His Plan, My Execution

Chapter 2: Yes master.

Author's Note: WARNING! Strong language and injury details!

I was brought down to my cell again. I knew that I would be taken away in few minutes again so I recall the image of my cell with all those scribbles of names on the wall and scratch marks which give me mixed feelings of sentiment, anger and fear as you never know what happened to those before you.

I also recite the names of those who brought this misfortune to me and others to remember who I shall kill before dying if I ever get the chance to. 

Between the sobbing, I hear footsteps and voices  coming down the corridor closer to my cell. I was alienated due to my rare appearance. Sir Konoto saw me as a treasure.

I smell the familiar smell of cologne, alcohol and stink of sweat that sir Konoto is always associated with. 

"I can assure you sir that you will not regret buying her. She is a real beauty!" As always, sir Konoto is spouting nonsense again opening the cell. I can clearly hear the clings of key twisted in a key hole and lock opening.

I myself can tell I look like a beat up dog, without looking into a mirror. I roll my eyes without hiding as I still have a blindfold on.

I could feel the fear coming up to me like the smell of unknown to me cologne and high brand cigarette. I knew that my soon-to-be-master came into my cell. 

"If you claim her to be so beautiful... Why did you not make sure to keep her that way. She looks like a cloth, chewed up and spit out by a dog." the man claims with a hint of sarcasm and anger.

I am trying not to move because I am afraid simply by the aura that man gives off. And to be honest I don't even think I can afford to move on my own. I have no strength left emotionally, mentally and physically. At this stage.... I am just giving up on everything. Even my life. 

"I-I-I am so-so sorry sir but for my d-devence I can assure yo-you that it was necessary a-a-as she was disobedient." 

I can hear the terror in sir Konoto's voice like he was going to be killed in a metter of seconds. What bullshit! You just came here and hit me whenever something went wrong with your "bussiness" cursing and calling me names as if it was my fault. Though I wasn't the only one. I was just hit more as I was glaring at him from time to time making him hit me even more. 

I can only hear how that man sighs at the sound of those words and starts walking towards me. I feel the waff when he stops in front of me. I hear his composed breathing and smell his cologne up close making my nose tingle. His cologne had a familiar smell of sandalwood, grapefruit and peper. My father had similar cologne. It nearly made me tear up as I wish I could ran into my daddies strong arms and complain about the present like it was a bad nightmare. But I can't. Not only because he is no longer here but I also can't show any emotions. Not to that man. 

"Stand up." he orders with a cold voice. 

I try to stand up in the best way I could and fall halfway through. Trying again and finally achieving the impossible to me task that should be a norm to any other normal human being. Only when I stood up I felt his warm breath on my face. He must be really close. My heart tightens and hips tingle as I realise that there is a man in front of me making my body shake in terror. I step back, obviuosly I am suprised by the sudden encounter. 

"Stay!" he shouts slightly pissed probably by the fact that I started to step back. 

I shriek by the sound of his firm tone and expect to be hit, but nothing happens. He simply starts to walk around me as I can hear his slow precise footsteps. So I stay still trying to regulate my panicked breathing. 

Then I feel his breath on my neck from behind me. I tense up and hold my breath trying not to make a sound. 

"God! She smells." he says with fury, shock and disgust as he steps back.

"Do you not wash them regularly?!" he asks sir Konoto with the same tone. 

"I-I-I am sorry s-sir. But w-we cannot d-do that as i-it is a very o-old theatre." sir Konoto answers with a terrorised voice again. 

After that I hear that man whistle, another series of footsteps and whispers. A different cologne hits me this time, smells more like canis. I feel strong rough hands on my upper arms. I am lifted in the air like nothing and swang over a firm shoulder. I whine in pain. My whole body is bruised up and in pain. 

I am trying to figure out what is going on as I shake on the shoulder as if I am on a boat, however I do not make a sound nor move. I am afraid what could happen to me if I did. I am set on a chair and creaks of door closing. Then they open again and two pairs of footsteps walking in, which sounds like they walk on some tiles this time. They take my blindfold off very gently. I suppose it is a woman. I have a blurred vision adjusting to the light and see two women dressed in black and white. I realise they're maids. 

"Hello. My name Lucy and this is Mary. We were ordered to wash you and tent to your wounds. We will begin now." 

Lucy had blond curly hair tied in a messy bun and blue eyes. While Mary had straight short hair with shampagne eyes. Both were pretty although different. I still had my hands chained together but they were very gentle with me. Helped me get in the bath, washed me and my hair. Cleansed my wounds. They were also very polite to me. They dry my body with towel, put a clean, loose dress and blindfild on. I thank them and they leave. The pick-up guy lifts me up and swings me over his shoulder again. After few minutes I feel a cold breeze piercing my skin, meaning that we are outside. Then I hear a car door open and I am put on a leather seat squeaking under my every move. 

I can smell the smell of black tree car refreshment. Then someone sits next to me as I hear shuffling and the smell intensifies, meaning;  the pick-up guy, sits next to me. I tense up again when I realise that. Then he tells the driver to drive.

As we are sitting in complete silence I have a rush of emotions within me. I am glad that I am no longer in that horrible, stinky, old theatre but for unknown to me reason I feel tears swelling up in my eyes. I try to hold them in bitin my lower lip but, it's impossible, they just run down my cheek. When I finally manage to hold my tears I have question flying through my head. What does that man wants from me. Why did he buy me? Am I going to be tortured? r***d? Killed? Or maybe all of those? I can feel the tears in my eyes again. 

We arrive at our destination, the car pulled off and again I was dragged somewhere. Had my hands and legs chained to a chair. I hear heavy, metalic doors close and smell blood in the air, making me shake and tense up due to fear crawling in me. Then footsteps nearing in, a sound of heavy chair dragged on the floor and creak of someone seating on that chair. THAT man is infront of me, because again I can smell the cologne of that man. I try to remain calm but my breath is uneven making me feel a little dizzy due to lack of oxygen in my body. The blindfold is taken off and again I am blinded by a strong light for few seconds when I finally see a dark figure sitting in front of me. I squint trying to look around me to see where I am which looks like interigation room. Dark walls, one small light above my head. 

"What is your name dear?" I hear the same cold voice again. Thanks to the fact that this place is a small, closed and quiet place I can hear his voice in a more detailed manner. It is low and a little bit husky. Quite nice to listen to on its own.

"Why do you want to know my name?" I ask with confusion in my voice. Then I hear a click and a bit of a gun in the light pointing at me. I very hardly swallow rest bits of my saliva as I have a cold sweat run down my spine. 

"I am the one who asks questions here. Now. What. Is. Your. Name?" He ask with a demanding and pissed voice. 

"Xela. Xela Quins, sir" I respond with fear in my voice. 

"How old are you?" 

"19, sir." The gun is still pointed in my direction. 

"What do you want to do in life, Xela?" 

"Join my family, sir." I say with sadness echoing in the room. 

"Where are they now?" His tone doesn't change. 

I take a few minutes to answer that question, look in the ceiling trying to stop the tears forming in my eyes. 

"Answer the question Missy." Well he definately is impatient. 

I look at the figure with a single, warm tear running down my swollen cheek and muffle through gritted teeth. "Dead."

He sighs, puts the gun down on the table, crosses his hands, and says "Then.... I have a proposition for you." with a confident voice like I've already agreed to it

 Curiousity killed the cat but not me yet so why not give it a shot since it doesn't matter to me whether I am dead or not. But I'd rather die sooner than later.

"What proposition?" I ask squinting my eyes and raising my eyebrow.

"You will work for me and I will help you with your revenge. And my word is absolute to you, or there will be consequences." He says with the same confident voice putting photos in front of me clearly for me to see this.

I look at the figure before leaning in. I see the men who murdered my parents and brother with cold blood. I have a wave of emotions but fury, and hatred hit me the most. I try not to show my emotions, especially not to him but I feel the blood boiling within me and start to see red. 

There is something else. Tears. I try to hold them in, but the tears fall on the photos together with droplets of cold water from my wet, heavy hair.

Those 3 pieces of s**t work for sir Konoto: Fumihiro Natsu, Hiroshi Yamamoto and his younger brother Ikki Yamamoto. They kidnap pretty girls to sell them as s*x slaves and sometimes use them for their own f*****g pleasure.

The adrenaline hits me. I am fidgeting in the chair making the chains make some noise. I look up at the figure again clenching my teeth together and with tears in my eyes. 

"What do you want from me?" I ask with a shaky voice that is close to a whisper and suspicious eyes. 

"I don't like to repeat myself Miss Quins. You know what I want from you." 

Before this man appeared in my life I had nothing to live for. I have no family left. I have no resources to even go back home, but I don't think I even want to. There was just nothing left for me in life. It simply didn't have any meaning. 

Of course I wanted revenge but I've lost hope. I also believe in God and he said 'revenge is mine' so I knew those shits would pay for their actions sooner or later. But he literally puts them on a silver plate for me! It is some sort of chance, isn't it?

It's decided. I want to live! 

"Can I - can I just ask you some more questions?" I am afraid of that man, but I still need the answers. 

"Go ahead." He says with that cold voice of his, leaning back in his chair. 

"Did you stand behind all this?" I glance down at the photos and then at him with a glare. 

"No." His answer was stern. He said the truth. Or he is a good actor. 

"Sir, you said that I will work for you. Can you be precise about that?" I try to be as polite as possible as he still has that gun on the table and I would like to live now. 

He sigh. I think that pissed him off a little. 

"You will get the information about your responsibilities after yoh agree to the proposition. Anything else?" Yeah. He is clearly irritated. I could hear it. 

"I am sorry sir. Just one more question. What exactly happens if I break one of your rules?"

He waves a hand at someone behind me. I turn and see another dark figure coming up. I turn back and shrink expecting some sort of hit. Nothing happens so I open one eye and he just hands something to him. I sigh releasing a breath I was holding in.

He holds something wrapped in a white handkerchief. He places it on the table and pulls on the handkerchief making the thing inside roll towards me. I squint trying to see what it is. It... It is a finger. A blue-ish, cut off, frozen finger with frozen blood on the part where it was cut off. I turn my face with disgust, biting on my lip trying not to scream. I swallow hard the burning liquid that came up to my throat. I was ready to vomit out water and stomach acid. 

"Do you know what this is, Miss Quins?" the man asks with a calm voice pointing at the finger. 

"Yes, sir." I still look away trying to focus on a certain point on the wall. 

"So what is it?" he asks with a tone as if he seriously doesn't know. 

I glance at it again and close my eyes. 

"It-it is a finger, sir. A cut off finger" 

He starts wrapping the finger again. I start to look at the table and the gun. I have a cold sweat running down my spine, uneven breath, blurred vision and dizziness. I feel a little bit sick. Again. 

"See. This is what will happen if you disobey me."

He hands the finger to the man behind me. 

"But your fingers will be untouched as you and I will need them. I will cut the servant's and my men's fingers to punish you. This shall prove to you that I don't throw words on the wind. Anythong else?" he keeps his calm, cold voice. 

I look at him shocked. How can someone do that to other's? He would cut off someone's finger when I disobeyed? Are you f*****g serious? Holy s**t. I have a mess in my head. I don't know what is worse to be honest. Be r***d and beaten or work for someone like him. I have mental debate in my head trying to process what is actually happening here. s**t man! How did I even get here? 

"I don't have a whole night Miss. Quins. Do you accept it or not?" the man points the gun at me again. 

Fuck it. He surely has killed before and won't blink an eye to kill me. Now, I know I could careless about my life before but he has shown me some hope as well. He is a f*****g brute. Heartless. Maybe even sociopath.

But what choice do I have? He will give me something meaningful to me. Justice. No more murders, no more tortures, no more auctions, no more kidnapped, r***d, drugged girls and separated from their families. I could have died and do nothing for this world. Now? I have a chance to change it. It's decided.

"Answer. Now!" he demands with the gun in the air pointed at my head this time.

"Yes, master." I said quickly with a shaking voice. 

"Excellent. We will discuss the details tomorrow. I will see you then. Good night Miss Quins." he stood up buttoning his blazer and left, avoiding the light rays. 

I let out a deep breath.

"Goodnight sir."

I am exhausted as the stress slowly leaves my body. The tears start to form in my eyes again and my body is drained. I am shaking but too tired to move. I just want to sleep now. But I need to stay awake untill I reach the bed and ensure I am safe. I have to live now.