Belko

= Belko = Posted by : TheRyanLee on Mar 20, 2018, 1:04am

- Montclaire Estate, Highholm. August 19th, Evening -

A cool evening breeze ruffled Tate's blonde hair as he stood on his balcony. He was enjoying the scenery and reflecting on the previous night's events. Truth be told, he couldn't stop thinking about her.

Emily.

There was something electric about her. The fact that he was unable to figure her out drove him crazy. He wanted more of her. He had to see her again. But how?

I suppose I could send for her and arrange a meeting, he thought.

He didn't care about the speech last night. His father's construction ventures didn't concern him. He was still seething from the very public scolding his father gave him. The embarrassing spectacle wasn't enough to ruin his night, however. Because of Emily, he considered the party a success.

Yet there was something else bothering him. Something that was very out of the ordinary. Belko, one of his prized hounds was missing. It wasn't like Belko to run away, he thought.

Tate took a deep breath and turned back inside. He was about to pour himself a drink when he heard a knock at the door.

"You may enter," he shouted.

A servant walked into the room carrying a velvet-lined box.

"This came for you, Master Tate."

Tate nodded with a curious look. The servant set the box on his desk.

"Is there anything else I can do for you, Master Tate?"

"Yes, Leo. Could you send out a formal request for a meeting to Miss Emily Roezell? Look through the directory. I'm sure you'll find her address."

"Yes, Master Tate. I will take care of that straight away," Leo responded.

"Very well," Tate muttered.

The servant bowed and made his exit.

Tate scratched his head with wonder as he surveyed the interesting box. He grabbed a knife from his desk drawer and sliced the packaging straps. He set the knife down.

"Now, let's see what you're hiding," he said to himself.

Tate gripped the lid with both hands and slowly pulled it off. A scene of horror danced before his eyes. All the color washed from Tate's face as he stumbled backward. His dog Belko's decapitated head sat in the velvety box as if it was a fine, rare meat purchased from a cloud merchant.

"BELKOOOOOOOO!!!!" Tate cried out from the deepest part of his soul.

A monstrous anger rose up in him and all the color came rushing back to his face. He stomped around his room, tossing books and decorations to the ground. Enraged, he stormed out to his balcony.

He screamed out, "I WILL FIND YOU! I WILL FIND WHO DID THIS! SON OF A BASTARD!!!"