(Arata)
The numbness wove its way into my soul. Not only ntally, but physically and emotionally too.
My hair—he destroyed my hair for so revenge plan he had against my family.
From how long the strands were and the feeling of scissors, I knew he had cut them really short, like cropped them.
Years, I had spent years growing them.
But what bothered most was, Baba seeing those hair.
It would break him....
I wanted to cry, but I couldn’t; I stored away all my emotions for now.
My stomach had twisted into knots—and all I cared about was that newly forming life in my belly.
’Please! Be safe,’ I kept mumbling to myself.
Ranold hadn’t ntioned anything related to my pregnancy, and I was hoping that at least he wasn’t aware of it.
The concept of ti was lost on , as there was no window in the room.
Even sleep had evaded . The thought of them doing sothing more heinous wouldn’t even let doze.
Ranold and his mother had left after butchering my hair. The scattered remains of them still remained strewn on the floor, and tears finally spilt out of my eyes seeing them.
Horrible thoughts erupted in my brain as I rode on waves of panic.
Everyone in my family must have co to know of my kidnapping, and thanks to my stupidity, they would be going against the wrong man.
Once the contents of that USB were going to be revealed, I know my family won’t even hesitate to hand it over to the police, and an innocent man will be apprehended, while the real culprit will remain on the loose.
Will they even find before Ranold and his hateful mother end up killing ?
I had to find a way out of here. Twisting my arms, I tried to see if they would budge, but knots were so tight that my wrists had swollen underneath.
The chair was tallic, so even if I tilted it backwards and fell, it wouldn’t break, and I would only end up hurting my head.
While I was still lost in thoughts of what I needed to do...the door opened again, and my eyes drifted to watch who had entered, bringing a new hell with them.
This ti, it was another woman accompanying Ranold.
This one I knew...
Urisa, fucking Urisa.
Smoking a cigarette, clutched between her delicate fingers as if she were modelling to be a 70s heroine.
Why wasn’t I surprised?
She had openly threatened , and here we were.
Was she also working with Ranold?
"Great job, Ranold. I never thought I would see the day," she giggled—so fake, so obvious.
Her eyes drifted towards , and only hate and amusent stared back at .
"She is all yours. Take your revenge and your grandfather’s, too." Ranold grabbed her waist and placed a heated kiss on her temple.
Were they lovers now?
They fitted perfectly, two dented psychotic souls.
Who was her grandfather?
She moved with that sophisticated finesse which ca naturally to her.
Halting in front of , she blew out the smoke directly on my face.
I stopped breathing, not inhaling until the air would clear.
Toxic—smoke is extrely toxic for pregnant won.
A slow smile curled up on her brightly painted lips. Ranold stayed behind her, his hands clasping around her tiny waist as he watched with a shit eating grin from above her shoulder.
"Nice haircut, bitch," she snickered. "I told you not to ss with , you won’t like the consequences."
The burning stick in her hand lood near .
I stared back with abhorrence visible in my eyes.
"You couldn’t get Karsten, so you settled for his scraps," I scoffed, letting her know I wasn’t afraid of her.
My eyes drifted from her to Ranold so he could understand what I was talking about.
They had stolen my dignity, and I was sure they weren’t going to let walk out alive if I wasn’t found soon.
Teetering on the edge of insanity, there was no way I would let them consu any more than they already had.
The smile faded from her lips, and the burning part of the cigarette, she ramd on the back of my hand.
The blinding pain seared into my bones, and yet I refused to give her the satisfaction of crying aloud.
Her backhand landed on my face, again and again, until she was tired.
"Shut up, you think you are so clever. You don’t even deserve Karsten. He is mine."
The taste of iron filled my mouth as I spat out the crimson liquid.
"Both of us belong to Mafia backgrounds. Once he ascends his throne and you are gone from his life, for good. I will sit beside him. That position is mine and only mine."
I raised my head and stared at her with a bored expression.
"If he wanted you, Urisa. You would have already been his. He only loves himself, don’t be a fool."
Ranold’s smile broadened behind Urisa. She couldn’t see it, but I could. Still, he chose to remain silent, and I was reminded of what he had revealed earlier.
’Karsten is madly in love with you.’
Maybe he was right.
Maybe he was trying to play with my emotions.
But one thing was clear. He was using Urisa as a ans to an end and I guessed she was doing the sa.
She flicked the dead cigarette away and I didn’t need to glance at my hand to know she had left it permanently scarred. The excruciating pain was quite distracting.
"Fool and ? I guess it’s quite the opposite of how Ranold and I fooled you. Letting you believe Karsten was stalking you while it was him and ." She leaned into Ranold’s touch and he placed his lips on the slant of her neck, caressing her there.
"We planned it together to get rid of you. Only a few more days, and the world will be purged of your sorry existence."
Her words should have frightened but sohow I felt only peace. I had no clue where all that courage ca from but they had stripped of my pride and nothing I said was going to matter.
Ranold’s hands were freely roaming her body and she was grinding her hips against him, as if they were about to shoot a porn video.
"Please! I don’t want my last sight to be the two of you tangling. Get a room."
Ranold snickered at my words while Urisa lunged but he grabbed her back.
"Babe! She is right. Let see your feline attributes in bed," he whispered. "Co, we will return later to sew her bratty mouth shut. I have a few good suggestions, I want to run by you."
Giving one last death stare, she turned and walked away with Ranold.
All that courage evaporated as soon as the door closed and my shoulders dropped. Closing my eyes, I let a few tears drop and for the pain to take over.
’Baba! Find , please!’ I sent a prayer and heaved out.
My eyes stared at my belly, hoping they wouldn’t atleast punch .
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