MENGGODA MANTAN ISTRI

The shack and dirty house in the middle of the forest was built with trees and used grass and leaves as a roof. Inside, the hoarse man's voice continued to let out unearthly curses, accompanied by the horrible sound of whips.

“You're useless! This bastard! I asked you to serve the guests, not asked you to hit them! I have warned you many times already. You cost me a lot of money again. Shit! You pissed me off and asked for it! ”  

The thin and small figure curled up tightly, shivering and receiving each cruel whip lashing down. The dirty and ragged old dress couldn’t cover the pale skin bleeding out from the new wounds that stacked up against the old. No matter how much the whip struck her down, that poor girl still didn’t let a groan of pain, a scream or a beg for forgiveness come out of her mouth. She just shivered from the pain that was constantly torturing her body. 

After about a hundred times of hitting, kicking, and cursing, it seems to have calmed down a bit. The skinny man with a fierce face was panting for breath finally stop. He wiped away forcefully the sweat on his face, his red eyes were still glaring at the girl who was lying on the dirty floor.

“Chuck chuck chuck *, Alice. If you were obedient, you wouldn't have been beaten, and I wouldn't have lost my money. So why do you keep driving me crazy? Do you need to make it so hard?”

(*tongue click)

He squatted down next to the girl, mercilessly grabbing her long, messy silver hair, then tugging, forcing her to look up. He said:

“Look at this pretty face. You look like a lady from a noble family, but unfortunately, you are just a lowly commoner, the daughter of a dirty prostitute.” 

“...” - No, her mom was not like that. Her mom... she was the most beautiful and wonderful woman in the world.  

“I was too kind and it was enough to take care of you and your mother. I also gave you food and accommodation. And now, two of you have to work to pay off my debt. Understand?!”

Ever since the day her father, the Marquess of Rothnor, received authorization from her mother in the most despicable way possible, by forcing her to give up the inheritance, he officially became the heir to all the power and wealth of House Rothnor.

He immediately took his mistress and stepdaughter back to the mansion to live like the real owner. Seeing Alice and her mother as parasites, despite his lover insulting his official wife and children, even the servants in the mansion have the right to trample on them.

Alice's mother had an accident that caused her to lose her voice and had a great psychological impact. After that, she was betrayed and deceived by her own husband for so many years. She was like a gold mine that he was trying to exploit to the end. Now that it's worthless, he didn’t even care for a single glance.

About his lover and daughter, two of them were not satisfied with what they had stolen. They spread the news that Alice was not actually the biological child of the Marquess of Rothnor, turned her mother into a womanizer, branded her an illegitimate child, and kicked Alice and her mom out of the mansion without bringing anything. 

The girl trembled slightly. Her long eyelashes were tightly closed, her eyebrows were furrowed, her pale, chapped lips were pursed tightly, and she tried not to utter a word. 

“You just need to work here and obediently serve the guests that I bring instead of your mother. You will be happy, and I will get more money. Isn't it very simple, huh?”

Alice opened her eyes and glanced at the man who was babbling nonsense, silently cursing him to get to hell without the body.

“Ah, actually, if you're unwell, your mother can take her place temporarily. She must have been a prostitute after all. Why was she not giving you some hands-on experience serving men?”

Alice's eyes widened when she heard the mention of her mother, and she glared fiercely at the bastard in front of her, as if she was touching the scales backwards. She finally got up to protest and used her fingernails to scratch his face:

“Shut up your mouth! How dare you mention my mother? If you dare to bring her here, I will definitely risk my life with you!!”

Her mother was a noble Marquise, and many men had bowed to her. Now this bastard dared insult her, looking down at her and insulting her.

Alice’s body was really thin and weak, and she had just received a brutal blow. Her strength was nothing compares to this man. On the contrary, it made his blood boil even more. A merciless slap fell directly on Alice's face again, causing her mind to buzz, her eyes blinding with difficulty. 

“Shit! You sl**! Do you still dare beat me? All right, if your mother didn't teach you, today, I will show you how to act as a prostitute!"

Before Alice could regain her senses, she felt that the man was climbing up her whole body. He gripped the lower half of her body so that Alice couldn't swing. His hands began to riot, he didn't slow down, but just tore off each piece of the old dress that was soon too old and tattered on her body.

The man turned her over. His eyes were full of red floating blood. His hand hastily touched the wounded but still soft flesh of the person below without noticing what she was plotting. He quickly glanced greedily at the tender body of the girl exposed in front of him, swallowed twice, and bent down to kiss her.

Alice was aware of what she was about to face, her hands trying to reach out, flailing around on the ground, then grasping something that appeared to be quite hard. It was the wooden stick she used to hit the guest that was brought in before. 

She thought to herself: “I don’t want to end like this...”

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