Drug Lord's Kitten

Rough talk

Rough talk

Hanna 

Rocking back and forth, I waited for the time to pass by, the sun came up from the window and I still couldn't fall asleep. I felt guilty of what I did to that poor woman, she must have been another girl like me who was kidnapped. Who knew? I shouldn't have pushed her.

On the other hand, I was terrified of what that man was going to do to me. He almost tried to kill and rape me. I needed to go home soon, I couldn't stay here for another day. Whatever happened between him and my Dad, stays between them. I didn't want to be involved or be in pain anymore. I rubbed my eyes and kept myself awake. My stomach once again started growling out of hunger. I wanted to eat again but who was going to get me food now? I literally pushed that woman to a metal bathtub.

My eyes were dropping down, and I was about to fall asleep when the door was opened. Immediately, I turned around to looked at the woman, in perfect condition now and the man named Angelo coming inside the room and then into my cell.

I stayed seated because now my both legs were chained, they'd hurt if I moved too much, over that I was feeling to sleepy and I didn't want to see either of them. The woman stood in front of me and the man kneeled on his knees with the same stern look smeared on his face.

"Apologize and kiss her feet," Angelo said. My eyes scurried away from the man and I furrowed my eyebrows together in uncertainty. I wasn't going to do that. I looked up at the woman and she shook her head.

"Master, it's not neede—" Before the woman could complete, the man raised his hand and stopped her.

"Don't say anything, Bertha. Let her apologize," The man replied with strictness in his tone. He turned his attention back to me and motioned me to do whatever he just ordered.

"I don't have the whole f*****g day, Hanna," he yelled. I jumped back out of fear from the sudden change in the pattern of his voice. One moment, he was speaking with this woman so sweetly and in front of me, he was all dominating and cruel.

I sniffed and sobbed before going down to her feet. She was wearing black boots and the only thing I could do was kiss that. I closed my eyes tightly and fisted my palms together. Was this really happening? I kissed her feet.

"I'm sorry," I got back up and said. "Please forgive me," I added with my eyes still close because I didn't want anyone to see the pain I was going through especially the cruel man in front of me.

"Okay, that's all, you can go now, Bertha. Go take some rest," The man sweetly said to the woman. She nodded her head and left us alone. I watched her leave, and hoped that she would stay because I didn't want to be alone with this man.

I was shaken and terrified.

Once the woman was gone, his eyes turned back to me, they weren't showing any remorse and the way he suddenly changed his expression, surprised me. He aggressively grabbed the bottom of my face and made me look up at him.

"Don't pull that stunt ever again or they'll be worse consequences," he stated, in a very strict tone. I nodded my head and he got up.

I looked down at the cold blank wall and thought about what he said. I just wanted to go home. "I want to go home," I let out a cry after that. I missed my home, I missed my parents and I missed everything back there. I knew so many days have passed by and my parents would now probably think I'm dead.

The man stopped, folded his hands across the chest and leaned his back onto the wall. "I told you stop dreaming, you aren't going anywhere!" He straightly replied.

"But what did I do? Why are you doing this to me?" I questioned. I continued to puff out broken sobs and sniffs. My heart was aching for freedom yet the man in front of me showed no mercy. He was cruel but over that dangerously evil too like he had a heart of flames. Couldn't he see how much pain I was in? I was just a normal 18 year old girl with nothing in my hands. What could I even possibly give him? Nothing.

The man sighed, shook his head and looked at me in pitiful way. "Oh, it's not about what you did, it's about what your Dad did. Well, I didn't know that an evil old man like him had such a beautiful daughter. It would be fun to break you apart," he said before leaning down a bit over me and whispered all those things in my ears.

I trembled when he said all that. The way those words splurged out of his mouth bought fear into my beating heart of the nearby future. Break me? Was he going to sell me? Human trafficking? s*x slave? Prostitution? I shook my head on all those horrible thoughts. This wasn't going to happen to me.

"Please, let me know, I'll do anything, just let me go." I pouted. "I won't tell anyone about anything, I promise."

"Keep begging, I love it." He stated, he stopped right in front of my face and then smiled.

I gritted my teeth together and sighed angrily. I had enough of this man who was making a joke out of me. I was angry now. With every second passed by, the storm inside my grew and he kept on smiling wickedly. I wanted to rip apart his face and run away.

Just as I was about to raise my hand, he grabbed my throat, and pushed me to the ground like he knew what I was going to do exactly. He came over me and grabbed both of my hands before I could even do anything. I was strangled underneath him, my lungs were gasping for air, his grip was choking me to death.

I looked up at the ceiling and wondered whether this all was going to end now. Tears streamed down from the corner of my eyes as I tried to inhale whatever I could. My body was shaking and I tried to free myself from his harsh grasp. I could barely say anything or even scream.

My vision blurred and doubled as he claws dug inside the gentle flesh of my neck, creating more bruises. Suddenly, he let go of my neck and I breathed heavily. I took in every inch of air that was around me. Droplet of sweat dripped down from my forehead as I continued to catch my breath.

The man still had his restrain on my both hands. He pushed them up to my chest and he got over my body. His rough finger traced down my forehead and onto my jaw.

"Don't act smart or you'll see the worse of me," He whispered in my ear.

I closed my eyes, wanting to say or see nothing. This man has already hurt me way too much. I didn't want to do anything with him. I felt his weight lift of me and then his hand released mines.

I waited for him to leave and he did. I gathered myself in the corner of the room and cried while rubbing my bruised neck.

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The next day, the woman named Bertha came inside and gave me food. She didn't say a single word to me and she was about to leave when I stopped her.

"Yes?" The woman asked me.

"I'm sorry," I repeated the same thing as yesterday. She came back to me, and sat beside me.

"It's okay, don't cry." She placed her hand on my rotten hair and comforted me. I was hungry but I didn't feel like eating. My throat was aching and I just wanted to sleep or maybe die.

"Can't you let me go?" I asked with broken sobs. I kept my volume as low as possible so no one else apart from her could hear me.

"I'm afraid, I can't do that." She sighed as continued to pat my back because I kept on crying.

"Did they kidnap you too?" I asked. If I needed to leave this place, I needed to know what was happening here and why were they keeping me. I needed to learn the art of manipulation, after all, that was the only way out of this rotten cell.

"No, I have been working here since the past twenty years." She stated and my mouth hung open. So she wasn't kidnapped? She was willingly working here and watching people get kidnapped.

"But - you - you work for people like these?" I asked with a shocking look on my face. I'd die but never work for them.

"Oh, honey, these are good people. You don't know how much master has taken care of me and my family. I'm just repaying back for what they had done to me." She smiled and explained.

The master wasn't good from what I know. He was the meanest and the most violent person I have ever come across in my entire life.

"No!" I exclaimed, furrowing my eyebrows together, I continued. "He's not nice. He was beating me, he slapped me, he was killing me and that's not nice!" I added.

"Calm down, he doesn't harms anyone until he/she has harmed him in anyway." The woman replied.

"I didn't even do anything to him, I don't know why am I even here!" I cried.

"Yes, I'm surprised too. Master has never gotten a girl in this place, and he never had a problem with any women in his entire life. I don't know why he's keeping you here, and that too for this long." She shrugged before looking down sadly.

"What do you mean by this long?" I asked.

"Most of the men who stay here are only tortured for a day and then they are killed," she said. My eyes widened in shock with what she just said. I moved my hand away from the woman's lap and scurried away with fear.

He was a murderer. They all are murderers!

They were going to kill me, I didn't want to die and I didn't want to be tortured.

"Calm down, it's nothing serious." She whispered as she came to me but I kept moving back until I didn't touch the wall.

"Don't touch me! Go away," I said in a shaking tone. They were going to kill me.

The woman left and I stayed in the corner looking at the blood in front of my cell and thought about all the ways they would kill me. My tears were endless and I kept on shaking out of fear. My heart jumped when the door was opened. I peeked through the corner to see two men walking inside.

Were they going to kill me now?