Devil With Angel Wings

02

ALYSSA

     The next day is the same. Sometimes I'm getting tired of this joy. I hate it. I hate myself but it's all for my brother. The only one I have now. Only one keeping me alive.

  After a while, I withdraw from the bar to carry the trash out of the back door.

The back door leads to a small alleyway filled with dumpsters and street rats.
Sometimes we get drunkards loitering at the back, but they're pretty harmless. There are plenty of broken bottles to use as defensive weapons anyway.

I exhale heavily as I throw the trash into one of the overflowing bins.
Im about to head back inside, when I see men fighting in the alleyway.
I see three mens circling around a blond guy standing in the middle before throwing their fists at him.
Its three against one. It looks like a gang fight but I make no move to help the blond guy. Its none of my business. And I have my own problems to deal with.

Im about to turn but my body stills when I see the blond guy makes his move and fights back.
He's like a blur of motion. He's so fast that my eyes fail to catch him other than streaks of his blond hair and his leather jacket billowing with every move he makes.
He's silent other than the sound of his jacket slapping against the wind every time he throws a punch.
For some reason, my heart starts to beat faster. Seeing him is like watching a cage fighter.
Its three against one, yet.. he's win.
But the way he fights... reminds me of a tiger trapped in a zoo.
I can feel violence and rage radiating from him, and they lash out through his fists.
The three men drops on the ground with a forceful thud.
They groan but stays on the ground.

My eyes train on the winner. His back is facing me, his leather jacket hugging his strong muscles.
His shoulder are broad and he stands there tall like a freaking war god.
Then his face turns towards me and my heart jumps in my throat.
I've never seen anyone like him before. So primal and devastatingly handsome.
Yet his expression is cold. There are some blood splatter on his cheeks but he doesnt bother wiping them off.
His blond hair makes him look like an angel but the rest of him is nothing angelic, with dark jeans, leather jacket, and a silver chain around his neck.

He's like a fallen angel.
My skin burns under his gaze.
I see his dark brown eyes flash in the dark.
They glow, and the way he stares at me, it makes me feel like prey about to be devoured.
His eyes are wild,
These arent the eyes of a man... they are the eyes of.......an animal.
And it frightens me.
Terrified, I run back into the club.

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    I strap my bag over my shoulders as I head out of the door.
My shift has just ended. Its after midnight but the city is as loud as ever.
My skin smells of sweat and cheap perfume, and there's a lingering scent of lust in the air.
Clutching my bag harder, I quicken my footsteps.
I walk towards the bus stop when two men appears in my line of sight.

"Hey there, pretty. Want us to show you a good time?"
One of them grins at me, showing a gold tooth. They look drunk, judging from the way they walk.

"No thanks", I mutter and try to walk around them, but the guy stops me by grabbing my wrist.

"Dont say that, we have a lot of money", he slips his hand inside his jacket and takes out a wad full of cash.
My feet stills on the ground as I watch his waving the money at me.
They must've mistaken me for a hooker.
My face turns to disgust. They want me to sell my body?
I'll kick their balls if they so much touch me.
The way they leer at me makes me feel sick, like snails slithering all over my skin.
I want to run away but I suddenly remember my brother.
I have to save him. And I need money for that.
Whats one exchange of my body for cash?
My heart laments with sorrow. This body, who has never been touched by anyone before, yet Im giving it away so freely to the arms of strangers.
My heart is incapable to love, but I dream that if I want to have sex, then it be with someone I'd cherish. Not like this.But whats one body compared to someone's life?
No matter what happens to me, I will live.
My brother is more important to me than anything else in this world.
Including myself...

"If I go with you, how much can you give me?" There is no emotion in my voice, as if Im nothing but a lifeless doll. That's right. I'm just a shell.
The man with the gold tooth comes closer and tucks a wandering lock behind my ear.

"A lot, sweetheart. More than you can imagine", I inhale his foul breath and I want to vomit.
But I stay rooted on the spot, and I allow him to touch me.

"Okay", I whisper.
The men laughs and puts their arms around me.But before they can take a further step, their arms are suddenly ripped away from me.

I turn and gasp to find the blond guy from earlier beating the crap out of those guys.
His fists flies wildly and I see blood everywhere.
My heart takes a dive and my world is spinning.

"Stop!", I scream as I run to the blond guy and grab his arm.
His arm is hard like steel.

"What are you doing?", I say in horror. My money.......
Mercifully, he stops but he turns his scary expression on me and I want to wilt under his glare.

"They're taking you", he says simply.

"And I want them! I need that money. Mind your own business, you bastard!" Im afraid of him but Im afraid of not getting the money more. My fear for my brother is greater than my fear for him.
He scoffs and pulls away from me with disgust, like Im someone dirty.

"For a whore, you are incredibly naive. They're lying to you. Do you think they would pay you to spread your legs for them? They'd say anything as long as they can get you naked underneath them. And then they'll rape you until you are nothing but a broken toy."

My knees trembles and I collapse on the dirty ground. My chest heaves and I feel like I cant breathe.
I wish I can escape, but I can never leave this hell, not when my brother is burning in this inferno.
Tears burn in my eyes before they fall into tiny rivers.
I lift my head to find him staring down at me. I'm so tired. Let's end this.

"Then mister... will you buy me?"
My cheeks are stained wet and my world is blurry, but I can see him staring down at me with those cold, merciless eyes.

"What?"

My lips trembles but I swallow the cries. "Will you buy me... for £100,000?"

He is silent for a while, then he slips his hand inside his jacket.
He pulls out a checkbook and pen.
I stare wordlessly as he scribbles something on it, before he rips the paper and throws it at me.
I watch that thin piece of paper float in the air before I move to grab it.
The paper is stained with fingerprints of blood, but its those numbers that draws me in.
Its a cheque for £100,000, signed by MARK TUAN YI-EN.
My eyes widens as that paper shakes in my hands.

"Do you understand what this means?", his cold voice filters the air.
I look up to him, my tears are already dried, leaving smears of black mascara on my face.
This terrifying man, with blood covering his skin.
His cheeks are smeared with blood, and his hands drips with the crimson fluid.
His knuckles are torn bloody but his face never shows pain.

"I will own you. From now on, you are mine", he says.
The way he stands above me, half of his face casts in the shadows. It makes him look like a devil.
And I've just sold my soul to this devil.
That night, Im no longer the same person as I was before. 

I am a thing.. a commodity.

Im sold for £100,000.

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