His Cruel Nature

Clara POV

Below me was a wet floor. Cold was cutting through my body like I was placed in a refrigerator, my legs were chained, my hands were chained as well, and the only light before me was from a bulb hanging from the ceiling.

In this room there was no window, and not just that, the room was very small—like it was a prison. Though, that's exactly what I could see it as at the moment, and for the second time, I cried. What have I gotten myself into?

"If you had listened to me and given me an answer, I wouldn't have made things hard for you. But as you have disobeyed me, I would have no choice than to do to you what I have prevented myself from doing to you the first day your boyfriend defrauded me."

I was still in chains when he was speaking, and every breath I dragged into my lungs felt like needles poking me from the throat. I felt dry, couldn't even speak. Only God knows how long I have been chained here, and also from his words stating that "it took me long to wake up."

Another thing is that, why exactly had he been channeling all the hatred he had for Alaric, my silly boyfriend, to me? I hadn't done anything wrong to ever deserve this.

The boss stood from the chair he was seated at. He placed his leg on the chair before pushing it to the other side of the wall, and with his hands gently dipping into his pockets, he said, "As I had told you before, if you disobey me, you have a price to pay."

After saying this, he didn't say anything again before turning his back to leave, but my voice sounded: "I have done all it takes to clear a mistake I didn't even commit. It wasn't my fault my boyfriend had borrowed money from you, why channeling the hate and aggression to me?"

"I don't care if it's your fault or not, and I don't care if you aren't the one that had borrowed from me directly, or how the money had been spent. I have one principle, and I'm going to execute it," the boss said coldly, and reaching the door, he paused, his hand still pressed on the handle before adding, "You are the price, and you are going to use yourself to pay."

And before I could ask about my friend, if he hadn't done anything bad to her, the boss walked out the door, making my voice stick between my throat.

I sighed, tears gently dripping down my eyes, and the pink gown I had worn spread on the cold floor, my hands squeezed around it.

If only I could have the power to reverse time and fix the moment I had first met Alaric, then I would do that without a second thought. If possible, I would even erase him from existence.

"Hell, this is hell. You bastard, you put me into this mess! What have I done to ever get this kind of torture from your mistake?" I cursed under my breath, my teeth gritted.

Not only did that bastard borrow money from the crime boss, but he had also stolen from him—five hundred thousand dollars. How the fuck could I be able to pay such an amount of money?

My chest throbbed with pain, and if only I could have Alaric within my arms, then I promise to squeeze him into chips of rocks. Oh goodness, why didn't I have superpowers? I would have made someone immortal while letting him burn forever.

Realizing all my thoughts won't do any good, and reality had already caught up with me, leaving me with no choice to make, I took a deep breath to accept what had already formed around me and my life.

"I guess I have no choice than to stick with what he had said," I said while trying to clean the tears from my face.

And to be sincere, that was the only thing I could do at the moment—which was accepting his offer while trying to look for a way of escaping.

The next day. By this time, I was already sleeping on the bare, freezing floor, my bones already screaming for help.

The door that I couldn't even reach because the chains restraining me wouldn't allow it was suddenly pushed open, and the boss stood in front of the door.

My eyes gradually rolled open, and when I saw him, I flinched as though I had seen a ghost.

"Wake up and eat," his deep voice sounded, and in his hands was a plate of snacks. He pushed it to me before adding, "If you like, don't eat. You will end up starving yourself to death."

I was very hungry, and just by seeing the food he had brought for me, I was already ready to devour it. But I couldn't just act like a dog and rush the food.

I stared at him, my neck nearly weak and almost falling with my head before I rested it on the wall. The room didn't have a bed, and even if I was placed in a prison, at least it would have been better—at least a place to lay my head would be much preferable.

So this is actually it. This is the real nature of how brutal this man could be. Worse, I didn't even know his name, and I wished I didn't. Knowing the name of a devil is like accepting the pain that was being rendered to you.

"I hope you've learned your lesson. I will set you free in the evening," he said these words before squatting in front of me and holding my chin. "I will do worse to you if you disobey me again, mark my words."

And after saying this, he stood and left again, locking the door short.

My eyes instantly shifted to the food he had brought, and without thinking, I jumped into it and ate like a dog. But one thing kept hammering inside my mind that made every bite come with a shock of uneasiness: what could come next? What had been his plans? Would he keep punishing me like this forever? And would I ever be free from this torture?