Dance of Affliction (GxG)

A Death Sentence

»»-----¤-----««Estelle's Pov»»-----¤-----««

I've lost track of time, but it feels like it's been a few days already. The zip ties around my wrists are causing excruciating pain. I can't help but wonder if they're starting to restrict my blood flow. As I look over at the two men conversing in the corner, the sound of a car engine shutting off outside makes my heart skip a beat.

Oh god, who is here now?

As three figures entered the room, my eyes immediately locked onto that woman who had insulted me before by hitting me in the face and accusing me of having fake tits. The other two individuals, however, remained unfamiliar to me.

Standing amidst the three, I notice a striking woman draped in black, her porcelain skin contrasting against the darkness. Her aura exuded opulence, leaving no doubt about her affluence. Beside her stood a gentleman, towering at least six feet tall. Clad in a sharp suit and tie, his hair neatly slicked back with gel, his strong jawline added to his commanding presence. It's evident that he emanates the same air of sophistication as the woman, but with a touch of maturity.

The man's voice breaks the silence, "What's the surprise you have in store for me?" 

I strain my ears to catch snippets of their conversation. I have to know what they're going to do to me. The woman confidently declares,

"I have something that will elevate our family to the top of the hierarchy once again." The three of them immediately shift their gaze towards me, their eyes piercing. The man, on the other hand, appears puzzled as he studies me intently, his brows furrow in confusion.

"Who's this?" He simply asks uninterested but intrigued.

The woman's smirk is filled with contempt and power as she gazes at me. "This is Fedorov's latest toy," she announces.

The room goes silent.

"Excuse me?" The man's voice cuts through the silence with a menacing undertone.

"Fedorov's plaything, with her here we have an advantage of getting to that bitch."

A gasp escapes my lips as the sharp sound of a slap reverberates across the room. My eyes widen in shock as I witness the man forcefully strike the woman with the back of his hand.

"Are you fucking crazy!?" He yells but composes himself quickly.

The woman pants from the impact of the slap and looks up at him. "What the hell, dad!?" She yells.

Well, looks like I've stumbled upon a real-life soap opera here. I must admit, it's quite the spectacle, as long as I'm not the one on the receiving end of that slap.

"Do you have any idea what you've brought upon us right now!?"

"What are you talking about!?" She yells back in protest. "Why are you acting so afraid!"

The man glances over at me and then back to his daughter. "You've signed your own death sentence right now."

"Don't tell me you're afraid of that bitch?" She scoffs looking up at her dad.

"You should be afraid." He suddenly says low and threatening. The man steps closer and grabs his daughter by the collar. "There's a reason why Fedorov has been at the top of the chain for years now."

"She's just a wealthy business woman who used daddy's and mommy's money to get where she's at." The girl replies in an arrogant, condescending tone. This made the other her father next to her let out a deep sigh.

"You may think you know it all," he begins, his voice fills with restrained anger. "But I've been here much longer than you, and I can assure you that your judgement is completely misguided." His words, spoken softly yet firmly, pique my curiosity, even in the midst of this tense situation.