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Although she had no clue where she was or heading to, Rhea kept running and running, going past rooms after rooms when suddenly she was yanked off the ground from behind.
She screamed her lungs out, “Let me go! I said let me go!” Rhea struggled with the man from behind but the giggling idiot held her tighter and even took that opportunity to feel her up. That pig! She was full of anger.
However, the disgusting pervert was the least of her problems because more voices were coming in their direction, and to prove her right, she saw a man approach them.
“We’ve caught her!” The man announced and just when he was close to grabbing her, Rhea lifted herself and taking advantage of the man’s support from behind, kicked the man in the head and he fell straight to the ground.
“You!” hissed the other man who grabbed her from the back. He had not expected she would manipulate him like that and just as he was about to turn her around and carry her away, Rhea struck.
She was much faster than him and head-butted him with so much momentum that made her yelp from the pain as well. Gosh, that hurts.
Rhea and the man staggered on their feet, but compared to her, the man suffered much impact and wasn’t able to coordinate his movements so she took that opportunity to escape.
As if the universe was on her side, she came into the foyer and at last saw the door! The door of freedom!
If Rhea had been running previously, right now, she became the Flash because she added more speed knowing that her freedom was near.
Unfortunately, as she reached the door, she was pulled back by the hair causing her to cry out in pain. And just like that, she saw her door of freedom grow further and farther as she was pulled far away from it.
Rhea landed on the floor from the force and she glared up at the men who surrounded her, laughing at her misery.
“Hey,” One of them laughed, mockery in his gaze, “She’s quite a tough one,”
They circled and trapped her as if she was a circus animal. But Rhea was never one to give up. With a growl, she stood up and pushed the closest to her away while another grabbed onto her arm. It was that person that she turned and bit him so hard that she almost tore off his flesh.
“Aah!” the man screamed as Rhea held onto his flesh like a mad dog. It was really painful.
The others, seeing what was going on, quickly grabbed Rhea and began to pull her away from the man.
“I said let me go!” Rhea thrashed around as more than three hands grabbed onto her and successfully stopped her from becoming a cannibal.
“You bitch!” shouted the man whose hand was now bleeding and before anyone could stop her, rushed towards Rhea and slapped her on the face.
The pain tore through Rhea and her vision swirled. Her heart hardened amid the pain because as soon as she got out of here, her uncle and his family would pay for this.
Black dots filled Rhea’s vision yet that didn’t stop her from staring at that man with hate. God knew if her eyes were bullets, he would be long gone by now.
Rhea was surrounded at all sides and she knew even if she managed to escape them now, she wouldn’t be able to make it far. She was still on the floor when suddenly a path was created and someone came to stand in front of her.
Rhea was stunned when she looked up to discover that it was no other than the collector that had come to her place that day and everything began to make sense. She realized at that moment, her uncle had sold her off to pay off his debt.
“We meet again,” He said, smiling down at her.
“You!” Rhea didn’t know whether to be angry or grateful that she met a familiar face. Thanks to him, she managed to discover what was going on.
“What is the meaning of this?” she asked, trying to get up to her feet to no avail. She had somehow twisted her ankle during her fall and it hurt like hell.
Her inability to stand didn’t pass the collector by and he as well discovered the bruise on her face that had formed when that asshole slapped her.
…..
The collector scrutinized her and that made her pretty uncomfortable. Rhea couldn’t explain it but she had a disturbing feeling that the man was interested in her. She wasn’t sure but it was just an instinct.
He turned around and stared at his men hard before asking, “Who hit her?”
At that question, an uncomfortable silence took over and even Rhea felt the bloodlust emanating from the man. Her brows furrowed, why was he making such a big deal out of this? Moreover, would he even punish his men because of her?
“I said who hit her?!” His voice thundered across the foyer and this time, someone amongst his men timidly raised his hand.
Rhea looked up to confirm if he was really the one and it was as she expected. Unlike earlier when he looked confident and all, right now the man looked as if he would wet his pants anytime soon. Rhea wasn’t a saint, seeing this man in that state gave her a sense of gratification – he deserved it.
However, it seemed as if this collector had a high position in this gang because the others seemed to respect him. Although she hadn’t gotten the whole details, she made a mental note to get on his good side.
“I-t’s me, s-sir,” He stuttered, “The truth is that I didn’t mean to hit her but the bitch was so -”
Bang!
The sound of a gunshot was heard.
Everything happened so quickly that Rhea didn’t know what was going on until she heard a reverberating bang and the heavy thud of a body landing on the ground.
Her eyes went wild and she wanted to scream but it got stuck in her throat. Did he just kill someone? Not even her? But one of his men? Goosebumps appeared on her skin. She had thought he would punish the man, not actually kill him.
“This!” The collector began to address his men, “Should be a lesson to all of you not to touch what belongs to Big Joe. Am I understood?”
“Yes, sir!” their response echoed across the room.
“Now, dismiss,” He said nonchalantly as if they were some dolls for his services.
Meanwhile, Rhea didn’t move even when the collector leaned down and carried her off the ground. She stiffened in his arms as he began to take her back to her room, no, prison.
“You have no reason to be afraid of me,” he said to her, “Nobody would hurt you here,”
“As far as I behave,” Rhea didn’t even know when that slipped out of her mouth. Right now, it was nearly impossible to escape out of this place without a bullet in her head – he had demonstrated that.
“Why am I here?” she asked him as he took her back to where she had escaped from.