Red Syndrome

"Leave me assholes... I'm not the fish of your net" I shout on bastard who
Holding the rope which tied my hands together, I'm flapping like a fish.
I have never thought one day I end in a dark room with four muscular man
Controlling me like a reck bull and get abuse like this.
I know you're the curse a witch spelt on me on my birth but pathos,
There's no prince will come to get me rid of this curse. Jade, you're
My bad luck and how many times you'll prove me nothing can worse
Than you. If my life was miserable it was you and today still you.
I wish I could killed you the day I escape that house of yours, how stupid I
Was to think your shadow will leave me this easily. You prove me wrong
Again and when this war will end?
"Are you in your senses now? Why you calling bad luck upon you?"
He pulls my rope, I'm on my knees, I'm panting, my chest raise up and down.
"I'm not Jade... I have told...."
He deliver a slap, that echo in room for some seconds, two more slaps and
My cheek will no more able to feel anything, I can imagine how my cheeks
Must look like right now? Must be dark red. And it will turn purple by
Tomorrow.
" Master won't give you much time, you thought you can fool him and ran
With his money?"
"Please check my damn account and if you find some, share 10% with me"
He crouch front of me. Hold my chin.
"what you made of? Tough guy?"
"Call your master, say him he's following wrong girl, I'm Kate her twin sister"
"buy new script"
"Don't you know how twins looks like?"
"Master don't care he wants his money back"
"Then tell him find her, torturing me won't recover his lose"
"All you suffering because of your own mulish tongue"
"Thanks for advice, but I don't Fucking care"

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