Chapter 334: Chapter 334

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... and Brianna did. It’s unfortunate that when she understood those words, it was a little too late to do anything about it.

Brianna gulped and shrunk back again, but there wasn’t much room to manoeuvre in such a small room.

"I can see that you really had a good time last night. That’s good. Now-"

"Who are you!" Brianna snapped this time. Her mind was a mess, and Brianna was trying as hard as she could not let them see; she was trembling. It was funny how Brianna thought that she had any semblance of a control to snap at someone who had a hold over her.

As the time wore on, her inner thoughts on Ian became clearer. She remembered what had ensued the night before, but it was all like a dream from far away. What she had experienced was not humanly possible, and Brianna could only conclude that she had dreamt of it. But then, why would she dream about something as terrible as being thrown off a cliff? By Ian? That was absurd!

Even as she thought of this, her mind struggled to cope with the reality because of the deeply ingrained fear from the day before. Ian’s cold gaze vs his assistant’s even more terrifying ones. Brianna had never been that stimulated in her entire life!

"Hahahahaa!" The weirdly dressed lady laughed just as someone walked in,

"Doll, the boss would like to see you. He said to leave such tasks to us..."

Doll turned to the person who had arrived and fleeted her eye on him. The man quickly averted his gaze, and Doll smiled. She had taken ample time with her appearance on this day because she had to look her absolute best in front of her former mistress. Doll needed to do that to show Brianna that she was the one with the upper hand at that moment.

She stood straighter before them as if she were before a mirror, transformed into a provocative vision—a living, breathing, wanton doll.

Her corset cinched her waist tightly, accentuating every curve, while lace and satin clung to her body like a second skin. Her dress, frilled and short, barely reached mid-thigh, revealing fishnet stockings that shimmered under the light from the window in from of which she stood.

The doll-like appearance was heightened by exaggerated and beautifully done makeup: her lips painted a bold, glossy red, her cheeks flushed with an artificial pink blush, and her wide eyes framed with thick, dramatic lashes that fluttered like those of a Barbie doll.

Her hair was styled in perfect, glossy ringlets, falling around her shoulders with an almost plastic sheen. A large bow sat atop her head, completing the look of an over-the-top, playful seduction.

But there was something in her posture, the tilt of her head, and the pout of her lips—an intentional, exaggerated femininity meant to tease and provoke. She looked like a doll, but the message was unmistakably adult, her presence radiating a sultry confidence that turned the innocent image into something irresistibly wanton.

The name made Brianna focus more on the woman in front of her. The woman they had called Doll was irresistibly sexy to the point that Brianna felt uncomfortable, But Brianna was sure that she had never met this person.

Brianna’s gaze lingered on the girl across the room. There was no doubt that she effortlessly drew everyone’s admiration and some sort of reverence with her radiant smile and magnetic presence. It was strange for Brianna, who had always carried herself with confidence, to suddenly feel so small.

Brianna clutched the sheets tighter around her, wondering where her clothes were. Brianna’s usual self-assurance wavered, replaced by a gnawing sensation she could barely recognize—jealousy.

The girl seemed perfect in every way that Brianna wasn’t in that moment, and it stung more than she cared to admit. Brianna was used to being fawned on but this time, she was like the insignificant person in the room.

That made her remember Shelby. The one person that Brianna hated to core as well.

Brianna felt overshadowed for the first time in her life, like an afterthought in a world that revolved around someone else. Well, technically, not for the first time because Brianna could never hold her head up high when Shelby was around.

It was one of the very reasons that Brianna disliked Shelby. In Brianna’s mind, a ’poor’ girl like Shelby should not have had a place in the world and by her side. But then, another person shone more than she, Brianna Mush did?

Every small gesture, every admiring glance in the girl’s direction, twisted something inside Brianna.

In all of this, Brianna never noticed that the people around held a respectable distance from Doll, and they were also somewhat fearful.

However, wasn’t it like Brianna only seeing what she wanted to see?

For once in her life, Brianna kinna hated how envious she had become, and yet she couldn’t look away. She compared herself in silent frustration, wishing she didn’t feel so...insignificant.

Doll turned to her. Every movement was precise to the point that it looked practiced but not over the top.

"I thought by calling you Mistress, you might recognize me. But I forgot that makeup could do wonders for people. It’s my fault that I can be so beautiful in this persona."

Then Doll turned to the messenger,

"Tell the Boss that I appreciate his kindness and will be with him soon, but this one here has to be handled by me. She is my sole reason for existence. Wait, that doesn’t sound right when my Baby Boss

Doll added, pouting her lip and lightly tapping her fingers on it.

"Tell Boss that, this is what we had talked about. I need to handle my Mistress myself. It wouldn’t be nice of me otherwise. I’ll be with him soon." Doll’s voice was low and sultry, making the men around hitch their breath, but she belonged only to the Boss, and no one else could touch her.

The man quickly left to convey the info, and Doll turned back to Brianna.

"You were saying.... Ah Yes! Silly me!"

She tapped her forehead. Doll had keen eyes, and she noticed every single action and inaction of Brianna. She was surprised that Brianna would ever show any emotion apart from confidence to anyone. However, knowing that Brianna had offended someone who shouldn’t, Doll was ecstatic. She never knew that a day would ever come when the Almighty Brianna would be at her mercy.

Doll had also spent enough time in that hood to understand that Brianna was almost coming to terms with her reality.

"Miss Brianna, would you like your favourite fuzzy drink in a cold glass?"

Brianna looked long and hard at the Doll person, puzzled.

"Mistress, have you forgotten how you...." Doll stopped short.

"Never mind! Where is her phone?"

A phone was handed to Doll, and she unlocked it with ease.

"Hmmm.... I didn’t know that it was that important to you to keep me as your background wallpaper.... But Miss Brianna, this picture doesn’t do me justice, does it?"

That finally got Brianna’s full attention.

"Hahahahaa! SHE FINALLY REMEMBERS!"

Doll clapped and laughed but behind that laughter was a sadness, deeply ingrained. Her mutilated self in the picture brought so many memories that she did not like, but that was a part of who she was then. Doll never wanted this life for herself, but she had been pushed into a survival mode, and she had leant to accept her fate.

"I always wanted to ask you this, Miss. What did I do so wrong that you would push me to these depths?"

Brianna’s shock was so great that she did not know what to say.

"Never mind, I, Doll, have vowed in my life that to each favour or action I receive, I reciprocated the exact same way-"

"Did you do this to me?! You allowed them to humiliate me? YOU!"

"Miss, I never did such. You never allowed me pleasure when you instructed these thugs to teach me a lesson, and what you did last night was your own doing. Mine is yet to start.... "

Brianna took a hesitant step back as her confidence and bravado dwindled.

"Don’t worry, I am not like you and will never seek your death, but I promise you. You will wish to die but we will never let you. You should use this time to think long and hard before you try to touch anyone in this life. I hope you learn from this lesson ...if you come out of it.... Heheheheh...."

Doll snapped her fingers, and two scantily dressed girls walked up to Brianna and roughly pulled the bedsheet off her body, leaving her cowering and naked!

"Should we inject her, Doll?"

"Why would you? She needs to feel and understand that what goes around, comes around!"

The girls trembled. They had heard of what had happened to Doll when she had been brought there. But they had never seen this cruel side of her.

Two strong men followed and forcibly tied Brianna to the bed amidst her screams, curses and tears. Her hands, to the head of the post and her legs spread open at the foot of the bed.

Doll was used to this and did not bat an eyelid.

"Bring them in. Tell them that anyone who wants to have a taste of a rich girl can do so. They have the whole day to enjoy themselves.... Ah... show them the clip with her performance from last night to whet their appetite."

Brianna’s eyes widened as she struggled against the restraints.

Doll couldn’t care less, but she did not stay to watch. She made them destroy Brianna’s phone and then left the room amidst Brianna’s terrifying screams. She knew how powerful the Mush family was and the phone would be a way to trace back to them. However, even the brief turning on of the phone was planned.

Doll shuddered, making a mental note to herself never to offend the person that Brianna had. If Rich Miss Brianna had been brought down to this point, what would she, a nobody, have been? However, Doll relished in the fact that she was not even in the position to harm the person.

The play orchestrated was too great, and Doll knew that by the time Abram and Abi Mush noticed it, it would be too late however, that brought her joy! For people who thought money could do everything, this was the best way to pay them back: Make them understand that even such money could not save them!

Brianna screamed until she could no more as thug after thug entered her room. At a point, they did inject her with some drugs, but these people ran a prostitution ring, and whatever was happening was considered normal to them.

Doll kept telling herself that Brianna would not have cared if their positions were reversed as she finally got into a car and went to her Boss... her saviour! She was calm and collected. Moral compass? Doll lost hers the night she had been forced to the brink of death! Revenge was indeed a dish best served cold!

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