Chapter 3: The Prisoner
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Chapter 3: The Prisoner
“It is pointless to teach someone a lesson by killing them.” Mokokoma Mokhonoana
“Boss we got something to tell you”.
Damian swiveled around from his chair holding a glistening glass of whisky, “what is it?” he asked.
The group of men standing at the edge of the elaborate carpet were fearful of their bosses reaction. Stammering Lance mustered, “when we got to the house, we kind of witness the dad trying to r**e your girl...he didn’t finish the deed -“ he was cut off by the heavy whisky glass hitting him square in the face.
“WHAT?!”, Damian boomed.
The second man fell to his knees, “She got away in time and we got her and the dad. We. We...thought you would want to execute him yourself, so we grabbed em both and brought them here! We would’ve stopped him! we swear boss!”
Without a word Damian charged out of the office with the men following suit.
“WHERE ARE THEY?! IS SHE HURT? He will pay for this”, Damian demanded. John quickly answers, “we threw him in the holding cells and dropped her into the room you made for her!” while avoiding eye contact with an enraged Damian.
With glazed over eyes and fury Damian ordered John to grab the doctor for Azula and for Lance and the other men to follow him to the holding cells.
In the holding cells Jared was barely holding onto grips of his reality. Impaired by the booze in his system and restrained to a cold brick wall he could hardly fathom then severity of his situation.
“GET THESE MOTHERFUCKING CHAINS OF ME! PUNK ASS BITCHES AFRAID FIGHT ME ONE ON ONE OR WHAT?!” He screamed.
Emerging from the shadows Damian chuckled, “I think you’ve miscalculated the situation Jared. You’re still alive because my men seem to think I’d want to inflict insurmountable pain on you - and they were right”.
In a swift second Damian grabbed hold of Jared’s neck and growled lowly, “come morning your screams will line these walls and your daughter will bear witness to your demise. Take these last few hours of the night to prepare your pathetic self for the end”.
With that Damian withdrew his tight grip releasing Jared’s neck and walked away. Before leaving a grasping dazed prisoner, he ordered his men to sober the captive and prepare the tools for the mornings festivities.
Consciousness slowly came back to Azula when she felt the warm rays of the sun kiss her face. Slowly her eyes fluttered open to a scene of modern opulence and comfort. Confused, she shot up from the bed and looked down at her body. Bandages. They covered her body in various positions and clothes she didn’t recognize as her own. Wincing from pain radiating from her ribs she slowly attempted to get out of her source of warmth to look around.
“You really shouldn’t be moving much; you have several broken ribs” a voice said behind her. She quickly spun around and grabbed the nearest thing to her, “Who...? Who are you? Why am I here?” she questioned aiming the vase at the intruder.
“I am Damian. Owner of this compound, and you are my guest as of last night”. Shaking, the memories of the previous night came flooding back to Azula. Her fathers attempted r**e, the beating and the two men!
“What do you want from me? Please let me go. I don’t have anything to give you. Please just let me go home. Why did you take me!” she pleaded.
“As of last night, you no longer have a home. My men burnt down your home and took you here. This is your home now, should you behave your life will be quiet pleasing. However, I can’t promise the same otherwise” Damian said void of emotion observing her. He could see her trembling in fear and this rugged at his heart strings. She was finally here in their home he had built especially for her.
“Please, I don’t understand what’s going on. Just let me go - I won’t tell anyone”, she cried. Her bruised body gave way and she slid to the floor with tears streaming down her face. “Please”, she whispered to Damian.
Cautiously approaching her Damian knelt down next to her trembling frame cupping her face with his large hands, “I can’t. I’ve waited patiently for 6 years. You’re mine now and I’ve got something special planned for you”, he said calmly not to scare her further.
Suddenly she jolted from his touch and made way to the door only to find it locked. With her back to the wall, “what do you mean six years? What do you want from me? Just let me go!”, she screamed.
Slowly Damian withdrew the key from his pocket locking eyes with his prey. With the small key in hand he said, “I already told you, you are mine and this is your home now”.
Like a frantic beast she lunged at him hitting his chest repeatedly, “LET ME GO YOU SICK BASTARD! I DON’T BELONG TO YOU! LET ME GO!”.
Damian swiftly grabbed her arms never flinching a muscle, “what did I say to you earlier? Behave and you will be treated as a queen here, unless through your actions you want to be treated otherwise?”.
He shoved her on to the bed and looked down at her sobbing delicate body. Glaring up at him Azula exclaimed, “I will never be yours. You may be stronger, and you may be able to beat me down, but you will never break me like a rabid animal”.
Taken aback Damian made his way to the door. Before leaving he calmly says, “whether you like it now or later you are mine. We’re sitting on over 100 acres of land, even if you believe you can escape this room, I have men positioned at every corner of this compound and hunting dogs to track you down. You will never leave my side this day forward”.
Closing the door behind him Azula could hear him ordering what she assumed to be his men to prepare her and if needed restrain her.
Prepare her for what? Restraint her? Where were they taking her?...
“It is pointless to teach someone a lesson by killing them.” Mokokoma Mokhonoana
“Boss we got something to tell you”.
Damian swiveled around from his chair holding a glistening glass of whisky, “what is it?” he asked.
The group of men standing at the edge of the elaborate carpet were fearful of their bosses reaction. Stammering Lance mustered, “when we got to the house, we kind of witness the dad trying to r**e your girl...he didn’t finish the deed -“ he was cut off by the heavy whisky glass hitting him square in the face.
“WHAT?!”, Damian boomed.
The second man fell to his knees, “She got away in time and we got her and the dad. We. We...thought you would want to execute him yourself, so we grabbed em both and brought them here! We would’ve stopped him! we swear boss!”
Without a word Damian charged out of the office with the men following suit.
“WHERE ARE THEY?! IS SHE HURT? He will pay for this”, Damian demanded. John quickly answers, “we threw him in the holding cells and dropped her into the room you made for her!” while avoiding eye contact with an enraged Damian.
With glazed over eyes and fury Damian ordered John to grab the doctor for Azula and for Lance and the other men to follow him to the holding cells.
In the holding cells Jared was barely holding onto grips of his reality. Impaired by the booze in his system and restrained to a cold brick wall he could hardly fathom then severity of his situation.
“GET THESE MOTHERFUCKING CHAINS OF ME! PUNK ASS BITCHES AFRAID FIGHT ME ONE ON ONE OR WHAT?!” He screamed.
Emerging from the shadows Damian chuckled, “I think you’ve miscalculated the situation Jared. You’re still alive because my men seem to think I’d want to inflict insurmountable pain on you - and they were right”.
In a swift second Damian grabbed hold of Jared’s neck and growled lowly, “come morning your screams will line these walls and your daughter will bear witness to your demise. Take these last few hours of the night to prepare your pathetic self for the end”.
With that Damian withdrew his tight grip releasing Jared’s neck and walked away. Before leaving a grasping dazed prisoner, he ordered his men to sober the captive and prepare the tools for the mornings festivities.
Consciousness slowly came back to Azula when she felt the warm rays of the sun kiss her face. Slowly her eyes fluttered open to a scene of modern opulence and comfort. Confused, she shot up from the bed and looked down at her body. Bandages. They covered her body in various positions and clothes she didn’t recognize as her own. Wincing from pain radiating from her ribs she slowly attempted to get out of her source of warmth to look around.
“You really shouldn’t be moving much; you have several broken ribs” a voice said behind her. She quickly spun around and grabbed the nearest thing to her, “Who...? Who are you? Why am I here?” she questioned aiming the vase at the intruder.
“I am Damian. Owner of this compound, and you are my guest as of last night”. Shaking, the memories of the previous night came flooding back to Azula. Her fathers attempted r**e, the beating and the two men!
“What do you want from me? Please let me go. I don’t have anything to give you. Please just let me go home. Why did you take me!” she pleaded.
“As of last night, you no longer have a home. My men burnt down your home and took you here. This is your home now, should you behave your life will be quiet pleasing. However, I can’t promise the same otherwise” Damian said void of emotion observing her. He could see her trembling in fear and this rugged at his heart strings. She was finally here in their home he had built especially for her.
“Please, I don’t understand what’s going on. Just let me go - I won’t tell anyone”, she cried. Her bruised body gave way and she slid to the floor with tears streaming down her face. “Please”, she whispered to Damian.
Cautiously approaching her Damian knelt down next to her trembling frame cupping her face with his large hands, “I can’t. I’ve waited patiently for 6 years. You’re mine now and I’ve got something special planned for you”, he said calmly not to scare her further.
Suddenly she jolted from his touch and made way to the door only to find it locked. With her back to the wall, “what do you mean six years? What do you want from me? Just let me go!”, she screamed.
Slowly Damian withdrew the key from his pocket locking eyes with his prey. With the small key in hand he said, “I already told you, you are mine and this is your home now”.
Like a frantic beast she lunged at him hitting his chest repeatedly, “LET ME GO YOU SICK BASTARD! I DON’T BELONG TO YOU! LET ME GO!”.
Damian swiftly grabbed her arms never flinching a muscle, “what did I say to you earlier? Behave and you will be treated as a queen here, unless through your actions you want to be treated otherwise?”.
He shoved her on to the bed and looked down at her sobbing delicate body. Glaring up at him Azula exclaimed, “I will never be yours. You may be stronger, and you may be able to beat me down, but you will never break me like a rabid animal”.
Taken aback Damian made his way to the door. Before leaving he calmly says, “whether you like it now or later you are mine. We’re sitting on over 100 acres of land, even if you believe you can escape this room, I have men positioned at every corner of this compound and hunting dogs to track you down. You will never leave my side this day forward”.
Closing the door behind him Azula could hear him ordering what she assumed to be his men to prepare her and if needed restrain her.
Prepare her for what? Restraint her? Where were they taking her?...
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