AUTHOR'S BORING NOTE:
Olah bebes! Gusto kolang ipaalam na I'm going to finish this story na as soon as possible kasi feeling ko paboring na ng paboring habang tumatagal. But thank you padin for suporting my story i lab u na hehehehe😂 ayun lang chiaoooo!
PS: Have a blessed day ahead of you.
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Light headed. Weary. And the hard cold metal wrapped around my wrist was the one that I woke up to.
I panicked. All this questions rummaged to my head. Where am I? What happened? And, why am I here?
And all that answered to Baltimore, and his car. The candy. And the stupidity. And now, I'm fucked as hell.
I tucked my feet under my ass and searched the area. I was in a bed and my hands is chained in the two pole of it. I was in a bed with rose petals and the smell of it was evident everywhere.
'Rose..' I spit like a cough syrup.
'So, you knew me already.' His figure rosed in the dark corner. He was wearing a black pants and shirt. And a rose in his hands. 'I'm disappointed on how stupid of a agent you are to kick a ride with the one you're spying. Truely.. disappointed.'
'The pleasure's mine.' I said knowing I'm in no position to vex him but if this is going to be the last thing I'd to, hell I'm up for it.
'I like you. I like the attitude, the courage. But you choose to get into my fucking life and that's not good. Oh, no.' He walked up to the bed and sat infront of me. Just enough to make me see how his eyes have changed. It was all black and full of anger.
'Get away from me you fucking murderer.' I back away from him but the chains tied up both my wrist were a bitch. And he was an asshole.
A warm slap in the cheeks and I felt my mouth bleed. It tasted like a metalic thing inside my mouth. I looked at him with much loathe.
'What? Are you getting angry for being called a murderer? When in fact, you are one?' I smirked at that. He was about to raised his hand again and I'm sure as hell ready to take the slap but he back his hand off instead and touched my jaw.
'I'm not going to lie, you being a bitch makes me wanna shut the fuck out of you and bend you over.' He kissed me. A disgusting thing I could never ever forget. I moved my head away from this bastard. I kicked him. I can fucking die right now than be violated by this monster.
My feet landed on his face and that felt good. A bone broke in his face and another kick, his dirty lips were bleeding.
'You disgust me! I'm going to kill you, you beast!' I screamed and the anger I'm holding in turned into a tears I could not stop.
He laughed and wiped away his bleeding lips. 'You broke my nose, sweet cake. Don't be a bitch if you want to have your whole body with you on your funeral.'
'But since you're special to me, I'm going to let you off the hook this time and give you a show. Watch carefully..' He said and before he got off to bed he leaned to me and licked the blood on my lips. I want to die. I want to fucking die right now instead of knowing how he takes advantage of me.
The lights turned on and illuminated the whole room. It was like an old basement with lots of tanks. The only out of place here was the bed and me. I shouldn't be here. I blame myself. And maybe, Damian too. Because he stood me up. Not that he know I was waiting but he is to blame, too.
A muffled cry got my attention back. In the reality where I had been a stupid bitch. A girl that has a bleeding head, a swollen face and a blood under her pants was being dragged by the hair. Her sight itself was a fucking torture and I cant help feel mad, crazy mad.
'This is Princess and she'd been my toy for about two weeks now. Princess, that meal right there is Valentina.' The mention of my real name made me shock but I concealed it.
'You're going to pay for all the things you've done. I can't wait and put a chain in you hands too.' I said and sat at the bed.
'Ohh. Sure, sure, sure.' He said and pulled the girld hair. 'But before that, let me have fun with her while you watch.' He smirked the evil lurking inside of him.
It was painful. I pitied the girl who's innocent soul got violated. How her body collapsed at the unwantedness she's been through. How she vomited. How blood gushed through her violet skin while she was being tortured. Her death was something I'd prayed for. Not because I'm bad or she's bad. But because her pain was too much. She needed to rest. I want her to rest.
This maybe is the thing my teacher teached us. That's there it isn't a bad thing if it will benefit good on others.
'Ahh.' He exhaled. 'Do you know I had to beat her stomach big time because she was pregnant with my baby? Tsh. She deserved it. Now don't look at me like I'd done something wrong.'
'Your mother must be ashamed of you.' I spat. He looked at me with pure hatred like I've just hitted the spot. Bulls eye.
'I think it's the other way around. I'm ashamed of her.'
'You have no respects for women. You bastard.'
'Would it have changed then? If I had?' He stood up and let out a laugh. A laugh with no humor but loathe, anger.. a laugh of that whose crazy.
