Chapter 5 Why me, Why now

Josephine POV.

My life in this prison cell I call a house is a never-ending nightmare. A constant reminder of the shackles of Iron that binds me to a man I despised.

Since after the marriage, I have received slaps for nothing.

It's as though Thwane Clark derives joy from hurting women.

He rarely touches me, the last time he did, he didn't last for two minutes.

I mean how can he, when all he does is to eat junk that only harms his sexual well-being?

The cold breeze flickers the long blue velvet curtains, sending a cold freezing sensation down my spine.

I could remember the good old times I and Max used to enjoy together, and in those moments the world seemed to fade away, leaving just the two of us, lost in each other's gaze and the enchanting melodies of our hearts intertwined.

Thwane Clark is the opposite, all he demands is sex which he isn't good at, something I can't help but wonder if he has sexual infertility issues. Knock! Knock!

"Ma'am! Boss asks you to prepare him his noodles immediately." The voice shuddered me out of my trance.

I recognize the voice to be that of Mark Tammy, the personal driver of Thwane Clark.

"Tell him I will be there in a minute."

Stepping outside I shuddered at what I saw, this was the main reason I kept to myself in this mansion.

Two young girls who should be around 17 and 18 years old smooching around together on the couch with Thwane Clark staring at them, a long cigar in his mouth.

Sometimes I wonder what joy he derives from hurting young innocent girls.

He is literally turning this mansion into a brothel, only he is the male client allowed to use their services.

Now in the kitchen, turning on the gas I quickly prepared him his Lasagna.

I wished I hadn't gotten married to this shameless misogynistic.

I sat down on the floor, tears welling down my eyes.

Something is really funny here, as I remembered the incident at the cathedral bathroom.

Who was my dad talking to?

Did Metaplex truly crash?

All this and many more were the thoughts that ran through my mind as though a raging storm hitting me from all sides of life.

Sometimes I wished I had just died for some reason.

The noise from the large courtyard made me shudder as I stood up and gazed out the window.

To my surprise I saw the van of DEA pulled up in front of the mansion, at first I was kind of happy... I thought Justice had finally caught up with Mr. Thwane Clark.

I thought the government had finally come to their right senses to give justice a chance for once.

Mr Thwane Clark isn't just a misogynist, he is also a well-known drug Lord, he has been escaping the law forever, but today Justice is served.

This is actually the moment I break loose from this evil being.

The next thing that followed shocked me.

"Here is your package." The driver of the van said, as he walked towards Mr. Thwane Clark, and shook hands with him.

I immediately pulled up the DEA website and I matched the picture of the fool I was seeing to be the head of the drug enforcement administration.

Just when I thought I had seen it all, two of Mr Thwane Clark's henchmen opened the back door of the van to reveal...Oh my God...

31 young teenage girls, with blonde hair, about the ages of 17 and 18 years, just like the ones putting up a lesbian show for Thwane earlier.

They looked badly hurt, their skins were pale, and they looked as though they had been inside that van for days on a long journey.

The henchman matched the young girls into the building.

I couldn't hear through the heavily reinforced glass, so I did a video of all that happened, up to the point where Mr Thwane Clark handed over a briefcase to the officer and he made his way out of the mansion.

For some weird reason he left the DEA vehicle in the compound and entered an SUV, having changed his clothes he rode off immediately.

I just couldn't believe my eyes, this is the reason this evil man has been escaping the authority.... He is the Authority.

I strongly believe he is the one who crashed my dad's company just so he can add me to his collection.

I have to get to the bottom of this.

I have to prove Mr Thwane Clark crashed MetapleX and I will do it.

Just then the timer rang.

The Lasagna was done.

I poured all of it into his special golden plate and made my way to his room carrying the tray in my hand.

"No, it's okay! No one suspects a thing."

"I understand! Next, I will kill his daughter and him." His voice is laced with pure venom as he laughs manically.

My feet struck at the door at what I just heard him say. Trepidation gripped me as though I was a lone traveller standing at the edge of a vast and foreboding forest.

Entering inside I kept the food on his table, my heart throbbing fast, I avoided any form of eye contact.

Stepping out immediately I texted someone I had blacklisted his number for months now.

"Help me!!!"

From Josephine.

I ran straight to my room, I needed to get the hell out of this house.