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CHAPTER 2 – OLD DISGUSTING DEVIL.
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2025-04-11 02:23:32🦋 BENITA 🦋
Everybody has a story to tell, but I think mine is the worst. Being unfortunate is a curse that’s clinging onto me so desperately that I fear it might follow me to my grave.
Police officers are friends to nobody but money. In my experience, when money started to speak, I was silenced.
Right before their eyes, I was bundled and thrown into the car, but everybody said nothing.
As we drove out, I struggled to escape, with a hard smack on my head, I blanked out.
I was dragged into the mansion as always, a place with four edges of tall walls, a place where I could hardly breathe, a place that reminded me of nothing but sorrow.
“Take that brat to my room.” Mr. William’s voice echoed out.
I was thrown roughly on the bed, clinging onto the blanket to suppress the desperation to be free and tears of frustration that flooded down my face.
Soon, Mr. William walked into the room laughing sarcastically, an old man like him who should repent and prepare to die, how can he be so demonic?
Holding my legs, he dragged me closer to himself. I struggled, pushing him away and crawling underneath the bed.
I could swear I could beat the old man up easily since he had zero strength in him, so why didn’t I? Probably because thousands of men are out there waiting for an order to skin me alive.
Angrily, he commanded his men to lock me up and forbid the maid from serving me food or water… It was no new thing to me, it was just the usual normal day in my pathetic life.
Right there, I had a dirty thought, to just bite off my flesh bit by bit and die, wouldn’t that be a better option?
I was thrown and locked up in a dark room. The darkness was peaceful but scary, but nothing has ever been more scary than my life; and finally, I was able to rest from all the chaos of the morning, in that quiet, lonely, dark room.
A few hours later, Mr. Williams walked into the room and kicked me back into consciousness.
“My business partner would be here in an hour,” he blurted out. “Show him around. If he asks for your body, give it to him. The most important thing is his investment; do everything you can to make sure I bag this investment. If I don’t get this contract signed, you are going to pay for it with your life; understood?”
I slowly nodded my head, and he stormed out of the room. The maid walked into the room with a dress, an extremely exposing dress, and very high heels.
It was more like I was the one to be advertised and not any goddamn business.
I slowly took the dress and wore it, looking like a harlot that I was forced to become.
His guest arrived and, after ogling at my exposed body, he requested that I follow him to a hotel to satisfy his needs so he could think well about signing the contract.
And Mr. William’s answer goes like this, “Yes, go on, she’s yours for the night. As long as you sign the contract… You own what I own.”
It was arranged, held down by Mr. William’s men. I was held down in the car to be assured I wasn’t going to escape.
When we got into the VIP room, I was thrown into it, behind me was an equally old man offering a contract to Mr. William.
As soon as we were left alone, I fell to my knees, “Please don’t do this to me, I’m young enough to be your daughter, help me get out of this mess; I promise I’ll be good.” I begged desperately.
A hot pre-boiled slap landed on my face, “You sl*t! You think we are here for business? Get to the bed and prepare yourself to be used.”
I stood still, not moving an inch, the only sound in the room came from my silent tears, and then his voice rang out again, “Do you prefer I send those men in to tie you down?”
I gathered my courage and climbed onto the bed, after hours of messing with me and making me feel miserable, he climbed down.
That night, I sobbed until I fell asleep, I wept because I pitied myself, and I had no single reason to smile. Perhaps one day, everything would change for the better.
I woke up to an unsettling silence, my mind foggy from sleep, and I slowly sat up, scanning the darkened room.
The bed beside me was vacant, the sheets rumpled and cold. A shiver ran down my spine as I realized the old man, Mr. William’s business partner, who wanted to sign a contract with us, was gone.
Panic sent in as I swung my legs over the side of the bed and jumped up to search around. Did he run away to avoid signing a contract with Mr. William?
As I looked around, my legs bumped into something, and I slowly looked down and found my legs covered in blood. Trembling, I trailed after where the blood was coming from, my footprint, painted with blood, stamped the ground with every step I took.
And when I finally got to where the blood flowed from, I was paralyzed, frozen in terror, unable to move.
My body began to tremble, the trembling spread, a creeping chill that seeped into my bones. My teeth chattered, my lips quivering.
Mr. William’s business partner lay behind the table with his head torn open and his eyeballs staring into the void, he lay there with every blood vessel in his veins popping out… he lay there – dead.
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