked like a doll. A lifeless doll that was dipped into a solution of darkness.
Soon the glass at the roof started breaking and shattering. Soon everything started shattering. And soon I started falling, into a bottomless pit. The glass shards following right after me.
Is this hell? This is different from my imagination. I was expecting tall mountains with slaves chained. Was I going to fall in it forever?
A deep cold voice then called for me in the darkness as I kept falling. I felt adrenaline rush down my veins.
"Do you regret everything?" it asked me. I started laughing. Regret? I continued laughing. A cruel laugh. Hoarse. And sounded dark, filled with envy and hate. I really have became a Psychopath. Only someone like me would laugh like this.
"...so this is what it feels like when you repent? huh?" I whisper, feeling something rip under my chest. My laughter stopped.
"Your choice," The voice says and disappears. Regret? I closed my eyes. If the Devil says so. If. If only I had that choice.
***
"Morning Madam," someone called out. It was unbearably cold, but different from the cold voice I have heard from the Devil. It must be a dream.
"Madam, wake up," someone called out again. This time it sounded agitated and frustrated. But- where have I heard this before?
"Madam, you have to wake up, your breakfast is ready~ the maids are waiting outside for your morning preparation!" the same voice said angrily. Suddenly I fell someone slap me. I quickly jolt up in anger.
My eyelids quickly open as I let in a dazzling amount of bright light blind me. "Ugh! What the hell!" I yell back in anger.
"Madam, you have finally woken up two minutes late~ now you have to begin your morning routine," a figure came forward between the blinding light; I paused. What? Am I hallucinating? Is this the same person in front of me?