The Rebellious Rescuer COMPLETED!✔

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" Wake up you cheap trash! " 

Someone pushed you hard on your leg that nearly got you to fall to the side. You tried to link your mind back and become sensible in what was going on, but everything stayed blurry still. Someone placed a hand behind your head, gripping a fistful of hair, firmly pulling it down so that your face lifted up in the air and at the person who was opposing you.

" You're in a bad trouble useless woman! " He shouted straight in your face as he hardened the pull and made you to grunt muffled. 

" Let her go! " Commanded another, and he obeyed right away.

Chinking spurs were getting closer for each step he took and stopped when he reached his destination where it suited him. You blinked a couple of times, hoping to get the chance to have a view of this man and where you were residing, but it was futile. A match lit near your visage and a huge foggy smoke, laid fairly enough causing you to cough to the unpleasant smell.  

" You see my lady,"  he said puffing another smoke on your face. " You have no idea how much I would love to stub out this cigarette on some parts of your delighted body. Make you suffer in pain and agony so there will grow a rage within you, a distaste that soon will convert into revenge that gets you to do anything to fulfill it. " He took another blow and continued, " this is exactly how I feel right now after the incident that night! "

Now you began to understand that you were captured by the same grotesque man who laid his hand on you.

" Let her sniff the salt! " He uttered loudly, and a nasty well- recognized scent passed through your nose, got you to flinch from unawareness, and could finally see his appearance that you once encountered before. A remarkable devilish grin characterized his cruel face as he got closer to you, rolling the end of the upright cigarette in front of your nose while his eyes followed along the movements.  

" Now that you've got your conscious back, maybe you want to witness your own suffering, what do you say? hm? "  

You scowled to his cynical and evil speech, feeling a burning heat, blazing in your blood vessels of hate and you spat right in his face. He twitched, brushing it away with his fingertips. His grim and dark blue eyes became deadly poisoning, from there you could see that he was now really pissed off and gave you a sturdy slap on the same cheek he once marked.     

" You filthy whore! " He yelled and stood up hastily. " Watch her boys until I get back! " Demanding his two armed men as he sharply walked out of the tent. You tried to tug yourself and break free, but it was impossible as your hands and legs were both tied with a thick rope. 

* clicking tongue * " don't try anything, stupid lady! " One of them said and aimed the rifle between your two brows. They were still wearing a bandana over their faces, to remain unrecognized. The hard, cold ground and air sent a chilly breeze through your nightgown, made you freeze and shiver. Here you were, in the middle of somewhere, tethered, cold and hungry, with two armed madmen, guarding you in a small shabby tent which was nearly dark. A weak flame of a candle that was burning slow was the only source to light inside. You bowed your head and closed your eyelids. " I just want this lamentable misery to end, is this the end of the chapter in my life? is this what I deserve after all these years of serving and pleasing the perverse men? please, if there's someone above who can get my prayers heard, to get me out of this awful place, I just want to go back to where I belong. " You said thoughtfully, while you dug deeper into your thoughts. " Where do I actually belong? I have no childhood memories from back then. All I can conclude is the rancid motel in town where I've been left at a young age. They will take good care of you here were the last words they told and convinced me, showing me the bedroom upstairs which supposed to be my room from there when I stumbled upon a slim and cute girl, maybe a few years older than I, with long light brown hair and hazel eyes. Maybe this is my fate? maybe I'm the one who belongs nowhere in this world, no one who will look after me, love me, care for me. I was born alone, and I'm going to die alone. " Teardrops rolled down your cheeks implicitly.