Chapter 7 Aryan

Aryan

Run," she screamed after a gunshot was heard.

Her grey eyes with blue rings looking deep into me with fear, not with fear of me but fear of death. She will soon fear me; it was a mistake she should have avoided, a mistake to cross my path.

From the look of her clothes, it was not difficult to know she was a call girl. In my mansion, a bloody call girl where it was forbidden for any woman to enter, how the fuck she dare to be here, in front of me?

Another thing I hate is women. They are blood-sucking two-faced leeches who are good at manipulating and pretending to be innocent, whereas their souls are as tainted as the devil.

She was a call girl, yet she pretended to be innocent; I should applaud her for her dramatics. She grabbed my arm and pulled me to run, again an act to show how good of a person she was. However, her touch sent a strange ripple through me, and this again infuriated me. How can I be letting her touch me when they are nothing but filth. I can't let another one manipulate me with her act.

She was about to run again when I grabbed her cold wrist, and she was thrashing like a dying fish. Good, because soon she would be, if not for entering my mansion, then biting my arm in defense.

"Who was it?" I had to know who the guards were on duty first, and hearing me, even she stopped struggling.

They all trembled when I asked calmly as they knew it was the silence before the storm.

"I will not repeat," I said. My patience was running out, first that Cachiros and now a filthy call girl.

When the culprits stepped out of the group trembling, the realization hit her, and her chin trembled in fear like I would buy that.

"You know I hate women. How did she enter my mansion?" I turned towards her and fisted her hair harshly, something I wanted to do when she laid her hands on me.

I tuck her hair with force and could hear her wince in pain; that sound felt so soothing to me. She was trying to loosen my grip, and again her touch sent the same ripple through me. I threw her on the ground before ordering, "Handle her. I don't want a drop of her blood in my mansion".

I knew if I stayed a little longer, I would end up killing her, and I don't want to taint my hand with her blood. I went to my room to take a shower. This mansion was home as well as an office for me. The staff includes guards and maids, who were allowed to roam in my absence. This was my castle, and these were my people, who were my responsibility.

After the shower, I planned to have a kicking-ass session with the guards for their mistake. I will not kill them although I was in a mood for; however, they were still my people, and I only want to set an example so that the same mistake will not be repeated again. With that thought, I marched towards the dungeon.

Adah

I was dragged mercilessly to the same dungeon from where I ran; I was frantically searching for John to save me. When I was wriggling violently, one of them picked me up and threw me over his shoulder.

"Put me down," I screamed, which earned me a round of laughter. I was feeling nauseated and giddy due to the fear of death and being upside down from the ground.

I felt like a lamb who was about to be slaughtered, and I was sure all these wild men will thoroughly enjoy each sec of it while I will only writhe in pain.

"Please let me go," I retorted to pleading. What else could I do in that situation?

He threw me roughly, and my knees hit the ground harshly, making me wince in pain. I was trying to get up when I saw their shadow approaching me and when I turned around, I saw them hovering over me. A new dread creeps in when I saw the hunger in their eyes and the way they were gazing over my body.

The same guy who carried me to the dungeon slapped me hard. I lost count after the fifth slap and was almost losing my consciousness when he finally stopped and fist my hair mercilessly. Death was no longer the thing of concern for me; my concern was to save myself from all the hunger wolves around me, and I was willing to embrace death happily.

"How did you enter this place?" he asked, jerking my head up.

"John," I replied with difficulty. With my neck strained towards the ceiling, I could manage to say John's name.

"Who, John?" he asked again, and I wanted to hold his leg, begging him to leave my hair. I cried in pain when he pulled my hair with more force making my scalp burn.

"Answer, now!" he yelled at me.

"I..." taking a hard gulp, I added, "he brought me here for a night." I closed my eyes in disgrace and instantly knew what they were planning for me. He let go of my hair, making me open my eyes in disbelief.

"Seems like you came at the right time; we all needed one. It would be fun to watch fucking every hole of yours," he said, sharing a glance with his fellow men.

"And then, your service will no longer be needed anymore," he gave a nasty smirk.

I started crawling back while pleading, "please, Sir, I will not tell anyone. Let me go". I don't know whether I was crying or not as my cheek was already numb, and I lost the sense to feel anything in dread.

"Please, I swear on Dad, I will not reveal anything," my back hit the crook between the walls, and I folded my hand, begging to let me go. I just wished they knew I never lie when I swear on my Dad.