"I hated being called his Rosa. Every man that had me for a night was sure to remind me that I wasn't human anymore. I wasn't a person anymore. I mean how could I be? A person has a soul, and by that time I had already gave it up to the devil." Jade...
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Jade
"Beautiful." I hear him whisper in my ear, his hot breath hitting my cheek. The smell of the liquor he was drinking engulfed my nostrils.
I could almost throw up. But that would result into a beat down. And I just had one this morning from puking after swallowing him semen.
"You've grown up so well mi Rosa." He whispers kissing my neck.
I squeeze my eyes shut not wanting to see what's comes next.
"Say my name." He commands and I can hear his pants unbuckle.
Tears form in my eyes as I let out a shaky breath, "Master."
"Good girl." He replies before climbing on top of me.
I quickly shut down.
I quickly turn off my emotions.
I become numb to this.
The pain doesn't hurt anymore when l just fall into a dark hole until he is done.
I let the scorching hot water of the shower fall on my body. Immune to the pain I just sit there numb. My mind slowly opening the dark place where all my skeletons play.
I can't lie and say I don't know I became like this. Dark, cynical, and coldhearted. It was his fault. He caused the pain that morphed into nothing but hatred and anger for any male that looked my way. He created something not even I can sometimes control. He created a monster.
I sigh and tilt my head back and pushing my long black hair back as well. I let the hot water hit my face, something I do to sooth me.
"Jade we have a lead!" Iris exclaims on the other side of the bathroom door.
I roll my eyes at her unnecessary loudness and finish washing my body and rinsing off.
Getting out I dry my body and put on a long sleeve shirt and just my panties. I leave my hair down before walking out of the bathroom into the open living area of our bunker we built.
A good friend of ours gave this to us in return of helping her.
"What's up?" I ask leaning on the computer table looking at the several monitors. Some display footage of men on our hit list. Some display longitude and latitude maps of many mafia family's and gang's territories. One specific monitor displays a rotation of lost and never found girls all over the world.
I blink at the pictures of girls from the age 13 to 18 some haven't been found for years. Some have been recently found dead.
They say only the strong survive in this world we were thrown in.
"Well I've been rolling the facial recognition through Dominic's CCTV that I manage to capture before the fire. And guess who was a frequent visitor?" Scarlett asks as she finishes typing on her keyboard before a picture popped up on the main monitor screen.
