EMMALYN: The Cage Fighter

Ep.14

“Emmalyn’s POV”

“Actually, it was my proposal. They were dumb to reject the deal and look, what happened,” his voice held no repentance in it.

I rolled my eyes before adding, “as if your dad took the most wise decision and survived.”

Hearing my words, he hopped on his feet and edged closer to me.

“Don’t you dare to...” I didn’t let him complete his sentence, but crashed my knees at his groin with all the power I had.

At the abruptness of my action, he got plummeted to the floor.

“You little b***h!” He cursed while pressing both hands against his member. While groaning in pain, he curved his body.

“Look at your feebleness moron. As if you are the only one who love their parents, huh!” I made my way on top of him after turning him on his stomach.

Placing my both arms under his, I trailed my hands up to the back of his neck, “this is why people addresses me as Terror Clark.”

I applied enough force to his neck, causing him to choke helplessly. If I wanted, I could have ended his life on the spot, but that won’t lend any relief to my soul.

Leaving him unconscious was the better option. If I ever happen to kill anyone, I would be regretting it my whole life.

As he was now lying unconscious, my next move was to find a way to escape from the place.

I began searching for a weapon to use in order to defend myself. After searching all the drawers of the side table, I strolled towards the enormous wardrobe.

Sliding the door on it, I extended my hand in a drawer placed at the bottom of the wardrobe.

I pulled the drawer, revealing inside of it. The next moment, my lips curved into a mischievous smirk when my eyes fell on a revolver.

Taking the revolver in my hand, I marched towards the door for the purpose of fleeing from the house.

I was about to twist the doorknob when I heard a knock on the door. I got panicked as I had no clue what to do next.

If his men found their master lying unconscious, they would definitely do something worse to me.

When the door began to open, I stepped behind it. It was one of his men. I gulped when he began marching towards where the unconscious man was lying.

Without wasting a second, I took the revolver in my hand and skillfully, I wrapped my hand around his neck before pointing the gun to his head while adding, “bloody assholes...”

“Hand your weapon to me,” I commanded filled in fierce. He stood motionless without uttering a word.

Loading the revolver in my hand, I yelled, “I will count to three, before that if you fail to obey my words, the next moment you would be lying dead beside your helpless master.”