The Devil's Rival Fetish

"What’s wrong, Mother? You look so anxious!" A sudden voice startled the woman packing her bags. Her thoughts were racing until she was jolted back to the moment. 

Turning around, she saw her daughter at the door, watching her with concern.

"My dear, I was just getting ready to go and visit your aunt for a few days. But I have to prepone my trip; her health is getting worse." The older woman tucked her hair behind her ear, trying to maintain composure.

Despite her attempt to present a reassuring smile, her daughter’s expression revealed her worry.

"Mother, should I come with you? W-what will I do h—" Hailey started to ask, but her mother quickly shook her head. "Don't worry, sweetheart. I promise I'll be back very soon, and who knows? Maybe next time, both of us will go together..."

"Is that really true?" Hailey questioned, feeling unsettled. 

She was unfamiliar with this new aunt who had suddenly entered their lives. 

Just a few weeks ago, she learned that her mother had an older sister who was in poor health. It had never crossed her mind since no one would come to help them during their difficult times.

But Hailey had no complaints. She had work to complete and a college to attend, along with a part time job she recently took. 

A pout returned on Hailey's lips as her frown melted away. She scanned the suitcase filled with clothes, her thoughts unspoken yet heavy in the air.

"I-I will be in my room. Call me if you need any help from me, mom." Hailey mumbled and walked back upstairs in her room to finish her assignments. 

Knowing that she would be alone in the house, it was an opportunity to work for more hours. Hailey tied her hair into a big bun and buried her head into the assignments and work. 

Her concentration didn't bulge, not until she heard the bells coming from downstairs. "Muma! Someone is at the door!" she yelled but to her disappointment, the bells continued to ring and no one was present to open the door. 

A frown settled on her brow as she pushed away from her table and climbed the stairs of her small house, finally shouting, "I'm coming!" The persistent ringing of the doorbell was driving her crazy.

But before rushing to answer, her gaze swept across the empty rooms. "Where’s Mum?" she wondered, her expression hardening with concern. 

Still, she shook off the worry and opened the door, ready to face whatever awaited her.

Before her stood two imposing figures clad in leather jackets. A sense of surprise washed over her as she noticed a striking dragon tattoo circling around their necks.

They turned their faces to the door just as it swung open, revealing a little girl peeking out. “Y-Yes?” she asked hesitantly.

“Can you tell us if you are Miss Hailey Davidson?” one of the men inquired gently, his voice unusually soft for someone with such a tough exterior.

She swallowed hard, nodding slightly while her grip on the doorknob tightened, sensing an unshakable sense of danger looming nearby.

"Why are you looking for me, Mister?" she asked doubtedly, but suddenly felt the man bringing something from his back which covered her mouth and nostrils. 

He had his one hand around her head to press the fragrance into her body and within a few twitch of seconds, Hailey felt her body weakening. 

Her wide eyes stared at the two goons like figures. She watched them stepping inside and closing the door behind, while Hailey struggled to escape.

But the fragrance ended up reaching up to her brain and without her knowing, she drifted and met with extreme darkness.... 

........

Light consciousness started to gather around her while a few words entered her ears. But she found them too weird and strange to make a sentence and understand them.

A heavy growth escaped her lips and she found her body aching with pain. Hailey was appalled as she tried to use one of her arms to stretch out but to her dismay, she was stuck to an unknown place.

Snapping her eyes, Hailey looked around her surroundings, to find herself at an extremely unknown place.

Suddenly, her heart pounded too loudly and fear engulfed in its embrace, "Help!! Someone please help me! Where am I?!" 

Then she moved her eyes to look at the two more bodyguards at the entrance.  Unsure if they were there to guard her from any danger or were the lurking terror to her.

But she mustered courage to ask them, "Could you please tell me where I am?! Why have you..." her words turned slow on noticing the position she was in.

Her entire body was tied with ropes and their pressure was too rough and tight. "This...this..why..What have I done!!? Who are all of you?" 

"Shh....our boss is coming."

One of the men passed a comment and at that time, she heard footsteps approaching them. Her mind went blank but terror never left her.

Nevertheless, a man stepped inside the room. But due to insufficient light, she failed to see his face until he asked his man to switch on a few lights far away from where they were. 

As a few lights entered the empty place, she finally came across the man's face, who wasn't staring at her. "When did she wake up?" he asked the bodyguard whom she had asked earlier.

"Just a few minutes before, boss. She has been screaming since then." 

"Tsk tsk...what a waste of energy." the man commented and frightened as a kitten, her breath slowed.

He approached her with his light step and bent down to face her with his, where she saw those cold blooded eyes. "Welcome to my den, Miss Davidson." 

"W-why..am I!? Who are you?" Hailey brought courage in her hell bent heart but she saw him chuckling at her words. "Who are you..hmm. It seems my guess was right that you don't know who you are, isn't it so?"

Hailey appeared confused and looked at his face for answers. What does he mean that she knows nothing about herself? As if sensing her questionnaire filled doubts, the man laughed until he asked his men to switch on the television near her. 

When he mentioned this, her eyes traced to see the recent news telecasted on the channels. "t-this..." 

"The famous underworld king, Aiken Lynn has died because of a sudden shootout between his group and one of his rivals. Interesting, isn't it so?"

The man twisted the words but Hailey never tore her gaze from him. He was playing with her mind at this crucial step and she had no idea how to react. 

Her rough and messy self looked at his face where he suddenly brought his one hand around her cheeks. When one of those cold fingers touched her skin, she flinched and wanted to shrink them, yet to her bewilderment her hands were bound by those ropes. 

"Such a beautiful lady, I doubt how a bastard man like Lynn can bring you into this world....'' his words turned her eyes hollow. "W-what nonsense are you spouting!" 

Suddenly, the man gripped her chin tightly and traced her to stare in those eyes where she was sure she could dive in. They were containing danger, a fear she wasn't ready to come across. 

"Nonsense? Then let me tell you Haley. You are the daughter of an underworld King, or shall I say, late underworld king. An heir to his mafia group and an heir to this title... Hailey Lynn."