Chapter-5 "When the Devil shows up"

Author's pov 

"Would you like to have some help with your bath, dear? " the one and only lady maid who looked like she was in her 60's offered to help her.

But Amara just simply shook her head as a "No" in reply and glacing at the dress he left on her bed for the last time, she headed straight towards the bathroom and closed the door behind her.

Stripping herself naked in front of the mirror she saw her hideous reflection looking at back at her sadly.

A mocking laugh left her pale lips as she couldn't help but to pity her own pathetic looking body which was totally drowned in blood and scars. A long scar was imprinted on the edge of her left eye and which reached till her cheek bone.

She is disgusted by her own self she doesn't want anyone to look at her like this, being weak and pathetic. She knew that she couldn't bath by herself but still she refused the old lady just because of that sole reason.

Disgusting! Vulnerable! Weak! Pathetic and Hideous! She got disgusted by her own form. She's more disgusted by knowing the fact that she didn't do anything to escape.

Why? Is that because she still thinks he could change and apologize to her for his cruel actions or she's too shook to even process what was happening to her?

Wait an apology? She laughed at that word.

But why is he doing this to her? He didn't even think of telling her the reason. But still she doesn't even want to ask him, she already knew how he's like and what kind of person he is. She doesn't want to give him reasons or any explanations of her innocence.

Because she knew the fact that Tristan Sanchez is stubborn. He's possessive and a way too stubborn for his own good.

A chick needs to come out of it's egg by it's self to be alive, if you forcefully break the egg shell from the outside it would die. Tristan has a similar mentality. He wouldn't listen even if you show him the truth to his own eyes, but he will believe it once he gets to know by himself.

Whatever the reason is, it just doesn't justify his imprudent actions of hurting her. But what do you expect from a Mafia. He has been trained to be a perfect heir for their family so that he could take over his father's empire. There's no wonder that he's this cruel to the people who he held as his hostages.

Standing under the shower she hissed when the cold water hit her bare bruised skin. She doesn't want to cry but still the pain she's trying to endure brought tears to her eyes. It's fine, she could just lie to herself that it wasn't her tears but the shower.

Just a while ago the old lady came to her saying that she was sent by the young master Tristan. She doesn't have any  clue as to why she needed to accompany him for that so called party or whatever it is.

But still she's determined. She's determined to escape this time maybe her leaving this mansion would give her a chance. Moreover she wanted to see her mother. If she knew she would get kidnapped right after arguing with her mother she wouldn't have just hurted her mother so bad.

"I'm sorry mom, I should have just listened to you." she mumbled under her breath as she closed her eyes letting the tears to damp her wet cheeks.

Stepping out of the shower she wrapped a towel around her naked body and sighed recalling that she didn't bring the dress which she was told to put on.

"You can come out dear, I'm here to help!" She heard her voice from the other side of the door.

She didn't say anything but kept silent while turning her fists into balls.

"Hmm, I don't think you could get yourself ready by your own. Your body is still sore isn't it!?" Amara heard the maid's voice again and she stepped out of the bathroom realizing that she doesn't have any option other than agreeing with her.

That's how she got dressed up in a black lacy dress which hugged her body showing off all those gifted curves which looked like they were sculptured by the god himself. Mrs. Hess, the old maid who helped Amara to dress up praised the girl who's looking herself in the mirror dressed like an angel.

Her short hair which reached till her shoulders was styled by the old lady in a very appealing way and her pale face was covered up with a light makeup. The old lady made sure to style her hair so that the scar on Amara's left eye would be hidden good.

Gulping down the lump in her throat Amara saw herself sitting in front of the mirror looking at her own reflection. Hideous! That's what came into her mind in the first place.

The dress was chosen by Tristan himself and now she is aware of his deeds. The beautiful black dress was so perfect and fit to her that her breasts looked full and perky. Her pale hands were slim and she noticed the traces of marks on her wrist which made her to recall the days when she was chained and locked up.

Her pale lips were painted red and she clenched her fists when the cold air brushed stroking her back softly. It was backless. The dress was backless revealing her bruised back to be evident.

The scars and the cuts which were no where to be healed quickly, painted her back perfectly. Suddenly she felt a warm thing over her shoulders and she saw Mrs. Hess draping a maroon colored cape jacket which hid the vicious scene.

"I can just help you with this alone. I'm sorry, dear." the old lady spoke making Amara to let out a sad smile which didn't reach her eyes.

"We need to get going, or young master will get mad." The maid insisted making Amara to follow her words.

Stepping out of the mansion she was rounded by guards who were instructed to make sure that she wouldn't escape. She was blind folded as soon as she stepped out of the mansion and was guided to a limousine with her hands tied up.

Just like that she couldn't even get a clue about where they were heading to? Whatever happens today she was determined to escape from this hell.

Within a few minutes she found the limousine halting and found herself getting guided out of it. And just like that she can sense that everyone left her alone.

The atmosphere around her became colder than before and she felt someone untying her hands. His cold fingers graced over her pale skin and his slight touch made him realize who it is.

She met with his cold flaring eyes as soon as he detached the blind fold from her eyes which made her to blink her eyes due to the sudden light hitting her face.

His eyes were fixed on to hers as she blinked her eyes batting her long lashes. Her deep brown eyes which were now staring into his, the eyes which used to depict pure warmth and love towards him once were now stern and serious.

But still he's not satisfied. Even though he hurt her, even though he tortured her, nothing made her weak. She's weak physically but not mentally. She is strong enough to handle herself even now as he could see her strength right in her eyes.

He wanted to see her in pain, moreover he wanted her to cry for being alive instead of his love. His eyes flickered over to her jacket which made him more furious than ever.

With in a few seconds he yanked off her jacket exposing her bruised back.

"Burn it up" he threw it away ordering his men to burn the jacket up.

"How low will you stoop Tristan?! You're making me feel disgusted." she commented as he circled his hand around her waist and walked straight towards the entrance of the party hall.

"It was just a beginning honey. You will get to see how disgusting you're even to be alive." He whispered viciously as they stepped into a big hall crowded with many people.

Dim lights, wine, giggles, laughter, everyone was minding their own business until The great Tristan Sanchez stepped in with his date.

Everyone's attention went to the couple who looked extremely odd with each other for a strange reason. As they kept walking, whispers engulfed the hall making it hard for her to breath.

"Look at her scars. Her back is full of scars."

"Eww, how disgusting."

"Looks like she's not that obedient whore to him."

"Mr. Sanchez is really strong. He's cruel too just look at her wrists. And her thin body. She must have been starved till now."

Everyone's attention is solely on her. She kept walking straight with Tristan by her side until a voice shrieked in horror.

"Dad, an Ugly Monster." She halted in her steps as soon as she heard the little boy's words who pointed out at her.

Monster? Right! She must look like one with those scars. Her eyes flickered over to the boy who looked like he was about 5 years hid behind a man as he caught Amara staring at him.

She slowly elevated her eyes to the man and captured glimpse of a familiar face. Rowan knight, even though  she didn't meet him till now, she heard he was the doctor who checked her up when she's unconscious. So, he has a son!

"Mr. Choi, from now on don't let him boss around. I know he insisted on coming here without my knowledge. Take him home right now." Rowan commanded the care taker of his son and Mr. Choi just dragged Noah away even though the 4 years nine months old boy kept whining.

Tearing his gaze off his son who got dragged out of the hall forcefully, Rowan stomped towards the man beside Amara who was standing still while maintaining his cold glare.

"Amara!, I'm sorry but can you please excuse us!?" Throwing his words out in a hurry Rowan grabbed Tristan by his arm harshly and brought him to a deserted corner.

"What the hell are you even thinking about bringing her here?" Rowan yelled at the younger getting angry by his imprudent actions.

"What do you mean? Isn't it justified to bring her out. Now see! She is getting attention of everyone here, just like the way she wanted." crossing his arms he shifted his gaze to the girl who stood there in the middle of the hall with her clenched fists on either sides. Humiliation. That was the only thing she is feeling right now. That somehow made him smile.

Tristan kept his gaze still on Amara who was guided to the female group who were not even trying to hide the fact that they're gossiping about her.

 He got dragged by his arm again but now a little bit more harshly than before.

"Tristan! Do you know what was the meaning of bringing her here as your date? Are you out of your mind? This isn't something for kids and wom-"

"What was Noah doing here?" Tristan asked clearly cutting of Rowan's words.

"I sent him away, I didn't know that he was going to follow me. Now don't change the topic. Send her back! You clearly know what kind of women everyone else in here bring as their dates."

"Whores!, sluts! and strippers. I know. Every woman in here is a whore. Including her"

"What's wrong with you? Why are you doing this to her? Just because you lost something precious doesn't mea-"

"If you're going to tell me how wrong I am! Then you can stop now. I'm sure that you know me very well!"

Tristan said as he glared at his best friend since childhood Rowan knight.

"Oh, Mr. Knight and Mr. Sanchez! What are you doing here? Come, let's have a drink!" Dylan Parker, invited both the men for a drink, unintentionally ceasing the conversation anomg the two friends.

As soon as Amara headed towards the group of ladies they stared at her in a knowing way, and left the place except the woman who stood staring at her with a glass of wine in her hand.

"So! You're the date of The great Tristan Sanchez! You managed to get hate of each and everyone here this fast!" she chuckled as she sipped on her wine in an elegant way.

Amara just stared at the only girl who started conversation with her. The girl seemed like she was in her mid twenties, looked extremely gorgeous dressed in her wine red dress accompanied with deep neck line in the front showing off her cleavage a way too much. The side slit of her dress exposed her long thin legs and her lips painted in the color smiliar to her dress made her look more sexy and appealing than any other girl present in the hall.

Amara found it odd, the vibes coming from every woman in the hall were kinda weird. To be honest she found her own outfit to be more decent than others.

"Are you perhaps staring at me because I haven't introduced myself yet? I'm Katherine , date of Mr. Parker, the man who is with the guy you came with" She pointed out which made Amara to steal a glance at the three men who were having a conversation on the other side of the hall.

"Looks like you are a tough one to deal with huh?" Katherine commented as she noticed Amara's scars on her back by tilting her head a little.

Amara just kept silent as she was embarrassed by her own self, and it made the Katherine to let out a small chuckle.

"I see that you are still new to this. Have a drink, you have to do these things often, so get used to it." She offered a glass of wine which was on the counter, to Amara.

"I don't drink Mrs. Par-"

A loud laugh erupted from the lady as she heard the word coming from Amara.

"Oh, sweetheart what made you think that I'm his wife?" she asked as she tried hard to control her laughter but Amara just shifted her gaze to Katherine's neck where a pendant in the name "P" was hanging on to the chain around her neck.

Katherine recognized Amara's gaze instantly and shook her head from side to side accepting the fact that the girl before her is too naive to be in that kind of environment.

"Don't tell me that you think same about the girls who were here earlier?" she asked as quirking her eyebrows questioningly only to get a nod in return.

Now she didn't laugh. Her gaze turned stern and serious as she stared at Amara with a hidden emotion.

Letting out a little chuckle she leaned her back against the bar counter and took a sip of her wine which she placed it on the island earlier.

"No one in this party is a woman with dignity. Let this thing get into your mind clearly, all men in here are Mafia and all the women in here are either sluts or strippers. And attending to this party means declaring yourself as one of us."

Slut?! Stripper! Is this why Tristan told her to accompany him? Is this the way he wanted to humiliate her?

"I'm not, I am -"

"I know! You don't fit in here, but you will be forced to. You see they will torture you till you be obedient to them, whipping, chaining, slapping everything will be too much for you to take. And if you're a virgin, then it will be worse."

She as she stared forward with a smile which didn't reach her eyes.

"You See, in this world, the more cruel you are, the more respect you gain. That's how everything works here. So, don't bring yourself trouble, trust me you will just find a reason to regret if you disobey." she concluded taking a last sip of her wine.

"Amara!, my name is Amara Rivers!" Amara said as she the found the girl in front of her strangely familiar. Her words felt like she was giving an advice to her so that she could be at peace.

"You're just like me right!?" She asked making Katherine to shift her gaze to her but she just laughed in return.

"Yeah, I used to be like you. My father brought a huge debt from Mr. Parker and I am still paying for it with my body. I was brought here when I was 19, I was a tough nut just like you. But now I regret being like that."

"You know what!? You're lucky. At least you weren't raped by a new person everyday. And now I got used to it totally! Maybe because I was raped each and every day for a whole year?" She chuckled in the end but it was more like she is laughing at her own fate.

"Have you ever thought of escaping from them?" Amara asked making Katherine to widen her eyes in surprise.

"You haven't thought of it ever? I guess you didn't." Amara concluded as she observed veronica's facial expressions.

"Trust me, you will gain nothing but scars and regret." Katherine said but she herself knew that the girl didn't take her advice to heart neither to brain.

Amara is determined to leave this disgusting place. She was thinking of ways to escape but all of a sudden lights went out making everyone to panic.

A loud thud was heard in the middle of the hall with which the lights turned on.

Amara's eyes went wide as she stared at the shocking scene in front of her.

There was a man who plummeted on the floor with blood all over his mouth and body. His hands were tied to his back depicting his fingers without nails. His body was in red shade showing off the fact that he was burned by hot water being splashed over his body. His skin was scratched in some areas and nobody would have a thought of his skin getting peeled by a peeler. And he was crawling on the floor, trying to call for help but too bad he doesn't even have a tongue as it was detached forcefully without any mercy.

A huge gasp left Amara's lips as she saw the man getting shot right on his forehead making his blood to flow like a river and he fell lifeless on the floor.

Every one started whispering about the scene but everything went silent as soon as a deep voice spoke.

"Damnnnn! He struggled hard to live, didn't he? Now Mr. Parker do you think anyone would dare to work for you as my spy? I highly doubt it, I guess no one wants to get a painful death like this!" the man spoke placing his hand on the hip as he directed his words at Dylan Parker who stood there with his eyes wide open.

"No wonder he's called Hades" Those comments and whispers made the man smirk in victory.

Amara just kept staring at the sudden arrival of the man dressed in clothes which were smeared with blood all over. Even though she's too shocked to watch the scene in front of her, she didn't fail to note the name of the devil who's still smirking with a gun in his hand.

HADES OF THE MAFIA WORLD, DAMIAN KNIGHT!