Game of Passion

Chapter 17: Dangerous

Freira coughed as soon as she stepped out, feeling like she is going to burst with anger and hate. The nerve of them to think that they can control everyone they like. They are not gods to do such a thing. One day, someone would take them to their places to make them realize these things they have been doing are far from being acceptable.

She looked at the street, not yet far from the pub, waiting for a hackney but there is none. Therefore, she had no choice but to walk. There are a few people still roaming while the stores are already closed and the street lamps were lit up yet still not enough to brighten up the road.

She wrapped herself tighter with the coat and while doing so, she felt a presence behind her. She immediately looked and saw a shadow move to hide in a corner. She swallowed hard, realizing that she is being followed.

Is this the Aces doing?

They will not put her off because she has insulted them?

However, she's been working in the pub for more than a month she does feel like someone is following her. She just ignored it since she might have only been paranoid because of exhaustion. Nonetheless, she got into this place of her own accord. She was warned over and over again and yet she still stayed. She has to live up to her decisions. Because of that, she has been carrying Flynn’s gun in her purse and hopefully, she will not use it to scare people off.

It was extremely cold.

She rubbed her arms to add more heat as she continues to walk her way to her lodgings. She still has a few corners to turn and unfortunately, the lampposts on this corner are getting farther away from each other. She coughed once again, this time, harder so she had to stop walking to take her handkerchief out of her purse.

—Then she heard it.

The footsteps.

There are two pairs.

And they are fast, coming her way.

She continued walking, now brisk but the ones following her did the same. There was no doubt now that they were after her. She turned to one corner and this time she started to run but they managed to reach her, grabbing her in both arms and pulling her to a darker alley.

"Easy now,” one of them whispered, inhaling her scent sharply.

Despite the dimness, she knew they were not the Aces. They smell foul and their bodies were too petite against her. She struggled away from their hold, kicking and slapping, everything she could do just to get away from them.

"You shouldn't be alone in this kind of place."

She cannot help but inhale his breath since he is too close and cringed with the smell. "Let me go!" she hissed.

"Oh, come on now." He smiled widely. "Don't ruin the fun. You're a w.hore, aren't you?"

They look familiar but she doesn’t know where she has seen them. They might be one of the customers in the pub who has been making a move on her but there are too many who had been doing it that she doesn't remember their faces anymore. Besides, she was too tired now that she cannot wrack her brains out for information.

"Let me go!"

He turned her and pushed her against the wall. The pungent smell entered her nostrils when she stepped on a pile of trash and their smell oozed out—it reeks more than the breath of the man holding her. The other man cheered him when he has caged her completely and she can feel his arousal pressing on her back.

She refuses to accept that this is happening to her. She refuses to acknowledge the fact that the people who have been warning her about this place are right. This is a dangerous place for girls like her who cannot defend themselves. She was a walking temptation for men with wicked intentions. She has been walking on the street, all alone, every day. And its effect is coming right at her.

She struggled more on the man's hold, only for her head to be banged on the wall with such force that she blacked out for a minute. She was only pulled back to reality when she felt him lick her face, his disgusting mouth on her skin. Her breathing hitched and not long after she wailed which eventually turned to a scream. But the man covered her mouth and pressed her more against the wall.

"Don't f.ucking scream because if you do, we will be forced to take you together."

She sobbed when he started to raise her skirt. She stared at the other man who was watching attentively with a knife in hand, aiming at her in case she does one wrong move.

"Hurry up, mate."

"I will," the man from behind her said. His hands traveled from her closed thighs upwards and she closed her eyes with contempt. With his one hand on her mouth, the other one he used for opening his trousers. "Come on now. It wouldn't be so bad."

Eventually, she felt him grazing her thighs while the other man moved closer to watch, his eyes moving back and forth between his friend and her. She eyed him helplessly, filled with tears, trying to convince him to help her.

"Please...help me."

But he ignored her. They were merciless—completely driven by the call of the flesh.

She has no choice but to reach for her purse—fishing out for the gun she has been keeping. She was biting her lips, tasting blood and when she found it, she moved her free hand to the man behind her and without hesitation, she pulled the trigger.

Red liquid splattered all over her.

And she was shocked because of it.

It was meant only to scare.

Why did it have ammunition?

But Doctor Harrington said it was not loaded.

The man behind her immediately fell with his fly still open and his member jutting out. She was shaking when she turned and instinctively, aimed at the other man, frozen in his place as he looks at his friend with a hole on his head.

"I told you to let me go!" she said and she cannot help but shot him in his right leg as well.

He knelt, groaning. He looked up at her with his eyes now faded with lust and replaced with cold fear—something she has been showing to him a while ago. Now things have changed and she gains the upper hand. And even if she wants to, she does not feel any mercy towards him. Not when she can still feel the hands of his friend on her skin. Not when she can feel blood trickling on her forehead because of the impact when his friend smacked her on the wall. He was there but he did not do anything. He is as guilty as the dead man on the ground.

"I told you to help—" She inhaled sharply. “You didn’t listen.”

The man shook his head. "I won't tell anyone. Please, spare me."

She looked at him with disgust. "You brought this upon yourself."

Again, she pulled the trigger without feeling any remorse.

The noise echoed in the dark alley.

Two men lying on the ground with blood coming out from their fresh wounds.

She stared at them both, still cannot believe what has happened so suddenly. Her eyes drifted to the gun she is holding and she dropped it when everything dawned on her.

She just killed not one but two people tonight and they are right on her feet, lying with their blood covering their lifeless bodies.

Her mouth parted but no sound came out. She moved away but she can feel her knees weakening, therefore, she dropped on the garbage she has been stepping on a while ago. She feels sick and she cannot help the vomit when it came. Her sight was getting blurry from all the tears. She does not know what to do anymore.

Why did Doctor Harrington lie about the gun? She does not understand why he has to do that.

Her eyes snapped on the street when she heard footsteps and men singing. She pushed herself more on the wall, looking at the street with caution. She was holding her breath as she waited for them to pass and when they did, she immediately stood up and ran away from the scene of the crime she has committed.

When she reached her lodgings, she hurriedly went to the lavatory and turned on the shower, going under it without taking her clothes off. She can feel her heart tightening, her skin prickling from the cold.

She was not a bad person.

The situation just made her do it and it was not like she knew the gun was loaded.

But despite those reasons, she still killed two people.

What will she do if someone saw her?

She'll go to jail, be hanged. She lived her life struggling just to end her neck being snapped on a scaffold. She still hasn't even remembered her past yet and she felt like her end is already nearing.

She folded her knees and hugged her legs tight, the guilt and pain mixing on her. The exhaustion was too much that she felt herself drifting to sleep, slowly her eyes closed but her mind was still alive and it had unexpectedly recalled a memory.

"Never be afraid to pull the trigger, Freira." His green eyes darted at her, keeping her pin on where she stood. "When a situation arises, never contemplate it. If killing is necessary so you could stay alive then so be it."