Just then, the sound of a helicopter approaching could be heard. A voice came over a loudspeaker, "Mr. Connor, stop the vehicle now and release Miss Daisy. Or we'll be forced to take you down."Mr Connor yelled back, "You can't do anything! Shoot me, and Miss Daisy might end up dead!”As I looked back, I saw the helicopter chasing after us, and another one lowering itself to the sports car Drake was driving.His bodyguard took over the driving seat, and they switched places. Drake used his incredible strength to get into the helicopter that had lowered itself over the car.The kidnapper turned to me and sneered, "What are you checking, bitch?" He hit me on the face, making me bleed from the mouth. It was painful, but I knew that if I wasn't rescued, I would face an even more dangerous fate.Location: Helicopter (Drake's POV)"Shooting him with a sniper will result in a heavy accident, and it could claim Daisy's life," a man thought.One of the men on the helicopter spoke up, "I'll con
"I said we die together!" Mr. Connor shouted, as I turned to run and he detonated the bomb blast.Someone tackled me to the ground, forcing me to lie flat as the explosion rocked the air. I closed my eyes, bracing for the worst.When I opened them again, slowly, I expected to see a different world. But I was still on earth, surrounded by the chaos of the blast."Are you okay?" Drake's bodyguard asked, helping me up.“Yes”."Thank God the bomb he detonated wasn't that powerful," he added, looking back at the destruction.I turned with him, and my eyes widened in horror. Mr. Connor's body was mutilated beyond recognition. Some of the desert police and their cars had been caught in the blast, twisted metal and debris scattered everywhere.I turned around as I stared at Drake, who was now standing out of the helicopter. At this point, I didn't know if I should walk over to him or remain standing.Moments later, after Drake finished talking with whoever he needed to, the forces started dis
"Too much for being a righteous man," he replied, his expression unreadable."If not, I would have harshly treated Mr. Oparah, and he wouldn't have had a choice but to pass me.""Now, for threatening me, I won't tell you your punishment now," he said, his voice low and even."But the punishment will come after we defend."My heart skipped a beat as I realized my mistake. What was I thinking, threatening him?I decided to adopt the same mindset I'd often heard men express: "Something must kill a woman." So, I chose to focus on the present and not worry about the future. Let me enjoy this while it lasts, I thought."So..." I trailed off, expecting a response from Drake."I'll take you on a tour of the capital city and give you a clearer view," he replied."But that's if you're not bleeding anywhere.""I'm not," I replied."Fine, your threat worked," he said."Please, can you st
I decided not to utter a single word again. Her hatred for slaves must run deeper than the earth itself.I hoped she wouldn't treat me the wrong way, but I doubted she would. No, not when she was afraid of Drake. Even I myself didn't know how Drake viewed me, who knows? I suddenly thought, smiling at the fantastical thought in my mind. What would happen next in this dream case scenario was that she would be killed if she killed me. But I prayed that would never happen, I mean the killed parts.Not long after I settled down, my minor injury was tended to. Different tests were carried out on me, and scans were done to check for internal bleeding, but everything resulted in good news."I'm leaving," I declared."You can't leave," she declared. "Because even though it's good news, we still need to treat your cold and fever.""So, will I be good to leave tomorrow morning?" I asked, as two nurses with her were busy with a task."Yes, if you're completely whole then," she replied.With that,
"Slave Daisy... You should know that your useless self doesn't get to experience privileges like watching a movie where all humans or half humans are," Gloria sneered. She is the daughter of the president's PA.At this stage, I couldn't bear to raise my head any longer, feeling as though the ground should swallow me whole. The humiliation was suffocating."I'm astonished they sell movie tickets to slaves too," a woman remarked, her tone laced with disgust. "This is the first time I've seen a slave come to watch a movie. Wonder shall never end," a man added.The ridicule was too much to handle, and I felt my face burning with shame."Enough!" Ruby yelled at the top of her lungs, silencing the crowd with her sheer force. "I'm the one who invited her, and what law states that slaves can't watch movies?" she demanded, her voice echoing through the room. "Slaves possess every human feature, just like us, and paranormal abilities to boot!
"I work under Sir Drake as a slave, and we're also collaborating on a group work assigned by our lecturer, which Sir Drake voluntarily chose to participate in," I explained, glancing at both the manager and Ruby, who were listening intently. "He gave me this card, tasking me with managing the research that will involve expenses and purchasing any necessary food items. As an added privilege, he allowed me to use the card for personal expenses as well.""I think that justifies your connection to Sir Drake, but I'm still suspicious," he said. "You've portrayed Sir Drake as generous, even to a slave... which, as I said earlier, is hard to believe. I'm still suspecting because no one treats a slave like that, especially not Sir Drake, who should have a deep-seated hatred for slaves."I smiled, choosing not to respond. Instead, I turned to Ruby and said, "Ruby, I guess that clears up some of your thoughts, doesn't it?”"Yeah, a bit, but I'm still suspicious
Even if my mom were dying and needed money, I would never consider prostitution as an option. I would work multiple jobs, day and night, to earn the money, but I would never compromise my values.Prostitution poses a significant risk of contracting sexually transmitted diseases, some of which can be lifelong and incurable. It also devalues and ridicules individuals, labeling them as "sluts" and worse. There are so many disadvantages to prostitution, which is why education is crucial, not just for young girls but also for boys, about the dangers of unprotected sex.I vividly remembered the wasteland, where some parents allowed their children to engage in prostitution in the city, and others who were old enough made the choice to join willingly.The next day, Elena visited her ailing mother in the hospital, looking worried and concerned. She deposited the money she had earned and used some of it to buy other essential items."You know
Daisy POVAfter her mother was totally whole, instead of stopping, she didn't, meaning she may have gotten addicted to it. Until someone had her one night, and that same person, who seemed to be a fraudster, started threatening her with her sexual videos and nudes. She was ashamed of herself. She started doing the fraudster's bidding, until she couldn't meet up with the demand any longer and started hating herself for taking this path to begin with."I can't believe she got cornered," I declared."Trust me, her shame is shaming me" Ruby declared, as we continued watching, our eyes and mouths not stopping for even a second. As we watched, we ate, and as we ate, we drank.The fraudster, Samuel, called after he saw she wasn't paying again. He posted the news on all the school's social media pages.The shame was too much for her, and she couldn't even go back to her house, as it was close to the school.At the end of h
"Daisy, is there anything you're not telling me?" he asked. It took me a while to respond, and when I did, I simply said, "Yeah." "What is it?" he pressed. "The walls have ears," I replied. "Yeah, they do," he agreed, and we continued standing beside each other, lost in our own thoughts. As the minutes ticked by, Drake finally spoke up. "Let's go to my car." We got to his vehicle, got in, and his bodyguard stood guard outside. "I'm listening," Drake said, turning to face me. I was initially at a loss for words, unsure of how he would react to the secrets I wanted to share. What if he became angry or turned against me? What if he stopped talking to me? The thought of losing his friendship was unbearable. "Daisy, what did you want to tell me?" he asked. "I..." I stuttered, but before I could continue, the words tumbled out in a rush. "M
"Lead the way," I declared, and she obliged, guiding me to a secret location. I had initially wanted to inform our lecturers, but I decided against it, following her instead. As we entered the apartment, I was taken aback by the sight of Drake standing there, waiting for me. "Drake!" I exclaimed, surprised by his presence. "I'll take my leave," Exa announced, departing and leaving me alone with Drake and Joe. Drake's intense stare made me feel uneasy, and I wondered what was on his mind. Now that I thought about it, the jet we flew in on belonged to him. Did he already know about the incident on the jet? Did he know that someone died? And, more unsettling, did he know that I was the one responsible? "Daisy" was all he said, his voice low and even. I felt a surge of nervousness as I waited for him to continue. But then, he asked, "Did your stomach still have a little space left?" His question caught me off guard, and I was surprised by the unexpected turn of events. "Why did you
I grabbed one of the plush towels, which looked and felt brand new, and wrapped it around my waist. The towel seemed small compared to my hips, but it would do. I stepped outside, and Sarah was still fast asleep.I took my time, doing everything I needed to do, including changing into fresh clothes. Yet, Sarah remained soundly asleep, oblivious to my activities.I was done with everything I wanted to do, and I put my things back in their place as I began to wonder: was she naturally a deep sleeper, or had she not slept at all last night? It's a known fact that light sleepers tend to sleep more deeply if they haven't slept the night before or for more than two days.I got out and sat down on the couch, deciding to flip through channels until I found something interesting to watch. My mind briefly wandered back to the events of the previous day, but I quickly pushed the thoughts aside. Maybe I'd confide in Drake about it later, but I hadn't made up my mind yet.As I watched the show, I
"Draco," I called, my voice firm."Why are you contacting me?" he declared, his tone cautious."I have Love with me, and she'll die if you don't do my bidding," I declared. He fell silent, and for a moment, I wondered if the intel I bought was incorrect."I don't believe you," he declared, his skepticism evident."Let's use WhatsApp," I suggested, a sly smile spreading across my face. "I won't only let you hear her, but you'll also see where I hurt her." I referred to the injury she sustained when I pushed her into the vehicle's trunk.I ended the call and switched to a video call, which displayed only his woman, struggling to communicate something to him with her mouth covered. I brought the phone to my masked face and spoke to him.But before I could speak, he beat me to it."What did you want?" he asked, his tone firm."I want your life," I declared, my voice cold and detached, as the woman I had ti
"Yes, it was destroyed by someone before the event," he replied."What type of being is that man?" I asked, curiosity piqued."A human," he replied matter-of-factly."Is he one of the workers in the plane?" I asked, seeking clarification."No, he is not," he replied."Now that's confusing," I said, furrowing my brow. "It simply means that, as far as he's not a registered person, he's the one targeting someone and getting killed in the process.""Yes, I thought as much," he agreed. "But then I couldn't grasp the fact that, even though he was killed in self-defense, why didn't he or she report the case to us?" he declared, his tone laced with puzzlement."Except the person is a slave," He added, the implication hanging in the air."Yeah, that's what I'm thinking, except the person is a slave," I added, Daisy's image flashing in my mind."Listen, and I repeat, listen carefully," I emphasized, my tone firm. "This case should die with those who know about it and not be investigated further
All hope seemed lost as I frantically thought of an explanation, with all eyes on me. I didn't want to attribute it to my period, nor did I want to reveal the truth. "I'm not surprised you're a useless, clumsy slave," Felix sneered. "Spilling red grape wine on yourself is childish." I breathed a sigh of relief, thinking I was safe. But then Mrs. Jordan, seated at an angle where she could see the stain, chimed in. "I don't think it's red grape wine," she declared, her words sending a jolt through me. "And if it is not that, it doesn't look like the right position for a period, even if it came unexpectedly, and it's a little stain," she added, her eyes narrowing as she scrutinized the stain. At this point, I thought it wise to swallow my fear and explain myself and the events that had transpired. Just as the silence was about to become unbearable and I was about to confess, Felix intervened, unwittingly saving me from trouble. "It's the wine," Felix suggested, "I saw the way she
As I looked at the assassin, I barely heard him whisper "Betty" in pain. Water fell from his eyes, and his hand slipped from his bleeding wound. He died. A new wave of fear washed over me as I realized I had just killed someone. I shivered, staring at the blood on my hands. Panicked and trying to conceal what I had just done, I dragged the body and hid it. "Daisy, I can't believe you just killed someone," I whispered to myself, my hands shaking uncontrollably as fear consumed me. Yes, he was an assassin, and my actions could be justified as self-defense, but the weight of taking a life was crushing me. I stumbled to a nearby sink and began washing my hands with soap, desperately trying to scrub away the blood and the guilt. My hands trembled violently as I rinsed them, the fear of what I had done still overwhelming me. As I walked towards the exit, I started to clear the blockade, my mind racing with thought
"I told you, didn't I?" he yelled, his blade flashing in the light as he aimed it at me. I dodged it by sheer luck, my fear-fueled instincts taking over. But in my attempt to evade him, he grabbed my hair, and I felt a searing pain as he dragged me out. He pulled me across the jet floor until my back slammed against a dead end. "This time, you won't be able to dodge my attack," he yelled, pinning me to the it with one hand. I begged for my life, my voice trembling with fear. "Please don't kill me." He released his grip on my shoulder, his eyes roaming over my face. "The more I look at you, the more I find you beautiful and attractive," he said, his voice low and menacing. He began to toy with my loose hair, his fingers intertwining with the strands as he held the knife in his other hand. "It's such a pity that such a pretty thing will have to die," he added, his voice with sadistic sentiment. "Don't worry, since
Upon arrival, I swiftly completed my task and began heading back, only to be surprised by a man with a deep scar on his chin approaching me at an unusually slow pace.“Mr., you must have missed your way around,” I thought aloud, noticing that this place was designated for females. Instead of responding, he continued walking closer, his cold, calculating gaze fixed on me and I felt alarmed.He was a stranger, and the menacing look on his face made me wonder what he was after. I took a cautious step backward as he advanced, my fear escalating. “What do you want?” I asked, my voice laced with apprehension, as I continued to move backward.Instead of responding, his expression turned even more sinister, his eyes seeming to bore into mine with malicious intent. This unsettling standoff continued until my back hit a dead end, leaving me with nowhere to escape.He brandished a knife, and I was consumed by fear, thinking, "Is this how I'll