My Only Redemption ✔️ [COMPLETE]

Chapter 8

Serenity

Alone in this quiet little house, I stood by the window and looked impassively at the yawning sun that crept up behind the distant hills. A faint breeze came, laden with all the scent of the young morning, and it caressed my cheek so gently that I had to close my eyes just from its sweetness.

I let a soft sigh slip from my lips. My parents will be devastated when they find out Angie sent me away. I hoped to keep this a secret from them for as long as possible, but I hated hiding things from them.

Being around these thugs steals my peace of mind. These brothers deal drugs all the time, apart from that they used me as a distraction for other men to keep them from collecting hidden weapons.

I've played seductress regularly, luring every guy who comes here. Tears clouded my eyes as I noticed in a broken mirror how shiny my eyes had become. I have been touched very indecently and the flesh on my wrists has been badly bruised since they tied me up many times. How can people treat others so badly? There was nothing but danger, they locked me in this room because I was doing my best to escape from this dungeon of misery.

I've been praying for Glenn to find me, but the days are so long that he may never come. I'll be stuck here as a slave.

I'm sure I've lost a few pounds, maybe too much. My fingers were so frail that the slightest movement could break them. The natural color of my once sugar-sweet lips has lost its vibrant color, they were pale and almost ghostly.

I fell to my knees in despair, "I am hideous!" It's best if he doesn't find me because he'll be shocked at how I look. My shoulders shook as I wiped my eyes with a limp hand.

Why am I so weak? I always imagined myself to be much stronger, but maybe I'm wrong.

My hair looked like it had been attacked by a wild animal, it was fuzzy and matted, and the strands were embedded with grease, creating a terrible mess. Monique never offered me a change of clothes, so she always washed the same ones I bought.

My stomach growls in response to agonizing hunger and a wave of nausea hits me like a ton of bricks. The door to the room snapped off its hinges with a massive impact, forcing a scream from my lungs.

Two men enter the room, and I dash away to hide behind an old musty couch. They've come to torture me again, my hands came clamping over my mouth, trying to control the soft sobs breaking free.

A guy with tattoos on both of his arms easily gets around my little barrier. He smiles as he bends at the knees to examine my appearance. I grab his shirt on impulse, tears streaming down my dirt-stained face.

"Please! I'll do anything as long as I don't have to walk over grenades. I'm not going to— " He gently grasped both of my wrists. His eyes, despite the icy gleam, turned a bit warmer. "Relax."

The other male approached us with a pair of razor-sharp talons on his fingers, blood dripping from the edges. I was speechless as I looked up at him. Did he just murder someone, and who are these people?

"I'm Luigi, and we're not here to harm you." He gently assists me in standing. The trauma sapped all of my remaining strength, and I clung to his arm for support.

"Grenades?" "These are plastic," he laughs like a mad scientist.

He hurls a few at my feet, causing me to cling to Luigi, who pitifully shakes his head. "You must be joking if you thought those were real," Luigi said, his honesty stinging a little.

"I apologize for my appearance." I nervously brushed my hands over the soiled fabric of my dress.

He laughs, "That's no problem, let's get you out of here."