CHAPTER 5: Blood Stain

Her puffy eyes took their time in opening and confronting the bitter reality. As her senses kicked in, she could only feel the pain, vibrating in her whole body.

Her hazy gaze met the cemented ceiling, confusion filled her mind, not realizing where she was.

Just then, flashes of last night came rushing down at her, successfully numbing each cell of her body.

She was ruined yesterday.

What she tried to shield her whole life, it was snatched in a daze from her. Bringing her bruised hand upward, she rubbed two fingers on side of her head.

Whimpering with each movement, she sat up in fetal position, resting the back of her head against the wall, feeling the world rotating each second.

Her eyes watered, seeing visible bruises on her both wrists, testifying how she was cuffed like an animal last night.

She lifted her hand to rub the swollen bruise on her forehead only to find the spot damped with ointment.

What was the point of this? After destroying her what was he trying to prove?

Her irises lowered and traced the marks on most parts of her body, mocking her ruination.

"Why?" Her damaged soul complained.

Why was she so helpless? A stranger came out of no where and ruined her whole life in a night.

Her mind pledged her body not to smile ever again. She lost her reason to survive.

She wasn't living anyway. After demise of her parents, she was merely surviving yet this right was also taken from her.

After yesterday's night, what was the purpose now?

Her blurry eyes studied the surroundings. The door was unlocked and open, illuminating the whole room with bright light.

A beep from her left side made her jump. Startled, she turned her head and found her purse lying nearby.

Weakly forwarding her arm, she fetched her purse and took her phone out of it.

Your flight is confirmed. Was what the text read.

Theo.

The name alone was bringing her on verge of tears again.

How will she face him now?

She was destroyed. A lone tear rolled down her pale cheek, screaming her anguish.

Edward. The man she never dare crossing path with, he ruined her life for some allegation he didn't have proof of.

How could he? How will she face the world now? The hypocritical society always end up blaming the women.

Tightly shutting her eyes, she tried to numb her panicked mind which was going insane with emotional trauma.

Whimpering with each moment, her weak body stood up from the mattress, taking support from concrete wall.

Her eyes were blurred with unshed tears, still she could make out red strains on the mattress, screaming her purity which was snatched off from her.

Barely conscious, she grabbed a loose shirt from the floor and wore it weakly, her body jolting with pain.

She looked around with her blurry gaze and found pieces of her tore dress.

The dress in which she was beaming just yesterday, and now it laid there, as a mockery to her crushed fate.

Sobbing heartbrokenly, she wrapped a white sheet around her, desperate to hide any mark that could remind her of yesterday's trauma.

She took weak steps towards the exit of room and was about to walk outside when her puffy eyes caught sight of bundle of cash and note on small wooden table.

Ignoring the cash, which looked as mockery to her, she grabbed the paper and unfolded it.

If she had not read the note, she would have never believed that broken soul could be broke again.

Thank you for yesterday. I had great time. Here's your price. Although it's more than you deserve as your service was quite rebellious, but let's just pretend it as my generosity.

If you ever get short in customers, don't forget to ring me. I'll be more than willing to use you again.

Regards,

Your humble client.

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Edward stepped inside the cottage with food container in his hands, looking around with analyzing eyes.

Nothing looked out of way. Did she not wake up?

Shrugging, he placed the breakfast on kitchen counter and started taking the things out.

He had brought food for her, knowing she had been starving from yesterday noon when his men kidnapped her.

Albeit he kept the door open, curious will she be able to escape with lack of strength.

Small part of him was hoping for her to be there. Though, he successfully did what he brought her here for, yet he didn't feel any satisfaction.

Something has been bugging him from the time he woke up.

Perhaps guilt.

But why? He felt frustrated at his own thoughts. He did the right thing. He avenged the humiliation of his father and him.

Yet, there was no elation from his side.

And then the fact that he lost his virginity for a revenge was other thing he has been pondering on from morning.

She wasn't this much worth than why he did all that trouble of losing his purity to just passerby was beyond his understanding.

Perhaps, he had severe anger issues. That's why. Yes that's it. He isn't himself when he is raging with fury. That will explain his impulsive step.

Evelyn was love of his life. Although, temptation was hard to resist, still he had never dared going behind her back.

Yesterday, his anger and rage overtook his senses. He did something he knew would bug him forever.

Nevertheless, he didn't care.

As long as he had given that girl a good lesson, he could care less about other facts.

And why remorse? Although she was her first, but Edward was damn sure he wasn't hers. She must have that much clients that she would have lost the count long ago.

Placing freshly cooked breakfast on tray, Edward grabbed it and began to walk upstairs, not knowing what to expect.

Now that he was done with his revenge, he just needed to kick her out after treating her a meal. That too, if she still had the indignation of staying behind.

Then again, he had to remind himself that he shouldn't keep expectations from a prostitute. 

Edward wondered for second why did Evelyn and Chloe bothered befriending her even after knowing her shameful profession. It wasn't something people of his circle would mind, but Edward absolutely hated the profession and it's professionals.

It's something his mother chose over him and his sister, something that left a deep scar inside him. So, he didn't had any respect in his eyes for it.

His thoughts were cut short once he approached the door. Inhaling deeply, he pushed it open with a kick and was met with vacant room.

Disappointment was visible on his features. Poking his tongue on inner side of his cheek, he entered further inside and turned to place the tray on the table.

His frown deepened finding the bundle of cash there neatly placed like it had never been touched. Astonishment and shock was glimmering in his charcoal orbs.

That had him taken back.

Why would a money seeking girl drop the opportunity to avail bundle of cash that could free her from prostitution atleast for a month.

Did she do it on purpose? To make him feel bad?

Or did she find her job more entertaining that she didn't feel the need to substitute it?

Edward felt annoyance birthing in his nerves.

Why the fuck was he even investing that much thoughts on mere whore. He gave her what she deserved. Now it was time to move on from this phase of life.

He would pretend like yesterday didn't occur. The fact that Evelyn moved on too quickly from him awared him that she wasn't the girl for him. He has severely punished the girl that caused havoc in his life.

Now he'll pretend girls named Evelyn or Hazel never existed in his life.

With profound determination on his blank features, he tossed the cash on the table.

Her loss if she didn't take it. He gave zero fucks.

He was confident she would come running back to him in a day or two to fetch the cash she left behind to restore some of her self-respect. That Edward wasn't sure if she had any.

He felt weirdly frustrated.

Pinching the bridge of his nose in fury, he turned around and was about to walk out when something caught his eye.

There was a stain on mattress.

Frowning slightly, Edward walked forward to have a closer look.

However, his steps stopped midway, feeling blood draining from his system. He frozed entirely, feeling numb.

There was blood stains on the mattress.

The longer he stared at the stain horrified, more he could feel his stomach churning into uncomfortable knots.

Edward felt his vision getting blurred. The sudden revelation made him dizzy. He felt blackness around him.

That could only mean one thing.

She was virgin. Hazel was a virgin. And he roughly had his way with her.

He had raped a virgin. An innocent.

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