Aryan's Lethal Obsession

Adah

John's words were ringing in my mind, stay where you are and don't move an inch.

I regret stepping out of the car. The haunting graveyard was a far better place to dread than to come here. Staying in the car made me palpitate in fear more, and that's how I ended up coming to this place.

I regretted abruptly stopping walking when I heard a strange voice, and my curiosity got me to walk toward the sound without giving a second thought.

I regret not stopping my scream seeing a man getting his fingers cut mercilessly, thrashing his body.

I regret saving the devil only to get entrapped and now face my death.

I was dragged mercilessly by my hair. My scalp burned with the force of the pull, but what made me freeze in fear was that I was dragged to the same dungeon from where I ran.

"No, no...please, for God's sake," I chanted, wailing like a madwoman.

I didn't want to go there and get tortured the same way as that pitiful man I saw earlier. My fear got over me, and I started wriggling violently, only to be picked up and thrown over someone's shoulder.

"Put me down," I cried. His hard shoulder was bruising my bare stomach but what was more painful was how roughly he was carrying me.

"...the fuck I told him. That asshole. I will deal with him once...." the man carrying me kept murmuring to himself.

"Please, I don't know anything. let me go."

"then you should have followed what you were told." He hissed, almost sounding murderous, digging his nails deeper into my flesh.

"I'm sorry," I wailed.

What else could I do in that situation? The deeper they were taking me, the darker it was getting. I don't want to be alone with these monsters. God only knows what they will do with me if killing someone doesn't make them cringe. I don't want them to touch me with the same bloodied hands. I was feeling nauseous with fear and with being held upside down from the ground. Like a lamb to be slaughtered, he took me to the same room.

I shrieked when he threw me roughly on the ground with my knees hitting the ground first. I groaned in pain and couldn't help rolling on the filthy floor. I was sobbing when a shadow approached me, making me turn around on my feeble arms only to see the same man who carried me earlier hover. A new dread creeps in when I see the anger in his eyes, ready to rip me into pieces.

"Leave me alone with her."

My stomach dropped. Death was no longer the thing of concern for me. Now, I only wanted to save myself from this enraged wolf and was willing to embrace death happily if that could fulfill the purpose.

I hesitantly looked at the face of the rest of the men and cried in relief inwardly, seeing reluctance marring their faces. On cue, the same guy looked around, "Any problem?"

"Boss asked us to watch over her," one dared to retort.

"Should I tell Boss how she entered the dungeon in the first place? Was it not your turn to patrol, Julian?"

"Then Boss should also know how every week a car stopped at the nearby graveyard," when that Julian guy replied, the hulk guy pounced on him furiously.

"The fuck you said," he growls while punching him constantly even though many of the other men were trying to disengage him.

I gulped, witnessing the horrendous sight before me, and skidded back in fear. My pounding heart was about to rip out of my chest when my survival instinct kicked it. While everyone was engrossed or was stopping the fight, I tried to take a chance to sneak out of place. The only problem was before I could succeed, someone grabbed me by my waist.

"Going somewhere?" a low murmur raised the hair on my skin.

"Please let me go. I promise I won't tell anyone," I whimper with tears falling freely, but his hold never ease.

I thrashed in his hold only to turn around abruptly by my arm, and I came face to face again with the devil himself.

"I thought you were coming with me, Jahanzeb" he looked past me at the hulk guy whose name I realized was Jahanzeb.

"Boss, she was trying to escape again. I was making sure to tie her up."

"I didn'—"

I was tugged cruelly, and a hard slap cut me in, the impact of which made me fall on the ground with a deep buzzing sound in my ear and blurry vision. I writhed with no sound and no vision. Is this going to be the end of me?

Before I could clear my vision or stop the buzzing sound, another hard slap hit the other side of the face. I coughed, lying limp on my stomach. Within two slaps, I lay on the ground.

"This shit is because of you," I heard a growl in a low voice before I was harshly pulled up again by my hair.

"Leave her, Jahanzeb," the same cold voice echoed, making even the Jahanzeb guy freeze.

"Bos—"

"You seemed to be in a mood of defiance today. Want me to look into the cause?" I don't know what was happening or who this man was, but his words seemed to instill fear in this huge guy along with others.

"Sorry, Boss," he murmured. He pushed me away with a jerk but not before giving a warning glare.

What was he warning me for when I didn't even know him?

With the hard push, I ended up lying on my side and could only stare at the devil approaching me with a menacing gait.

"I will ask you for the last time; who are you working for?" he asked.

"John," I whimper with difficulty.

"Who, John?" he asked again, crouching before me. Somehow his composure was more dreadful than that of Jahanzeb's slap.

"I..." taking a hard gulp, I added, "he said a client would meet me at the graveyard." I closed my eyes in disgrace

After what felt like a long pause, I heard him say, "I see. I wonder who that client is."

I flinched, snapping my eyes open when I felt his finger brushing hair away from my swollen face. There was something cruel in his tone and his touch, but I was more worried about myself. Even if I were to die today at the hand of this monster, I would instead want to fight for my virtue.

"I....don't know. John didn't.." I choked, pleading with him with my eyes.

I let go of my hold breath when he straightened up and poked my stomach with his feet, "Get up."

If it were a normal time, I would have felt humiliated, but anything would be fine if I could leave this place alive and with my virtue intact. After the third attempt, I supported my body with my arms. I could hear a murmur that sounded like get him here before his cold glare on me caused my skin to crawl.

I was sobbing, panting, and crawling back while pleading, "please, Sir. I don't know anything. John..he told.....please spare me."

"Please, I swear on Dad, I will not reveal anything," my back hit the crook between the walls, and I folded my hand, begging him to let me go. I just wished they knew I never lied in my father's name.

"Okay, I will let you go."