HADES (t.h.)

Chapter 2

Warnings: contains ABUSE and mentions of SEXUAL ASSAULT

As Y/N sat in the parlour room of the Holland estate, she couldn't help but feel small. It was extravagant, and a maze. Despite it's open concept, there were three main wings protruding from the central foyer, East, West and South. She had analyzed the house as she walked through the foyer and down to the South wing where she currently sat. South was a parlour room, two guest bed rooms, and ended with a furnished sun room fit with french doors out to an in-ground pool. East was the large kitchen, dining room and the immaculate party hall. The little bit of the West wing she saw showed a long glass hallway that led to a closed door, maybe an office.

The parlour room she was in now bore dark hardwood, and pedestals held vases and sculptures along the walls. In the middle of the room were two brown leather chairs and one love-seat in the same style. On the far wall with the widest window was a skinny table that held a bottle of scotch and a tray of glasses. She hated scotch.

She was worried, she wasn't sure what the Holland's would want. Her hard exterior was beginning to crumble the longer she was kept unknowing. And she was afraid what he would do to her when she returned home, if she returned home.

Every minute she wasn't home, she risked him following through with the threat he had repeated so many times before:

If you leave, or even think of leaving, I will find you and I will kill you. I will rip the hair out of your scalp, I will snap every bone in your body. Then I will leave you to die.

She didn't doubt him. He had seen him bring home girls and do unspeakable things. Most of the time he would lock her out, but if he had been drinking he'd force her to watch. He'd rape, torture and kill.

She started noticing when she was six.

Her name was Joy. Her pretty blonde hair shone when she walked through the door. Y/N thought she was another girl that Ivan brought home, he had so many girlfriends. She had brown eyes shaped like almonds, and she bent down to talk to her when she first met her.

It was 3:12am when Y/N woke up that night. She was thirsty so she went to her bedroom door, but found it was locked. Outside the door, in the hallway, Y/N heard scuffling of feet. She peered through the keyhole and saw Ivan dragging Joy down the hall.

Her blood still stains the hardwood.

Ivan had drilled his ultimatum into her skull, reminding her everyday while holding a knife to her throat. Ivan wasn't as young or handsome as he used to be, and he had trouble finding victims. So he'd take his anger out on Y/N. Any thing she did, he found reason to attack her.

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"What the fuck do you want?" Dom Holland growled from behind his mahogany desk. The sun was starting to rise and it shone through the window and into Dom's weathered face.

Tom explained what Y/N had performed, "you don't learn that shit from a women's defence group. I think she's been trained. I don't know what to do with her, what if another group hears of her and they take her in? I'd rather not have another trained assassin against us."

"Well, hire her or kill her." Dom replied, "and get the fuck out of my office."

Tom left without another word, and marched through the door and down the glass hallway.

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Tom opened the door and then shut it behind him, "Here's an ultimatum for you, darling."

He moved from the doorway to the bottle of scotch to her right, "You can either work for me, or I have you killed. It would be staged as a suicide of course." He waited for her response as he took a swig of the scotch in his hand.