"If she does anything to you, I won't hesitate to kill her," Marcel said to Ashanti as they walked down the stairs in a dim light that led to the underground torture room.
Ashanti's nose scrunched in irritation at the same of blood. It was fresh blood because the stairs and passage were clean. As they walked towards the door of the room, Ashanti could hear cries and sniffles.
"Did you guys touch her?" Ashanti asked them as Dante opened the door. "We didn't touch her," Marcel said with annoyance. "Don't transfer your aggressive to me, please," she sassed and walked in.
There were three dead bodies on the floor but it didn't faze Ashanti at all. Dante was surprised and so was Marcel.
Ashanti immediately approached the little girl that was at the far corner crying. She held her knees up to her chest and was holding her stomach. She was wearing rag clothes and her brown hair was dirty and matted on her head.
"Hello?" Ashanti said sweetly making her look up. Ashanti's eyes widened. The girl was looked about five years old. "I'm here to help you," she said as she came closer. The little girl let out a cry and shifted further into the wall. Her eyes fell on Marcel and Dante and her cries grew louder, especially at the sight of Marcel's shirt.
"Sweetheart, it's okay. I'm here to help you, I'm not bad, I promise," Ashanti said helpless as she saw the fear in the little girl's eyes. She couldn't imagine how five year old girl would be this scared.
"I promise I won't hurt you. I came to give you a drink," Ashanti said as she raised you the drink for her to see. "I don't want to die please," the girl sobbed as Ashanti got closer to her. "You won't die. Does your tummy hurt?" Ashanti asked her. The girl had been holding it tighter every minute.
The girl nodded. Ashanti turned to Marcel and Dante,"Please excuse us." "No," Marcel said. Ashanti sighed in annoyance, "I'm not baby, so please kindly get out. I need to gain her trust and your presence is not helping!" she spat out.
With an eye roll, Marcel followed Dante out. Ashanti turned back to the girl. "What's your name?" she asked. "Hailey," the girl replied. "I love that name. Do you want to have a drink?" Ashanti asked her. The girl nodded and Ashanti helped her handle the cup.
Hailey was quick to down the drink and Ashanti wondered if she had eaten anything.
"Sweetheart, what are you doing here?" Ashanti asked her softly. Hailey's eyes began to water. "They killed my mummy and daddy and told me that I am going to die because I look like my mommy," she mumbled as her voice broke.
Ashanti's heart clenched as she heard her. "What happened?" She asked her. "It was birthday. I don't know them. They killed my mummy first and killed my daddy and took me to a ship," Hailey sniffled.
Ashanti knew they did something to her. "Did they touch you?" She asked her. Ashanti felt her heart race in anticipation. "It hurt and it still does," Hailey told her and Ashanti felt her eyes well up with tears.
How could they do that to a little girl? "Pedophiles," She thought to herself. Then Hailey began to gag. "Hailey?"
Suddenly, she started to vomit. "Let it all out sweetie," Ashanti said softly as she rubbed her back. Marcel and Dante walked in to see the scene. Hailey kept vomiting till she couldn't anymore and them passed out on Ashanti.
"Is she dead?" Dante asked as Ashanti hurriedly checked her pulse. "She's alive," she answered in relief. "We need to get her treated," she said to them. "We're disposing her, " Marcel said. "Are you out of your mind?" Ashanti asked in anger.
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"Ash?" Camilla called as she knocked on the door. "How may I help you?" Ashanti asked with ice in her voice Camilla winced a little.
Camilla opened the door and walked in. "Ash, you need to come out. You haven't eaten lunch and you didn't even touch your dinner," she said as she approached Ashanti who was laying on the bed.
"I'm not hungry," Ashanti said and covered herself with her blanket, "goodnight."
Camilla rolled her eyes and sat beside her before removing the blanket. "Sit up, Ash," she said. Ashanti sighed and sat up. "Is it because of that girl?" Camilla asked.
"That girl has gone through what no other five year old girl should have gone through, Cam. She was raped, Can, raped!" Ashanti exclaimed as she felt her composure break. Camilla's eyes widened.
"She was told that she deserved to die because she looked like her mother. Those French Mafia are cruel. How would they do that to a little girl? I just want to give her hope of a new life. I can't let her die when I knew I could have done something," Ashanti told her.
"How did she look like?" Camilla asked her. "Cam, the girl is beautiful. How will I just leave her like that? Marcel is being a heartless man and I can't put up with his madness when it comes to her. She's innocent," Ashanti told her.
"I'll talk to Marcel, I'll try my best. But please eat first," Camilla begged her. Ashanti frowned and looked away, "I won't eat anything or drink anything until I have that little girl in my arms. I have promised that to myself and I can't break that promise."
"Don't hurt yourself please," Camilla told her. "I won't," Ashanti said. Camila sighed and stood up. "Goodnight, Ash," she said as she approached the door. "Goodnight, Cam," Ashanti said and covered herself as Camilla walked out of the room.
Camilla walked into the living room to see Dante and Marcel sitting, drinking whiskey. "You're an ass," Camilla told him. "The girl may be dangerous," Marcel told her and she chuckled. "A five year old girl, Marcel. Don't make Ashanti hate you for this," she said and walked out.
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Romance"I don't not wish to marry," Marcel said. "Son, it's time you settled down," Leonardo said to him and Marcel chuckled. "With her?" he pointed at Ashanti and she wished she could cut off his finger. That was the last straw. "Look here Mr. I'm so perf...
