FALLING INTO HIS DEN OF WOE
{DO NOT FORGIVE ME ISOLDE}
CHAPTER 9
"Get her!" Lender ordered
"Isolde run!" Derek screamed as he struggled to break free from the guards holding him down
Isolde stopped in shock and her feet had been glued to a spot and she couldn't make a move
Because she had been lost in thoughts earlier she didn't notice the two cars parked in front of their house but now she can see it…clearly
A fat man is sitting on a rocky chair on their porch with a cigarette in his mouth, a lot of sturdy-looking guards stand around him and two of them are even holding her father down
Derek's face is all covered with bruises and he looked like he had been trampled over by a wicked animal, he must have been beaten she came back
Could life please treat her a little fair? What problem is she gonna face tonight?
She's still rooted to a spot when two guards came to grab her hand
"Hey! Let me go" Isolde yelled as she tried to free herself, this was the second time she had grabbed against her will today
The guards just ignored all her screams and lifted her up, half-dragging and half-carrying her to where Lender is sitting
Isolde could see a few of her neighbors standing and peering through their windows, she could see the deep pity in their eyes, and her heart suddenly sank, she cried for help but none of them helped…not even calling the cops
"Let me go! Who are you? How dare you touch me!?" she yelled angrily
The guards finally brought her to Lender, and she was made to get down on her knees. She huffed heavily as she glared at Lender
Lender passed his cigarette to one of his guards and grabbed Isolde's jaw to hold her head in place, a part of her hair covered half of her face and Lender smiled, a lecherous smile
"Let go of my daughter!" Derek yelled
"Don't worry, I'm gay" he said and Isolde's eyes widened
"She has clean and clear skin, she's feisty, pretty eyes, and good stature. Men will be dying to get her in bed, she's worth a lot of money" Lender said. One of the guards brought a syringe forward and handed it to Lender, the contents were purplish in color and Isolde started shaking her head as he uncapped the lid
"No…No, I didn't do anything wrong. Please" she pleaded, tears welling in her eyes
"Oh Barbie doll…I hate tears. Your father knows well, and if you're to blame anyone for the misfortune you're about to face, then it's your father. I hate those who break promises" he replied
"I have money in my bag. You can take it…please let me go" she pleaded again
"I don't talk too much Barbie…nightie night," he said and stabbed Isolde's neck with the needle of the syringe, he released all the content into her bloodstream
Her tears fell in rivulets down her face as her eyes slowly blurred. She must have been injected with sedatives; her limbs were the first thing that gave out, she couldn't move or control them, and they felt too heavy against her body. Her sight is the next thing that gave out, her eyes slowly closed against her will and the last thing she saw was her father's face, the hatred that grew in her heart was beyond bounds
'Let's not ever meet again, and if I meet you even in death,h I'll hunt you down and kill you. I promise you!' she said in her mind and finally gave in to the darkness she had tried to fight
"Good girl," Lender said as Isolde lost consciousness
"Let my daughter go you devil!" Derek yelled
"Just so you know Derek…whatever happened to this Barbie is your fault," Lender said as he stood up…the guards helped him up
"It's nice doing business with you Derek. You're still welcome at the casino," he said and turned to leave. A guard picked Isolde up and threw her over his shoulder, he took her to the booth of car booth and dropped her inside roughly
"Be careful with her…she's a rare and delicate gem" Lender snapped
"Yes sir"
The lender finally entered the first car and the car immediately drove off
DARK EMPIRE CASINO
As the casino owned by the most powerful man in the underworld, the casino is exceptionally big with different secret rooms holding different secrets behind the closed doors and only those granted access can enter those rooms
Loud roars of laughter could be heard coming from behind the closed doors of a room.
"I've never seen a rare gem as pretty as her, she's clean and almost soft like a doll," Fernando said as he chugged down his glass of rum, his eyes mirrored pure lust and desire as he talked with his friends, Lender and Marcos
"Where did you get her? I can already imagine her lying naked on my bed," Marcos said. He's the youngest among the three friends but also the smartest, he seems to be in his early twenties but he kicked off with Lender and Marcos because of his smartness
"I had her shipped from North Korea, she's also got some attitudes," he replied. Lender was quiet as he stared at the picture of Isolde on his phone obsessively
"Any buyer yet? Or will she be auctioned tomorrow?"
"There won't be any special activity for the main time. The Don is waking up in the next two days and everyone is trying their utmost best to please Emilius" Fernando said
"Emilius? Why Emilius? I thought the Don had two sons and two daughters, why is nobody talking about the second son?" Marcus asked
"I thought we've given you enough orientation about the whole empire but it seems you don't know about the Don's child, Ren," Marcos said, and cleared his throat, he leaned forward and pressed his elbow with his knee
"The Don has three legitimate children. Emilius, Emogen, and Imogen, who are from his late wife. The fourth child is a bastard and can't be considered his child even though he fathered him. The child has been unlucky since birth, he was born crazy…abnormal brain waves, and his mother was also killed before he could even grow up"
"The Don hates him and doesn't want him around. While the Don trained his three children he didn't train the bastard because he's weak. He's the weakest among the children which makes him not qualified for the Don's position. Also, the empire can't be handed to women so the only eligible candidate is Emilius" he explained and Marcus listened with rapt attention
"Hey, Lender. Since you came back from the hunt, you've been strangely quiet. What are you staring at on your phone?" Fernando asked and abruptly snatched the phone from him, Lender jerked
"Wow…damn! Who the hell is this angel" Fernando wowed as he stared at Isolde's picture
Lender reached for his own glass of rum and downed it in one go, he frowned slightly as the content burned his throat and cleared all the lust away from his eyes
"It's the gift I planned to give Emilius, everyone is trying to curry his favor so I thought of buying a slot for myself with her" he replied, the reluctance in his voice is evident
"She's even more beautiful than the North Korea girl. Is she really Derek's daughter?" he asked and Lender nodded
"Fawk…I can't believe my eyes" He gasped, Marcus leaned over and stared at the picture with a deep gaze
UNDERGROUND DUNGEON
The loud clang of metals was what woke Isolde up from her deep and endless slumber. Her body felt heavy and unmovable, her vision was blurry, and she heard distant voices as she slowly regained her consciousness
"Are you okay?" a voice asked
"Hummmm?" That was all she could mumble as her mouth wouldn't even open
"She's waking up! Hey, over here" the voice yelled again. Judging from the sound of the voice, it's a girl
Isolde blinked thrice and finally opened her eyes to see her environment, her memories slowly returned and her senses started coming back to her
"Where? Where am I?" she mumbled
"Hey let me help you up" the voice offered and that's when Isolde realized that she was lying down on the hard floor, her hand slipped under her armpits, and she pushed herself up against the wall
"Hey, are you okay? What's your name?" she asked. The girl's face finally came into Isolde's view and she was shocked
"Where is this place? Why am I here?" she asked
"Ok. One question at a time. For the introduction, I'm Cory and I've been here for the past few days" Cory said and she nodded
"Before you ask questions, look around yourself," Cory advised, and Isolde looked around at her surroundings. She's in a kind of cell, but it's smaller than a normal cell, and it can only contain two or three people. And there are other cells before them and in front of them, it's like a row of cells on the right and on the left and each of them had two or three girls inside
They all look tired, wretched, poor, and dirty. They are all putting on a khaki gown that reaches just the middle of their thighs, and even Cory. Isolde is the only one still wearing normal clothes
"What's your name?" Cory asked again
"I'm Isolde" she replied
"This place is one of the scariest places you won't ever dream of visiting, Isolde. This place is the second place to hell" she said
"What do you mean?"
"Girls are being auctioned for money here among the rich folks" Cory replied
*
The solemn sound of the swimming pool outside filtered into the room. The large suite is clean…too clean as if nobody resides there and it's eerily quiet like a graveyard
A bird cage is hanging near the door and an ominous Raven bird sat in the cage looking like a predator and its presence added more dark aura to the room
The door to the bathroom is slightly open and in front of the mirror stood Tushar, he's upper body is bare and his hold on the sink is so tight that the sink is starting to make a small creaking sound
His head is bent and sweat drips down his temples, he seems to be in pain
A big, long, and scary scar sat in the middle of his back…right across the line of his spinal cord. His head suddenly shot up, his red eyes coming into view as his head reeled and his mind travelled back to his childhood
17 YEARS AGO
11-year-old Tushar sat on his bed, a green flower origami in his hand. His room is small and almost too choky with only one window. A table was placed not far away from him
The room looks old and dusty, and that's because the Don only allows his room to be cleaned twice a year. He' also fed twice a day and he's to be served custard and pie
He's left alone in the room and his only companion is his black Raven bird. Tushar looked expressionless as he stared at the origami in his palm, he was examining it when the door to his room opened
He looked up to see a man entering his room, it's the first time he'll be seeing this man. The man looks weird, he has a ghost mask on his face and he also has a small briefcase with him. As he entered, he closed the door behind him and stopped to look at Tushar for a while
"Nice meeting you Tushar. I'm Ghost" the man said and Tushar just sat there, he obscurely reached for the rusty fork underneath his bed
The Ghost placed his briefcase on the small table and opened it. Lots of dangerous tools came into view, with different injection lines lined up. The man reached for a syringe and uncapped it, he faced Tushar and started approaching him with slow and deliberate steps
"We have a long way to go, Tushar, let's do our best to get along," the Ghost said, Tushar kept his intent gaze on the man's steps and immediately he was close enough he pulled out the fork in a swift move and he lunged forward, aiming for his abdomen since he's not tall enough to reach his neck
The Ghost seems to be expecting this move, and he easily caught Tushar and threw him against the wall with great force. Tushar crashed against the wall and bled from his mouth and nose, but despite the hard crash he didn't seem to give up yet as he clutched the fork tightly
"I love smart kids. How about I give you a small gift to celebrate our first meeting? That sounds cool" the man said
Tushar tried to stand up again, but a kick from the man sent him down again, and the fork flew out of his hand. The ghost knelt on his back and injected the unknown chemical into his bloodstream
Tushar yelled like a bull, his vein burst out, outlining his neck. His whole body burned and it felt as if his whole bones were being crushed, a black vein appeared on his neck
The ghost stood up and went to his briefcase, he took out a knife and went back to Tushar who was still on the ground, writhing in pain
"Let's get started with the beautiful gift," he said, and bending down, he brought the knife to the middle of his back and he dug it into his skin, dragging it down
Blood splattered out and flooded the floor. Tushar's whole body shook, and he felt like removing his skin from his body. He gritted his teeth and yelled with his might but no one came to help
The Ghost stopped the drag just beneath his waist, he stood up and looked down at Tushar, a smirk on his face. The knife was dripping with blood as he returned to his briefcase, he brought out a bottle with the label…SULFURIC ACID
He chuckled darkly as he returned to Tushar, and without a second thought, he poured the acid on the bleeding wound. Smoke erupted in the air as the skin burned, Tushar's eyes turned and he passed out right there, unable to take the pain