Don't Go (Jenlisa Adaptation)

4. Pranpriya

This story is adapted from the original story 'Don't Go' by emjaywrites. This is just an adaptation! All rights belong to the original owner.

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Jennie

I sit quietly beside her. She hasn't said anything. Neither do I. My mind is empty.

"We are home, Kiska. Come."

The door opens for her, and she steps out of the limo and takes my hand. I slide out, noticing the hundreds of armed men outside the huge mansion.

Holy shit.

"What do you think?"

I swallow. I think escape is impossible.

"Kiska," She tugs my hair. "Answer me. Do you like it?"

I look at the stone building. "It's beautiful."

"Now, tell me the truth."

"I feel like I'm heading to prison."

"That's an accurate feeling to have. Come."

She places her hand on my lower back, escorting me up the stairs.

"Why so many stairs?" I huff. I'm a damn stripper but this is ridiculous.

"See how tired you are? That is why. Makes for difficult entry, no?"

Her face is stone-cold but her deep voice floats with light amusement.

I've noticed she doesn't make many facial expressions. But her voice changes slightly with any emotion she feels.

My only way out is through her. I have no doubt that she will hold her end of the bargain.

She'll take good care of my parents. But as for me...

"What if you have evacuated?"

The armed men, salute her. We walk into the house. All the maids stand and welcome her. They all say the same thing.

(A/N: Slanted words are Russian)

"Welcome Pranpriya"

She's obviously the big boss of something.

"Take her to her room. Prep her. Bring her to me when finished."

"Yes, Pranpriya"

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I'm ushered to a room. Maids took off my clothes, put me in a bath, and washed me. I don't protest. I'm numb, barely feeling.

This is what has become of me? A powerful woman's toy. What would my mother say! What my father will say?

If I hadn't done this...if. If?

Do I have a choice? No. Not against her.

A beautiful woman with dark hair and light eyes addressed me.

"Miss it's time. Pranpriya is waiting for you."

"Any idea what she'll do to me?"

She says nothing but looks at me with pity. "Come, miss. We mustn't keep her waiting."

I breathe in and out. I've been stuffed in a tight red dress.

God. I'm marching down winding hallways, that all look the same. Then I'm taken into a room. She's there. Sitting there, with a group of powerful men in suits.

They all look at me as I walk in.

"Here she is, right on time. Come Kiska." She opens her arms.

I swallow roughly, stepping into them. She sits me on her lap.

"This is my new... companion. Kiska, these are my brothers. You'll see them more than anyone. Maybe even me."

"Pranpriya. Is she?"

She puts her hand on my belly. "Not yet."

Is she... is she trying to get me pregnant?

Oh hell no.

"S-sir, I thought I was going to sign a contract."

"You are. As soon as I finish drafting it. I don't want any legal issues."

"Is any of this legal?" I grumble.

"Legal is such a... strict term. But don't worry about what's legal, Kiska. For now, just sit still, and look pretty."

I bite my lip. "Yes Sir."

"Good girl."

She pointed to the man in the corner. He looked like... well like he ate the hulk. His hair was low cut, blood, and his face was tattooed.

With a skull. A skull was tattooed across the surface of his face. This man obviously has high tolerance for pain.

"This man is going to teach you to defend yourself. Try to hurt me and I kill you."

"Hello, little girl." He nods.

I nod back nervously.

"He will also keep you safe when I am not around. This man will teach what to say to pigs when they try to get you to snitch. Do it, and I break your neck."

I touch the neck in question. "Are there any consequences except death?"

She tugs my hand from my neck, replacing it with her own strong gloved hand.

"Not really. No."

"Now, this man, truth be told, I like him least- he is a lawyer."

"I thought the other guy was a lawyer?"

"Common misconception. Now, if you ever run into a legal problem, you call him."

"Why would I have a legal problem?"

She stares at me stone-faced. I clear my throat. So... she's not answering that question.