Chapter 3: Discarded

The familiar smell of the mansion graced my senses and I almost fainted from anger.

Anger at the fact that it took me almost an hour to run out but a few minutes to be dragged back.

As soon as we entered the house, the man just go.

Letting me fall so harshly, I could swear that I heard a bone in my leg crack.

I couldn't help but gruan from the harsh pain that traveled throughout my body.

“Thank you for helping me bring my daughter back to me. I'm in your debt”. My supposed father said as he came out, looking somber and grateful.

He's such a good actor that if I didn't know him, I would believe all that he said.

I hated this man si mubh because he made sure you give me sounds where it will never be noticed so no one suspects that he abuses me and in the contrary, people think I'm his prized possession.

The man kept silent, but I could feel the tension in the air and knew very well that there was more to this visit.

This was definitely the person who breached the security system.

The security system was one that was wired in the way that once my father enters the hisue, it locks usbalk in, except the cave path.

I hadn't even finished my hypothesis, when they both had guns pointing at each other at the speed of light.

The sight brought a little gasp from my mouth as I watched the scene unfold in front of my eyes. It was so fake that I almost snorted, but nothing prepared me for the next words that left his mouth.

“Donga, I came for your head and from your knowledge of me, you know I'll leave with it. So spare me the drama and surrender”. The man stated in a bored tone, while clicking his gun, ready to shoot.

“I betrayed my master, of course I should pay.” My father says again in his fake somber tone

“You may have my head but please promise me that my daughter will be safe and protected. Know that I do not deserve to make any request but please promise me. That's all I ask master”. He says as he falls to his knees in front of the man, making my mouth almost fall open from shock.

As dumbfounded as I was by his sudden fake love for me, I was also shocked by his submission.

He was a proud mafia leader with many gangs under him.

This man must be very powerful, probably the head of all the gangs and their leaders in the state, including my father.

The man let out a dry chuckle that sounded nothing like a chuckle but a threat.

“You cherish your family but can destroy another's? That quite amusing to see Donga.” He said as he approached my father and shoots one of the two hands he placed on the floor while in a bow to the man.

The scream that tore out from him almost made me feel bad, but I could not help the satisfaction I felt in the pit of my stomach at his suffering when I remember just a percentage of the torture he has put me through.

“Please don't hurt my daughter.” He roared as he cried for his own pain.

His concern for me making me concerned that the man might have actually lost his mind.

My mind wandered, wondering about why exactly he was still acting in this moment but then it hit me.

“No.” I whispered to myself, as I realized.

He was doing that to make me seem very important to him so that the mafia man would hurt me instead of him, thinking he was causing my father excruciating pain.

“No, no, no.” I chanted, in shock at such level of scheming, but for some reason I could not bring myself to say any other word but no.

Before I could think again, my head was in sharp pain as the man grabbed my hair, forcing my neck up to look at he and my father.

Immediately the mafia man focused on me, my father smiled and I lost my mind, alongside all reasoning.

Filled with anger and helplessness, I screamed and trashed around.

“Monster, monster!!!”. I yelled as my whole body shook with anger but I couldn't move as I was being held down by the man, with his hands to my neck.

“You want to know what a real monster looks like?!” He yells, as he landed a dirty slap to my face, knocking the wind out of me and actually bringing me out of my hysteria.

“I'll show you.” He smiles, dragging me by my hair towards the door. I begged again, desperately.

I would rather suffer here than be taken my a mafia leader because I knew that my torture here at least didn't always involve tools

I'm not who you think I am to him. Have mercy!” I screamed with frustration and fear.

It was pathetic, I knew but I didn't care.

“Father help me please!” I called out to the monster that birthed me but he just smirked at me, being very careful soonas not be caught by the mafia man.

I had no idea why I even tried, but in this moment, I called out to everything and anyone as I was being dragged away but nothing and noone helped me.

I was dragged like a heavy bag being carried by a weak person, through the mud and dirt like a dirty rat but I guess that was what I was to everyone.

Filthy, useless, a burden and not even human

My plea for mercy fell on deaf ears because to them, I didn't deserve it.

After being dragged for a little while, my skin was bruised and felt like fire but I had stopped fighting because there was no strength left in me.

I gave up.