Syl looked at me sympathetically as I told him about the agony I suffered at Kaiser’s hands, starting from the interview up to bedding his brother-in-law and then being sent to serve Lenard Lee. “I shouldn’t have trusted him.” I said, not allowing myself to shed any tears. “But I did, and I made the wrong choice.” “Piper,” he heaved a long sigh and took me into a bear hug. “I thought you were going to hate me for all I did to you then.” My heart numbed. If only I knew the truth, would things have turned out differently? I was still infertile and could never give him biological children. This was why I had left him in the first place, and things could never go back to the past. “I don’t hate you, Syl,” I answered after a short pause. “I just know we… can’t.” “Why not, Piper? After how I opened up to you about my secret of being an undercover agent? You still can’t trust me? Are you still mad about how I treated you then?” “It’s been so long, Syl. Of course, I can’t be still angry a
“What happened? Why am I here?”I fought the blanket, struggling to move from the bed. I don’t remember what happened after Lee Jung threatened to record the video. All I wanted was to get away from him, to escape. He had pointed a knife at my neck to make me do his bidding, gloating at me like how Kaiser Klef used a gun to force me to have sex with him.I am now in an unfamiliar bed. Some young men and women are attending to me. A girl wipes my forehead with a damp cloth and another scans my temperature with an infrared gun. Some are watching over me, and two men are guarding the door.“Is anyone listening? Why am I here?” I raised my voice, wringing my hands to get attention. The girl wiping my forehead cowers and retreats, stammering nervously from a distance.“Miss Piper, please don’t get mad. You were found in a disarray in a ditch, soaked to the skin and unconscious. You were also running a high fever.”I scrutinised the girl, unsure whether to believe her words. Lee Jung had us
I thought about Jacques’ words to me as I spent the next three days in seclusion at the safe house. Lenard frequently sent people to visit me and ensure I was fine, and knowing he wasn’t coming, I just felt gladder. The discomfort in my body from sharing a bed with the person who hurt me in the past, plus how I was being used by Kaiser for his needs and then, slept with my ex, tended to make me dizzy.I had to strike eventually. Lenard and Lee Jung were why I was in this sorry state. If not for what happened to me, I would be living a happy blissful life with Syl now as his woman. Thinking of Syl, I recalled his dismayed face after we had intercourse. He wasn’t in love. I was just a fragment of his past affection for the easygoing and spirited Piper who was the best buddy of Sherry Summers.Not to forget that I now wished she was dead.
Whenever I close my eyes, the same scene plays in my mind over and over. But this nightmare never ends. Waking up is the true nightmare. I am stuck in a series of harrowing encounters. One that will never end. - PIPER ~~~~~ Lenard’s Den My name was Piper. As far as I remember, I was a happy-go-lucky twenty-three-year-old working at Lin Corporation, a corporation that does everything from production to sales and deliveries. But one day, because of defending my best friend Sherry from her attacker, I fell into his trap. Then they abducted, abused, and broke me in cold blood.
Feeling the man pull out from me intensely, I knew it was over. But knowing that I would meet with the same ordeal repeatedly, hopelessness overcame me. It would never be over. Not until I found a way out of it all. They secured the den with plentiful guardsmen. Bulky chains covered my hands and feet, leaving me with no way to break free easily. I lay motionless like a log all this while, allowing them to do whatever they wanted to me. The men chattered, laughing among themselves outside the door to my cell. “The Master is very kind, letting us enjoy his toy while he is away.” “Maybe he was tired of her, lying like a corpse while he did all the hard work.” “Anyway, he will have a new bride soon. Then he’ll ha
Milanda’s room As I knew, it was a dream. I woke up again with puffy eyes. I had to be crying in my sleep. Milanda was sitting on the far end of the bed, watching me like a hawk. “Hmm, hmm. So very interesting.” I cowered, pulling the soft duvet closer around me. “What are you talking about?” “I meant your little love story. Thought you are an innocent victim that Lenard Lee just brought back to satisfy his cravings. It turns out you aren’t too pure yourself, being the other woman in a relationship.” She uttered her words so confidently as if she had just bore her X-ray vision of me and seen the memories I kept in my heart.
I forced myself up, and ignoring the pain in my knees, clambered up the nearby bed. In my mind, it concerned me he was going to tear me apart again. Ever since I stopped seeing Jacques come for me, he had likely departed on his trip as well. I heard from the guards’ chattering that he had left to conquer some territories and only today I had known that he had left for his impending marriage. Not that it would help me. The only way I could stay alive was to not die. After waking up from the dream with my injuries somewhat healed, I felt calmer and thought more rationally. Even though I had no explanation for it, I suspected it was the childish version of Milanda- the witch. What she had done to me had helped me. After I successfully left this place, I would plot my revenge, I swore silently. Closing my eyes, I wis
I was so mistaken when I thought he would have allowed me to spend the night in his bed. Instead, he had kicked me off his bed in the middle of the night. He ordered me to sleep on the icy floor. It was even worse than being in prison. Humiliated and used me to satisfy his desires for Milanda. I persevered, all for the bigger picture. Three days later, Milanda summoned me. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Milanda’s first question was how the Master had been. It was a hard question for me to answer. Thinking of how he was careful with me while I was the ‘Milanda substitute’ but going all cruel with me when he grumbled about how Jacques was taking a long time made me weak with pain.