Gang Leader's Obsession

Chapter 26-Surrounded by blank walls

Avery's POV
I wake up to the sound of metal clanging. My head was pounding and my limbs felt weak. I had no idea where I am for the  hundredth time in three days and my memory was blank of what happened. 

I was lying on a wooden singe bed. The sheets colored a dirty cream and the walls were painted in a vomit color that was disgusting to look at. There were no windows in the room. The wardrobe in the corner of the room looked as if it was there for years and continuously being eaten away by wood mites. An old rocking chair was beside the closed door of the room and it was almost entirely wrapped in spider webs. 

My feet land in an puddle of water when I take them off of the bed with intention to escape. Without expectance, I was instantly taken back by the chains on my wrist. They were so tight that I forgot I had a right hand for a second. My hand was numb from poor circulation and there was no way I could get them off. It seemed almost impossible.

The door of the room flings open and Iie on the bed pretending to still be knocked out. 

I heard the deep voices of unfamiliar men as they moved closer to me. I don't know where I am and why they brought me here so the best thing I could have done is pretend to be unconscious for now. 

"Look at her, isn't she beautiful?" one guy said, and I can feel their eyes on me. 

I flinch when I feel one of the guys rough hands on my legs. He runs his hands up my thighs slowly and I felt nothing but disgust. The goosebumps on my skin raised and In a flash second, I raise my leg and stomp him to his face.

"don't fucking touch me" I warn. His neck was covered in tattoos and so were his arms. His collar bone looked way too deep and judging from his tiny size he looked a little underweight for his age. He wipes his mouth  with the back of his hand to remove the blood on his lips. 

Then with an angry smile, he glares at me for a while then nods to the other two guys. 

They come closer to me and one of the guys unties the chain on my wrist. Grabbing my arms they pick me off of the bed and take me out of the room.

We arrive in a room full of other tattooed guys and one particular guy dressed differently from the others. He was neatly dressed and his eyes landed on me as soon as we walked into the room.  His serious and satisfied gaze on me was traumatizing. 

Unlike the room I as in earlier, This one was clean and seemingly comfortable. 

He relaxes his body in the leather chair with a glass of liquor in his hand and with his fingers he sends everyone out  of  the room without saying a word. 

They all leave the room and of course the underweight guy stays. I stand there they both staring at me. "you too Mosco" The guy in the leather chair says to the other. 

Mosco comes closer to me, and his jaw flexed as he chewed on a gum. His face was  a couple centimeters away from mine, and he tries to give me that intimidating stare that actual intimidating people give. 

He glances down at my lips then just as he was about to walk way, I scuff "street rat" I say.

He stops and as soon as he heard my words. "What did you just say?" He asks, his head tilts as he stood in  front of me.

"I said, street rat" He smiles and turns around. Stepping not very far away from me. He shakes his right  hand and spinning around, he throws a heavy punch to my stomach.  I bend over groaning in pain. My arms tightly holding my stomach. I could barely stand and It feels like he had broken one of my ribs. I fall to  my knees and felt the slightly salty taste of blood on my lips. 

Did he just killed my baby?

"you Fuck!" I yell, and just as the words leave my mouth, he slaps me across my face with the back of his hand sending my body lower to the ground.

"Marco, Marco, that's enough, let the girl breathe" The guy in the leather chair says. He said it with so much calmness and lack of empathy towards me. Marco does as he's  told this time, walks out of the room, and closes the door. 

I can taste and feel the blood as it runs down my chin. I never imagined my self in this situation where I have to be beaten and treated like a useless piece of shit and being thrown around from one gang to the other.  Tears begin to cascade down my cheeks and I had no  controll over that at the moment.

The guy from the leather chair gets up and I can hear his leather shoes marching against the floor as he walks over to me.

"shhh now" he coos, he stoops down near to me and lifting my chin with his fingers, he says "I see you've already met Marco" and I burst into tears once more. "you don't wanna meet the others" he says, his words sounded more of a threat to me than just a normal statement. 

He gets up and fixes his jacket. "get up" he tells me. But I couldn't find myself to. I was in too much pain. "I'm not going to repeat myself" He says.

I get up and watch him as he walks back to the leather chair. He sits and as he pours himself a glass of liquor, he  looks at me "from now on, I expect you to be on your best behavior, and you look ugly when you cry, so please, don't" He says. Looking at him I felt nothing but anger towards him. I wanted to just rip his insides out.

Two guys walk into the room and taking me by my  arms they take me out of the room. 

 I  was thrown into a small concrete room and was unable to defend myself because of the pain I felt in my stomach. The floor was cold and the door was closed from the outside. Like the other room, this one had no windows. There were no furniture for me to rest on, just the bare floor. A small sink was in the corner of the room and I can hear the water as it dripped in the sink,  other than that, the place was utterly quiet. 

I brace my back on to the wall  and as my body moved down against the smooth concrete wall, I rest my bottom on the floor.

Surrounded by blank walls, there was nothing left for me to do but to close my eyes and pretend as if this was all a Nightmare.