The Villainess Is Family With The Main Characters

Chapter 34: Chop Chop Daddy's Girl

Trauma is considered a factor of life that many people carry around, some are triggered by actions that frequently occur daily, causing a continuous happening of fear for a person. Some carry traumas that are caused by much abnormal situations. In this case for Janet, blacking out and waking up in a chair, tied up tightly to the point circulation being cut off from the wrist...just about does it.

The room around her was the only thing different from the last kidnapping experience which turned her world into a black fog full of nothing. The tattered wooden walls, the singular light bulb hanging from the ceiling in the middle of the room, the door being the only thing of security being that it's iron and nailed down.

'What's the point of that if it's attached to fragile walls?'

Janet thought while sweating from her temples. It scared her to admit that this situation is making her loose her breath. Making her head light, vision blur, legs shake. Janet in the half-hyperventilating state used all the energy she could to stop herself from losing consciousness again...Especially with the 3 people standing behind her.

Not making a single sound.

"What do you want" Janet says, short of breath.

That's when a very small gust of wind swept her loose hair forward, and as it fell back in place, the three other people in the room revealed themselves. To no one's surprise, Trent and Brent were of the three. Upon arriving in Janet's view, Trent sat on the only table in corner of the room, crossed his legs and stuck a pink lollipop into his mouth. Brent stood in front of the table and leaned his back against it, standing next to the sitting trent.

'Psychotic twins'

The third person that came into view gave Janet no reaction what so ever.

'of course they're together'

"You're still as dull as ever, ain't ya" white as snow hair waved as the third figure walked towards Janet in a catwalk fashion. The man licked his teeth slowly on the surface, being careful not to prick his tongue on the tips of his shark like teeth. "You look well though" He smirked, openly enjoying the pain he's putting his guest in.

"This trio is sure interesting to look at" Janet mumbled under a single breath. The said trio, unaffected by the comment, all continued to look at Janet as if knowing she has more to say after her constant panting. "What do you want"

"Lots actually. Money, Health, Good looking chicks...You know, the usual" he says squatting in front of Janet. He rests his wrist on both knees and stretches his neck forward then turns his head up to look at his prisoner, "But of course, something from you also"

"Cut the fucking crap and just ask her already" Trent shouts impatiently, completely ruining Oscar's attempt of being intimidating, Brent slaps his hand onto Trent's mouth and nods at Oscar.

"Janet dear..." it creeped Janet out whenever he said her actual name, let alone adding the 'dear' part. "That tattoo on your arm, did it ever occur to you why your daddy wanted every member of his family to have it? Including his...underlings?" he said standing up, his eyes flinched as he said the word underlings, as if it's an acidic drop that landed in his eye.

"I agree with the dumb ass, cut the fucking crap and get to the point" Janet cranked her neck sideways so that she can look at Oscar's smug face. Obviously challenging a lunatic like Oscar wouldn't work well for anyone, and that point was made when Janet received a blow to her face by Oscar's palm. It so forceful that her entire body leaned to the right, her chair tilted and balanced before coming back down. Her left cheek stung while the inside of her mouth tasted like blood...the same goes for her teeth.