No One's POV: it was the Saturday evening, weeks after the agreeing to the first battle ending, with their 10 victors of battle soon another season coming, with Miguel's business running smoothly this year. With today, his babbling of words discussing in his office, a meeting presenting with important tasks and ideas for the next one soon to come, who will come and go?, who will die first?, and who'll bet for the killing win? As in the other room with soft violin music playing as she was in the dimmed dark of her private bathroom in deep thought, she looked tired, and in pain.
Jasmine's POV:
she huffed as she looked herself in the mirror as old scars and surprisingly fresh bruises and red scratches surrounding her upper body, to her neck to to her chest, these past weeks was a blur to her, she was confused, soon as the candles glow giving a welcome from the bubbly bath she prepared as she dipped in slowly between her aching groans and soft grunts as she softly dipped fully in getting her hair and face soak in the warm water soon her eyes softly blinking looking at the cracking ceiling of the eroded paint peeling off as she squeezed her hair having flashes of the night slowly coming piece to piece in one story her eyes started to water as she sighed
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No One's POV:
Yes, she remembered every detail last detail she faced on the night of last Tuesday, the end of the very first season of the small fights. Facing the happy and excited Sir, as he was more in a lighter mood, taking all his money that she had to clean every time he "made it rain" but that night made her happy and shiver softly as the girl swallowed between her thought trying to remember, as flashes rushed towards short scenes of her bedroom and two crushing bodies heated with the sheets messy and more of noises of pleasure and pain and more flashes of lips in contact of tight grips and different controls of scratches and hickeys. This time her skin crawled feeling her skin tighten as she remembered every feeling towards that night, with mixture of great love, rough touches, and collisions of her body and his. Her breath quicken just thinking of the rush and speed. As she closed her eyes just having the memories flashed each more and more into her head, making her quiver before she took a deep breath but something was wrong.
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Jasmine's POV:
Her eyes widen feeling the soapy water in her lungs as she realized she sunk beneath the water, as she arose with soft burning stings in her eyes as she coughed roughly beating her hand on her chest trying to breath as she gasp for the fresh air as her body shook from the rushing cold she been hit with, her blinking softly as she enjoyed that night as she thought but she whined and sniffled as her legs squeezed as more questions rushed in her head her lip softly trembling.
"It's been weeks...and he hasn't say anything about it...it couldn't have been rape...n-no it can't be.."
As tears fell down her cheeks between the burning in her eyes as she repeatedly rubbed them between her rough exhales and sniffles as she sighed her heart slowly shattering for all the overthinking thoughts that roam deep in her head, she only cried her heart out, but she tried not being notice as she wanted to scream softly pulling her soaked hair as the heat slowly rushed into cold water as she stared straight into the crumbling paint of the old wall only having a weak sob.
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No One's POV:
It was the same awkwardness that night, she just cooked dinner for the Mr. as they not spoke only eating as his move was to leave her, as he slammed the office door tightly, the girl didn't eat, she didn't wanna eat, she felt betrayed, backstabbed, used, as her heart felt broken, replaced, and shattered. She once more cried herself to sleep, as the two lovers became drifted after days and days of evenings and dark nights, she had no one to cuddle, and he had no one to talk to, Miguel went out more leaving the girl alone so she could only suffer more as she screamed on the midnight floor only being comforted by another maid or servant, her eyes pale just like her tired face. it seems the sir also been suspicious, as he no longer went on stripper nights or paid women for sex, he was busy behind close doors in his office every morning and night. As she was desperately confused as she wanted to know why.. she wanted to ask..but she was afraid..she had the feeling of no hope, and no tendering love for the man, she was just some toy used and thrown out, was she just used for sex? What was he hiding?....and one way or another the young women will find out...even if she had to dig down every broken bone...
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Author's note: Done with chapter 9. Next time we'll seek to mig's issue..!! Ttyl xoxo~Jasmine
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Random"Where do we go from here?.." he'd asked, scratching the back of his neck, gazing gently with question. She'd kneeled examining the dead corpse, before swiftly taking the rifle, clicking with a load she stood with a glare. "...Not sure, but lets kic...
