A world which nanobots can repair the human body. Landed in the hands of the most cunning and devious underworld king. Many have died attempting to steal it, but only one has survived because the ruthless leader was smitten by her beauty.
The intent...
اوووه! هذه الصورة لا تتبع إرشادات المحتوى الخاصة بنا. لمتابعة النشر، يرجى إزالتها أو تحميل صورة أخرى.
It's official, I have completely lost my mind along with my voice. I don't know how long I've been awake, but my throat is on fire. When I tried to say Charles's name, no sound ever came out. My hands are bound to a link that's attached to a collar on my neck that's also bound to the wall.
All of my movements are limited. The room in which I'm imprisoned is very small, with padded and blue-colored walls. It has a high ceiling but it's very suffocating for my current state of mind.
My aunt was shot dead and there was no one to blame but me. I should have fought harder for her to come with us. My blood is full of hatred. I wanted to inflict so much harm on Charles. All I could think about was putting an end to this agony, and the only way to do so, is to avenge my aunt's untimely death.
I plan to do my best to keep my emotions under control. This is the biggest mistake I've made time and again: acting on my emotions rather than using my brain. I laid flat on the ground and conserved my energy, and decided to wait for someone to come to me.
Revenge.
This is the scent you can smell around me, the scent of desire for retribution. I will make sure all his body parts will be slashed and only his eyeballs will be unblemished. I need to survive. I've been through so much just to succumb to his manipulation, to think that I was ready to pledge my whole life to him. I clenched my fist at this thought.
I heard a series of beeps coming from the door, indicating that it was being unlocked. A tall, large-built lady with blonde hair tied back firmly, who looked to be a physique builder, came in, and you'd think she was a guy if she hadn't been wearing a dress.
"Get up." Her voice had a deep tone to it. got me questioning her gender or perhaps it was all those steroids she took that made it change her voice as well as her over all appearance.
I didn't move a single limb just to get a reaction. She chuckles and crouches down to my height, bringing her face close to mine. She touches my face, inspecting it for who knows what. It took me by surprise when she put her index fingers inside my mouth and I had to headbutt her, rewarding me with her bloodied nose.
She wipes it and smiles. "I would be disappointed if you didn't have your spirit. I'd hate if Im not the one to break it." These words sent shivers up my spine.It's the manner of how she said it.
She suddenly retaliated with a slap. The slap was so hard that I thought my jaw had broken."It's impressive, no sound," she exclaimed with delight, mistaking my damaged throat for bravery, I then received another slap.
"I want to hear you scream." She said it while ripping my shirt like paper, then aimed for my pants and slid them off in one motion. I still couldn't utter a sound from my mouth to tell her to stop. I don't regret that I headbutted her, but the plan remains to survive. I just have to give her whats she wants but my eyes widened.
