Fairless Daughter

Hunting A Monster

Kai’s POV

I am going to kill him if it is the last thing I do. I stood in the shadows, following him along the busy street full of women selling their bodies. He has this evil grin on his face, walking by them and grabbing their asses. I can’t wait to smash his face with a hammer. I want to tie him up face down with his legs spread apart and tied by his ankles and ram the handle of a baseball bat up his ass. He needs to feel what it is like to be r***d without mercy. I am going to beat him with a whip dipped in hot sauce. Everything a loser did to my sister, I am going to do back to him. I kept following him secretly until he went into a whorehouse called ‘The Cherry Picker.’ I can only imagine what he plans on doing in a place like that.

Wearing a disguise will come in handy, after all. I entered the main door and was greeted by several women of different cultures, trying to get the men who entered attention. I walked up to an older-looking lady and asked, “Did you see a man in a red shirt just walk in? He’s my brother, and we were coming here together; I was busy looking at the lovely ladies and lost sight of him.” and gave her my million dollar fake smile to ease her mind. She looked at me up and down and then pointed to a door on the left. I thanked her and walked in the direction of the door.

I opened the door, and the room lights were soft blue with incense burning in each corner of the room, which caused the room to be filled with smoke. There was another door inside the room with a curtain instead of a door. I grabbed hold of my knife in the back of my pants, hidden by my long shirt. I slowly walked into the room, paying close attention to my surroundings. I can’t afford to fail now; this is the first time I have gotten this close to the bastard. The closer I got to the door, the louder the whipping sounds got. I slowed my pace even more, trying to be as quiet as possible because I needed the element of surprise. Plus, I didn’t know who was doing the whipping behind that curtain.

When I got behind the curtain, boy, was I surprised. There, lying in a bed tied to the bed headboard, was Yeong Kang, blindfolded and butt-ass naked, being whipped by a woman in a leather outfit. It was like a gift from heaven. I walked in closer and motioned for the woman to be quiet with my hand. I gave her a hundred-dollar bill for help and took over where she left off. The first time the whip hit his body, he started to curse, "b***h, are you out of your mind striking me? Do that again, and I will make you pay dearly." I looked at his hands to ensure they were secured enough so he couldn't untie himself. When I was sure he was secure enough, I whipped him even harder, and the bastard yelled out in pain. He started to yank his hands, trying to get loose, and I whipped his ass two more times. He was angry, and I saw tears running down his cheeks. "I am going to kill you b***h," he yelled. "Not if I kill you first, b***h”, I replied.

His skin across his chest and stomach are swelling, and they're bruised from the whipping. I smiled and asked, "How does it feel to get a taste of your medicine? How does it feel to be helpless while someone eviler than you beats your sorry ass?" His movements stopped, and I could tell he was trying to figure out who I was, so I decided to help him. I removed his bling fold so he could see my face. He had this confused look on his face. "Who the hell are you? I don't know you, so why are you doing this to me? Kidnapping and beating someone is a crime; you will not get away with this, you b***h”. I didn't answer him with words, but I showed him a picture of my sister. Then his face froze, and he looked at me. "You. You're her little sister, aren't you? You were the one that helped her run away, weren't you? Where are you hiding her? You have no right to take her away because I paid your father for her."

I looked at him with a smirk. "I am glad you have a good memory. Do you remember all those evil things you've done to my sister over the last five years? I hope you do, but if you don't remember, don't worry; I will help you remember." I started whipping him again and did not stop until I was tired. His body was bloody all over, but he was no longer yelling; it was more like a whimper. I walked to the table in the room and poured a cup of water, then removed a small packet from my pocket and dumped the contents into the water. I used my fingers to ensure that the content was mixed into the water perfectly, and then I walked over to him and made him drink it. Once the cup was empty, I left the room for about five minutes and returned with two guys. I paid them five hundred dollars to carry him downstairs to a waiting car and keep their mouths shut.