The doomed past (3)

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Disclaimer: abusive content, child abuse, forced manipulation
kids kindly stay away

With her ponytail swinging in the air, a ten year old riddhima enthusiastically stuffed her clothes and toys into a big suitcase

Why not

The day she had been waiting for since her birth has finally come

SHE WAS GETTING ADOPTED

Her heart danced in a happy rhythm realising that now she too would have a family of her own and she would be able to brag infront of her friends how her parents loves her alot

As the attendant brought riddhima to the orphanage's owner's office, riddhima looked at a tall well build man in his thirties, dressed in a jet black business suit, with freshly trimmed beard, sitting on one of the chairs and signing some papers

Once done, the owner shook hands with him and congratulated him

O: congratulations mr christian
You are officially the father of riddhima

C: thank you, he replied in his stoic voice before getting up from the seat and making eye contact with her

Bending down to her level, he gently caressed her hair

C: welcome to my life, ANGEL

Caging her small petite hands in his large ones, he walked out of the orphanage and made her sit in the car

With a happy giggle escaping her lips as her new father bought her icecream and a new toy, the naive riddhima happily licked the icecream unaware of the dark gaze upon her

Once home, her small eyes widened that of soccers seeing the posh house with literally every accessory available

C: tell me something angel

R: yes dad

C: nope
Not dad
Call me master

R: master??? Why??

C: because i like being called master
But be careful never mention me master infront of your friends alright

R: okay dad
Oppss sorry
Master

C: nope angel
The sorry word doesn't exist is master's dictionary
You will he punished

Tears accumulated in her brown orbs at the mention of punishment

C: tell me angel
Do you like to play??

R(sobbing): yes

C: no crying angel
Master would make you happy alright

R: okay

C: i have a playroom here
Do you wanna play

R: playroom??? Really

C: yes
Its over there

Clearly over the world, she ran towards the room and scanned it with her innocent eyes

There were no doll house or toys or ballons

Instead the room was dark mixture of red and black with various strange looking gadgets

As the innocent kid was busy scanning the room, he walked inside and shut the door behind it

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