ChapterFour
1070 Words
My eyes widened in surprise. I opened my mouth to say something, but bulky hands dragged me away.
“Leave me alone.” I managed to scream and one of them placed a hand over my mouth.
“Baba,” I called out, trying to hold his hand. My stretched arms were pushed away roughly and my father was dragged away.
“Where are you taking him?” I asked with a heavy voice. I was screaming but no one came to my rescue thanks to the fact that we were living in such a secluded environment.
Baba was pulled to a corner. His disheveled body was wedged between two men as they grabbed him by the shoulders.
Don Pablo pulled a gun out of his pocket and directed it towards my father's face. I let out a scream.
“Please don't kill him. I beg you please.”
“Take him out.” Don Pablo commanded. I struggled with the men who were holding me, but everything seemed futile.
Don Pablo came closer to me, wielding his gun in his hand. My feet felt weak and as soon as I was released, I buckled weakly to the ground.
He squatted to my level, raising my chin with his index finger.
I whimpered and felt vulnerable, alone in the room with a group of menacing men. Their leader, Don Pablo was even more frightening, despite the fact that he had handsome features.
He began running his hand along my face until he came down to my neck. My hands were weak. I tried to push his hand away, but he held me, causing my frail fingers to fall to the side.
“Where…where are you taking my father?” I managed to stutter.
He trailed his fingers along my shoulders.
He pressed his lips into a thin line as if stifling a laugh.
“You're not ugly.” I heard him say as he tangled my hair with his hand.
“Was that a compliment?” I asked myself as the proximity caused my breathing to become ragged. I had other things to worry about than his compliment.
Where did they take Baba to and what does he want from me?
“Take her away.” Don Pablo ordered one of his men.
“Please.” Tears were streaming down my face as I was whisked away. The fear of the unknown awaited me.
What did he really want from me?
I was dragged towards the car and tossed inside like a bag of rotten fruits.
“Don't you dare move from here.” One of the men ordered and shut the door.
My eyes searched frantically for my father, but he was nowhere in sight. My heart raced with so many questions. Could they have killed baba?
An intense scent of smoke wafted through the environment. Soot was visible in the air and I coughed as it penetrated my nose.
“No. No!” I screamed as I turned backwards to see a burning mass. The only item that we had left.
Don Pablo stood in front of the burning house and I struggled to get out of the car. The door was locked in a way that I couldn't open it. I screamed out my lungs and tears flowed across my face as I grabbed the seat covers.
I could only watch as our house was burnt to ashes. All my property was gone.
I was still hitting on the window, desperate to get out of the car, when I felt a shadow looming over me. The windows were wound down and his emerald eyes had a sinister glint in it.
“Why did you have to burn down my house? Why?” I said shakily, struggling with the internal turmoil that I felt.
His lips stretched out into a smile. He got into the car while another man sat in the driver's seat. They drove off without uttering a single word.
“Get out.” The man who drove commanded and I shifted groggily on the car seat. I fell asleep and struggled to move out of the car. The driver pulled me out, causing me to fall on the ground. The impending sleep cleared from my eyes as I touched my bruised lip.
I heard a loud knock and I turned to see the driver holding his head.
“You don't hit her until I ask you to do so. She is my property.” Don Pablo said authoritatively.
“Yes sir.” The man who was hit responded.
“Take her inside.” Don commanded.
I struggled with the driver, but he overpowered me. He dragged me inside, but not roughly. I guess he didn't want to receive another knock.
I was brought inside what seemed like a club. The colored lights were magnificent. But there was something that made it different from other clubs. The structure was opulent and it had a unique artistic taste. I paused for a while, admiring the golden chandelier hanging from the ceiling that I almost forgot that I was abducted.
A woman pulled me into a room and began undressing me. I hit her hand off and struggled with her. She overpowered me and pulled off my clothes.
“You need a bath and a change of clothes.” She said as she heated water for me.
I was like what the heck, lady. If you wanted me to bathe and change, you could have simply told me to do so, instead of forcing my clothes off my body.
I stepped into the bathtub and soaked myself in the lather. I let the water cover my entire body and I scrubbed off the grim of hopelessness from my body.
I looked at the clothes which she brought for me. There was no difference between wearing them and walking naked. I wriggled my ass into the shorts and wore the blouse which was no different from a bra.
The door knob twisted and he walked into the room, his eyes roamed around my body.
“You're not ugly.” he said with a smirk. “That's why you would be my personal stripper.”
My eyes widened at his words. He grabbed my butt with both hands and I slapped his hands off.
He landed a slap on my face in return.
“Don't be a naughty girl.”
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