Rogue One: An Untamed Story

Chap 17: Revenge Is Sweet

Narrator's Pov:

The rest of what happened was blurry to her.

Madam Gāo was furious! How dare those dogs turn on her? They've even ruthlessly tied her up and draged her around like a worthless rag doll.

She struggled and let out muffled screams. She would regurgitate if she could, revolted by the dirty rag shoved into her mouth like she was some dog that needed to be tamed.

Through her drousy state, her servants brought her to a shack, at the very back of the mansion.

Leading the rebels was Four, the man who's fingers she had sliced off with a sword not too long ago.

'That bastard organised this!? I should have killed him when I had the chance!'

Madam Gāo's servants toss her roughly onto the ground, purposely making sure that she would fall into a puddle of mud.

They all grinned with satisfaction at the look of utter dismay on her face, when she realised that her newly purchased dress had been ruined.

Four removed the rag from his soon-to-be-dead Madam's mouth, and winced when she started screaming at them.

"Traitors! All of you! I'll have your heads! I'll have ALL YOUR HEADS!" Angry fire fueled her, and Madam Gāo's eyes shone with rage.

Madam Gāo screamed again, but this time, it was out of pain.

"Shut up!" One of her servants had cut her. They had sliced open her cheek. Her beautiful, soft skin was now dripping with blood.

Tears flooded her eyes as the pain flared throughout her face. "Argh!"

Madam Gāo hissed, refusing to whimper. She tilted her head up and looked fearfully at Four.

For once in her life, she stuttered out, "W-w-what, what are you g-going to do, to do to me?"

Her servants advanced on her with menancing grins, and only then did Madam Gāo realise what real fear felt like.

They tore her dress, ripping off her sleeves and half of the skirt. Then, two men held her down by her arms whilst another brandished a kitchen knife.

Slowly and painfully, they sliced open her skin. They cut her thighs, her arms and her cheeks, until her blood had stained her pink hanfu and made it a bloody red.

Meanwhile, Madam Gāo shrieked and squirmed, trying to break out of their grasps but they were too strong.

She gasped and begged when one of then suggested cutting off her fingers, to compensate for Four's missing ones.

Madam Gāo shivered with fear at the icy stare Four sent her.
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