"You are...?" I carefully asked the woman who made the room look like paradise. It slled so fresh like a spring morning with blooming flowers. I could also sll the scent of clear chicken broth soup combined with sothing else I couldn’t tell, but it slled so rich and delicious.
"I am the new house maid. My na is Victoria, ma’am," she said, curtsying.
"Where is Ms. Rita?" I asked.
"She has resigned due to so personal issue," the maid said.
Ms. Rita resigned and she didn’t tell ?
Signing in disappointnt, I climbed down from the bed and sat down at the table where the scent of the delicious broth soup was coming from.
"Would you like so, ma’am?" Victoria asked. It was too early to pour so soup into my stomach, but I couldn’t say no. I really wanted to taste the soup and see if it was as delicious as it slled.
"Yes," I said. She gently pushed the tray closer to , then uncovered the dish.
"It will help you relax, ma’am."
As I was about to shove a spoonful into my mouth, a thought flashed through my mind. I didn’t know this woman. She ca suddenly and is serving soup. Why did Ms. Rita suddenly resign and the imdiate replacent of soone new?
"Would you like to eat first?" she asked, after noticing my suspicion.
"Yes," I said and pushed the tray to her. She ate two spoonfuls of the soup and smiled.
"Eat it all," I said. I didn’t know why I was being like that but this Victoria, there was sothing quite off about her.
She emptied the bowl and put it down.
"Would you like to bring so for you now?" she asked and I could hear the amusent in her tone.
I tried to look her in the eyes, but couldn’t. It was as if her sea green eyes could see right through and into my soul. The intensity in them made nervous.
She was beautiful but in a different way. Her long, wavy white hair reminded of mine. She looked young, but her eyes held so kind of wisdom beyond year.
"No," I said. "You can leave."
The maid left alone. And once the door closed behind her, I stood up and walked out of the room to Alexander’s bedroom. I haven’t forgotten what he promised last night.
He wasn’t in the room. Has he left for work already? Without wasting ti, I rushed to his study.
Getting there, I found him sitting at the desk. The room was dim as always, and as usual, he didn’t look up to acknowledge my presence. His whole attention was focused on the computer in front of him. He seed busy. I quietly shut the door behind and stood there, gathering the courage to speak.
"You said you would give proof today. I am here for it."
"Sit," he said flatly without looking up from the computer.
I swallowed and walked to the chair across from him. Sitting down, I noticed the laptop on the desk in front of , but I didn’t think much about it and waited for him to say or do sothing.
After so ti, Alexander opened one of the desk drawers and pulled out a small USB drive. He slid it across the table toward .
"Insert it," he ordered.
I picked it up. I could feel my fingers starting to tremble as I slid the drive into the laptop. My heart was racing wildly inside my chest. I wasn’t prepared enough for this.
Soon, the screen flickered on, and a video file popped up.
"Let know if you recognize anyone," he said calmly.
I nodded, my throat tightening as I turned my attention to the screen.
A video began to play.
The footage was grainy and the quality was poor. But I could imdiately tell it was the building he had taken to a day ago, the sa corner to be precise.
I held my breath as the scene began to unfold.
A little boy who seed to be thirteen suddenly appeared on the screen. He was tied to a chair with a long chain. Tears flowed down his eyes as he scread and trashed himself against the chair.
Opposite him was a woman laying on the floor, about six n surrounded her, stripping her naked. The woman struggled, fighting to free herself, but she was no match for them. And soon she was laying naked.
"No... please stop... Don’t hurt her please!!!" The little boy scread, his voice filled with fear and pain. The n only laughed.
"Any more words from you, you will join her, you little piece of trash," one of the n warned as he unfastened his belt. His hair was golden and he had a satisfactory smug on his face as he watched the weak woman in front of him. He licked his lips and positioned himself in between her legs. The woman tried to push him away a few tis, but her hands were grabbed and pinned down by another man.
"No... no... I will give you anything you want, please don’t do this... let us go... don’t hurt my son," she cried. And again the n only laughed.
"This is the only thing you can give us. Now, shut your mouth and let’s do our business," the golden-haired said in annoyance and brutally thrusted into the woman. She scread and cried. But that was just the beginning.
The six n took turn to raped her. Blood trickled down her thighs as they brutally went in and out of her. Soon, she couldn’t keep up anymore. Her body had beco drained and her limbs felt numb and lifeless. But she couldn’t stop looking at the little boy who was still tied to the chair.
He was also crying, fighting to reach her. Sorrow and pain filled her bawling eyes. She stretched her hand as if to reach him, but she had no energy left.
Her eyes began to close on their own and slowly her hand dropped.
"She had lost consciousness. Let’s begin the surgery. Be quick," the golden-haired man told another man in their midst.
The man nodded and rushed to grab a first aid kit at the corner.
Then they began an operation on the woman. They tore open her chest down to her stomach, and carefully removed her kidneys, then placed it inside a bag of liquid solution to preserve them. They continued with her liver, then her heart.
"If anything, we need the heart alive. We are going to make more cash from it," one of the n with a long beard said.
After they were done, they packaged the organs and cleaned up the blood from their body, put on new clothes, as if they didn’t just do sothing so monstrous and started to leave.
They all left except for the man with a long beard. He stood in front of the little boy and patted his head.
"We did the right thing, boy. Your mother wasn’t innocent," he said and grabbed the padlock on the chain. Unlocking the key, he whispered. "I hope you don’t rember today. Good bye."
He also left, now the boy was alone. For a mont, he couldn’t move. He just sat there, his body trembling, more cries tearing from his throat.
Shortly, the boy took off the chain and ran to the woman on the floor. "Mom... please, wake up. They are gone... we should leave..." He shook the woman, his body soaked in blood, but she never opened her eyes.
Two days passed. The boy never left her side. He lay beside her, wrapping his hands around her decaying body. But the sll didn’t bother him. He couldn’t even cry anymore. His small body was growing weaker and weaker as ti passed. His skin was turning pale and lips purple. He was almost lifeless.
But then, a group of n suddenly entered the room. They were all dressed in suits and looked very wealthy.
One of them, who seed to be the boss, barked an order. Two other n moved toward the woman’s body and began to lift her.
The boy jumped up, panic flashing across his face. He scread, trying to stop them, but his frail body was no match for theirs.
However, as he turned to look at the boss, hope appeared in his dead blue eyes.
"Papa..." he moved to hug the man, but he pushed him away.
"Don’t call that. I am not your papa. Your mother is dead now and I have no use of you anymore."
The hope in the boys eyes disappeared as he stared at the man in confusion.
The man only casted a disgusting look at him and turned away. The boy tried to run after him, but he was shoved away by one of the guards, and just like that, the boy was alone again. Hungry, scared and betrayed. He curled up in the corner with nothing left in his world. Just silence. An everlasting silence.
"Why are you crying?" The voice suddenly broke my haze, and I realized the video had ended. But wait... crying? Why was I crying?
I quickly wiped my tears with the back of my hand and shook my head.
"Nothing," I whispered. But deep down, it wasn’t just ’nothing’.
My heart was shattered into pieces. I didn’t know why I felt like that, I just couldn’t help myself.
I couldn’t imagine how he could have lived and grew up like that, all alone, unloved, scared and confused. How much pain and trauma he most have endured after witnessing his mother brutally raped and killed in front of his eyes. My chest felt so heavy that I couldn’t breathe without feeling pain. He was just a little boy, how could they do that to him?
Alexander didn’t seem to believe , but he didn’t press further. Instead, he leaned back against the chair and stared directly into my eyes.
"Did you recognize anyone?" He asked.
I shook my head at first. The video was too blurry to recognize any faces. But sothing clicked in my head.
The golden-haired man. I was sure I have seen such hair color before, but I couldn’t rember where and when.
"The blonde one," I said. "But I can’t rember where I have seen him."
Alexander’s expression darkened. "Sebastian," he said bluntly. "One of your father’s errand thugs."
Sebastian? The na rang in my head and suddenly, the mories ca rushing back. I rembered where I have seen him. It was back when I was twelve. The man ca to our house, but not to see my father. He ca to see my stepmother, Irene.
My jaw fell open, and a gasp escaped my lips. It was true.
Alexander wasn’t lying. My family was indeed involved in the murdered of his mother.
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