Veleno

Chapter 9

Damien’s POV

“And as we discuss, the projects we are offering will definitely be an asset to both of our companies.”

I played with the paperweight as I boringly listened to them.

“And how do you plan to execute these projects?” One of my employees questioned.

“We are willing to offer forty three percent of our shares to you. We have hotel chains spreading across the globe. With our expertise and your supervision, we can create world’s biggest hotel chains to ever exist.”

The man giving the presentation gulped nervously as he wipes his sweat from his forehead with an almost damp handkerchief.

“Okay.” I said. Still tossing the paperweight in my hands.

Eying this guy slowly I said, “The meeting is over. Dismissed.”

Everyone hurriedly grabbed their papers and left the conference room.

Except Xavier.

I looked at him as he reclined in his chair with his eyes closed.

“What do you think?” I asked Xavier.

“I think we should take their offer. The government has been a little too suspicious of us. Even though we bribe the police, there are a few mutts who want to bring down the ‘mafia’. If we take this deal, it will work as a distraction for some time and we can solely focus on David. ”

I hummed. “Okay, talk to the lawyer and sort this deal out.”

”Yes boss” He did a little hand salute with a side smirk, and started to make his way out of the room.

He stopped by the door to check the message when he heard his phone ding, and he frowned.

“Still no sign of her?” I asked.

“No.” He said. “But I won’t stop until I have her in my arms again.”

“You’ve been looking for her from months, hasn’t it been like 5 years since you left her?”

“Yes.” He nodded. “But then I never knew she was pregnant with my child when I left her. I thought I was doing the right thing by leaving her. But my child, and her, both needs protection. So in no ways am I going to just leave them be to fend off on their own.”

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I sighed, as I stepped inside the house.

“Martha, bring me some water.” I said.

She came out with a glass of water and I gulped it down within three sips.

“Sir this came in the mail for you today.” She handed me a package which had my name on it with a clean handwriting.

“Thank you Martha.” I said.

“Where is Amelia?” I asked, when I roamed my eyes and couldn’t find her.

“She was tired so she retired early today.” She said as she turned around to leave.

“S-sir?” she asked hesitantly. I nodded at her to continue.

“Sir Amelia is a good soul. Please be kind to her.” I tensed as she scurried off.

Good Soul? I scoffed. That b***h has been nothing but a disgusting brat since she got here.

I rolled my eyes and proceeded to open the package and found the letter inside.

A little necklace fell out. My eyes bulged as I tore the packaging and a letter dropped out to the floor.

I squirmed my eyes through the letter frantically as I-“MARTHA!”

“MARTHA!” I screamed again as she came back running inside the room.

“Y-yes sir?” She nervously said.

“You wanted me to be kind to Amelia won’t you!? Bring her to the basement then.”

“B-but sir” She tried.

“I said, Bring. Her. To. The. Basement. Unless you want me to be even kinder to her?” I sneered at her.

“No sir.” She mumbled lowering her head and hurriedly made her way towards her room.

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Amelia’s POV

“Amelia?”

Someone tried to shake me.

“Amelia? Dearie wake up.”

I jolted and sat up when Martha shook me again.

“Martha? Is everything okay? Did he do something? Are you okay” I was panicking.

“Nothing is wrong with me my child and I’m completely fine.” She tried to calm me down.

I raised my eyebrow at her as to find out the reason behind my disturbed slumber. “Sir just reached home and he asked for you….” She trailed off with a lowered her voice.

“for me? But why?” She didn’t say anything.

“Martha?”

“He wants you in his basement.” She finally finished.

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My feet scaped the basement ground as I solely followed Martha.

I looked around the almost dark room and realized this is the same place where I woke up when he caged me. But why does he want me back here?

I widened my eyes at the possibility of him putting me back in those cells again. Please God no!

Martha suddenly stopped moving as I peeked past her and saw Damien standing there with three of his men, with his arms crossed.

He looked murderous, but what scared me to the core was the rage in his eyes. Unfortunately, it was directed towards me.

“Thank you Martha, you can leave now.” He said looking straight right at me.

“S-sir….” She hesitantly said.

“Martha I said f*****g LEAVE!” He screamed.

Poor Martha looked at me one final time as she turned around to look at me. She still looked hesitant.

“It’s okay Martha. I’ll be okay.” I sqeezed her hand. It’s not her fault. Even I flinched hard when he screamed like that.

When she left, I took a deep breath and, “What do you want?”

“You have quite an attitude don’t you? Just like your father.” He sneered.

“Trust me. I’m nothing like my father, I assume.” I said as I folded my hands. Even though I was crumbling inside I still made myself seem like I was unfazed by him.

“Is that so? “ He snickered as his footsteps echoing through the walls as he made his way towards me. “Now, I want you to be honest with me.” He said as he stood right in front of me.

“How much can you handle the pain?” He brushed a few strands of my hairs behind my ears.

“I think I’m immune to it by now.” I replied.

“Hmm…..let’s see how immune you are.” He said as he grabbed my hair and pushed me towards one of the chairs.

“Boys, tie her up.”

Two guys grabbed me and tied me to the chair.

“Grab me the whip.” He instructed once he was sure I couldn’t move an inch.

He grabbed the braided whip and hit me on my back. He turned around and hit me and my arm started bleeding. I still didn’t even utter a small whimper. He started growing frustrated from my lack of reaction and started whipping me harder.

“You know”-whip-“I just got”-whip-“a letter from your father.”

My father wrote him a letter? But why?

I fisted my hands in an attempt to hold back my screams. I know how whip marks burn. Like hell.

He didn’t stop his relentless beatings though. He wanted me to scream, cry, beg for mercy, but all he got were blank empty stared.

His next whip landed across my thighs as I finally let out a whimper. I was growing exhausted from all the torment.

“And you know what he said?” He gritted his teeth as he brought down yet another beating on me. “He told me” He swished the whip in the air, “that if I touch one hair of your face, he’ll kill me.” And landed it on my back again. Imprinting yet another scar amongst the countless.

He dropped the whip to the ground. But I was having a hard time to open my eyes yet to focus on his words.

He punched me hard on my abdomen as I let out a scream.

My head hung low. Please God let it be my last day. Please I can’t take anymore of this.

He gripped the back of my head and made me look up at him. His eyes roamed my face and a sinister smile plastered over it upon watching my tear escape and wiped it harshly from my face.

“And you know what else he said?” He asked. But I couldn’t focus anymore. My vision was turning hazy, but he still didn’t care.

“He said” His face showed pain for a second but I was sure my brain was playing tricks on me, “He said he’ll kill me the way he killed my mother.”

His eyes turned stone cold when he muttered those words and landed a final punch on my face that the world started spinning as I succumb to the darkness with one thought in mind,

I wish this to be last breath.