Chapter 226: Chapter 226

*This Chapter may contain scenes that may be gore for some readers. It may also contain triggers because of its contents.Reader Discretion is Advised*

On the other side of town, a few ferocious-looking men stood lounging around some shacks. Their looks alone were enough to scare most people, and most preferred staying out of that neighbourhood. These thugs knew that and lived in moments like those. They relished them!

Occasionally, a few curious people passed there but realized too late that they had ventured into the unknown and cruel part of their suburbs. In short, that part of town was rarely visited by ’sane’ people.

It was basically the small gangs and drug dealers who dwelled there. The whole neighbourhood was in dire need of some thorough cleaning, but these thugs did not mind one bit; after all, they did not care much about hygiene and the ’BS’ that came with it.

The small houses around were also in need of some serious repairs. The roofs looked like they were caving in, and doors were missing, but in their place, tattered curtains provided some sort of privacy for the people inside.

Light smoke filled the area, giving it a slightly hazy atmosphere. One did not need to look around crazily to figure out the source of this: almost all the men and women lunging around there had some sort of smoking item on them: rolled papers, cigarettes, cigars and the like.

They laughed and chatted with each other like it was any other day, but this was just the outlook and the outside of the establishment or neighbourhood; however, one wanted to refer to it.

On the inside and in places far beyond the eyes of any other random person, one could see that the homes were less dilapidated. The streets were cleaner, but not to the full extent where it needed a round-the-clock hands-on. It was just slightly better than the outside.

Inside one of the rooms, Bullheaded and Level-headed sat studying the last text that they had received,

"What of the other task?"

"How should we reply to this?" Bullheaded asked in his still hoarse voice. It still hurt for him to talk.

Level-headed glared at him, making the bulky man shut his mouth and clamp his hand over his mouth. It had been a few weeks since their ’small’ confrontation with Rocky, but their physical state still reminded them of the ordeal that they had gone through that day.

It was a lesson that these two criminals had no intention of forgetting. This, therefore, made the request from their client difficult for them to push through. On one hand was the paying client and on the other hand was the terrifying son of their former boss.

The two had first made it a point to call Ava and alert her. They thought this would be sufficient, but they did not know that their client would be that insistent. This placed them in a difficult situation.

Level-headed raised his hand in the stopping gesture, indicating that he needed some quiet time to think. If Bullheaded had understood that, it could only be regarded as a wonder.

"The client? She seems impatient. Is it okay that we are not responding yet? Is-"

Level-headed glared at his partner, who shut his mouth immediately, but only for a short while.

The latter shook his head. Bull-headed’s voice was not improving because, like his name, the guy was a true Bull-headed. He had been given strict instructions to rest his voice, but that advice seemed not to resonate with him at all.

Level-headed had long ceased to bother with his partner on this. After all, he was not the one at risk of losing his voice... possibly forever. He was not a doctor and had never studied medicine.

That whole profession was too alien and sophisticated for his taste, so he did not know it and did not care. He had his own problems to deal with. At least he did not have an option in his case and was fully off his legs.

Finally, Level-headed picked up his crutches and hopped off and out of their room to the adjacent one. He could hear bull-headed rushing after him, but it was too inconvenient for him even to try to turn, so he paid no heed to his dumb partner. He straightened as much as his current situation allowed him, then knocked on a thin door.

"What did you do for your mistress to look for your demise so much? Tsk, tsk, tsk!"

The girl to whom this question was asked curled into a fetal position but did not answer the question. She was bruised everywhere, and she wished for the calmness and sanctity of death to claim her, but no, these people knew ways in which to keep her alive and conscious enough to experience everything they were subjecting her to. She was also disgusted with herself because she remembered her pleasurable moans to some of them.

’Pl-ease-’ she wanted to say, but she could not even manage that. Warm tears run down her cheeks. She had long past the point of feeling humiliated. She was naked as the day she was born, and she had been mistreated and violated in all ways she could think of.

She also had the same question in her mind,

’Was whatever I did so bad that Miss Brianna could make me suffer a fate worse than death? Just why!?’

Her mind screamed; however, she could never utter the worst.

As if the thugs enjoyed her torment, some of them had shown her and let her know that it was her mistress who had asked for whatever they had done to her. She had lost count of how many of them had been with her within the short time she had been there.

To make her time pleasurable, they had pumped her full of drugs, too.

"It’s okay if you do not want to talk." The man said after waiting for some time. She had a hunch that this man had never touched her, even though he had a bossy aura to himself.

’Had he?’ She was not even sure anymore. Everything was blurred together.

"Since you are already here. I can make your life more comfortable if you agree to my request."

The girl did not need the man to say what his request was. She could see from the look in his eyes exactly what he wanted. What the man did not know was that, for the girl, this was a lifeline for her. In the state that she was in, anything was better than being continually subjected to what she had been going through. The man looked to be their boss and had kept them from her that day.... For that, she was grateful.

The girl sat up, crossed her legs, and nodded. ’What do I have to lose?’ she thought.

The boss tapped her shoulders, and she unconsciously flinched. He pretended that he had not seen that.

"Good! You are quite a beautiful girl. What is your name?"

He studied her for some time and then added, "Forget about that. You need to understand that your decision makes you mine forever. Your new name will be ’Doll’."

He went down and then gripped her chin painfully, making fresh tears spew down her face.

"If you keep your end of the bargain, you will live like a princess by my side. You should understand this fact!"

Then, just as suddenly, he caressed her cheeks and smiled. A knock sounded on his door, and then he turned.

Doll lowered her head and nodded just as he removed his jacket and threw it on her, then called out,

The inside of this room was nothing like the outside. This was more like a livable home with all the furnishings in place.

Doll gripped the jacket around her tightly.

"There is a bathroom next door. Go freshen up and catch some sleep. You look like you need it!"

"Tha-ank y-ou." She croaked out and then struggled up, wincing from the pain. Her whole body felt like it had been battered to its last point.

Doll walked slowly out and into the said bathroom. She leaned against the nearest wall in there and gasped involuntarily.

’It’s beautiful! And decent!’

Maybe it was because she had no expectations going in there, but the decent bathroom made her smile. Yes, even in her battered and miserable state, she found it herself to smile. Her mouth curved painfully as she stood in front of the large mirror and studied her appearance.

Black eye on one side, very swollen eye on the other side. It was swollen shut, but she felt no pain. The drugs were still in her system, so she felt not much in terms of pain. Even her cheeks were swollen from the few slaps she had received. Her lips were cracked, and blood had dried at the corner of it.

Doll moved the jacket down and took in the red and blue bruises all over her chest, neck and everywhere else.

Letting the jacket drop, she looked down at herself and the ’damage’ done.

"It wasn’t all bad...." She thought to herself. It was her psychology that was messed up because, after the few times when they had recorded her, they had slipped her some drugs that had made her ’enjoy’ her time with them. This did not mean that she was okay inside her head. She was anything but okay.

"I had a great life ahead of me. I never wanted to do this at all.... But Miss-"

Doll stopped herself in disgust,

She spat and scrunched her face as Brianna surfaced in her mind. It was as if she had swallowed some bile.

"She does not deserve to be called Miss. There is nothing ’Miss’ about her!"

Her chest rose and fell as her anger rose.

"Brianna will pay!" She let out a croaked whisper as she stared at her reflection.

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