Hard.
That was the only word that was capable of describing the past two weeks in a big unfamiliar world. The first week was the worst week, where series of disturbing events knocked her down like a hammer on a nail.
Her suffering began the moment she woke up in a big hospital. When she was walking out, still perplexed as to how she ended up in the hospital and not in the pack, a woman snatched her clothes and yelled curse words at her. She went on about money and money in the public and threatened to rip her clothes off if she didn't pay her money.
Thanks to the people around, they begged on her behalf while she stared like a girl whose virginity had just been taken. It took her three hours to realise she wasn't what she thought she was, or rather, she wasn't who she thought she was.
She almost ran mad when she saw her reflection in the mirror after wandering around for hours. She tried to find her way back home but she realised she wasn't in Australia, to worsen it all, she was in a different era.
She had slept on the street for two days, believing it was all a nightmare she'd wake up from, but when the following days were smooth sailing rather than glitching and jumping, she realised she actually transmigrated. And none of it was funny at all.
It all still felt like a game and someone with the remote above was probably laughing his soul out.
Eliana later met Brice, the boy who claimed to be her cousin and saved her from drowning in a party. He told her he had been searching for her and scolded her for leaving the hospital without his consent.
He took her to her so-called house that was nothing but hell. Whoever the owner of the body was, she was pretty fucked up. Brice had been a very big help to her as she learned to start accepting reality. He never got tired of her and assumed she just lost her memory instead of believing the rant about transmigration she told him.
He got her a phone and after three days of staying in Avice's house, she moved into his own when she couldn't take the early morning noise on her door and lack of electricity and water.
Turned out Brice wasn't all sunshine either, he was working his ass off to pay his mother's bills and only lived in a room. Though, it felt weird staying in thesame room with a guy but a part of her felt comfortable because she knew Brice only saw her as a psycho pathetic cousin who wouldn't stop disturbing him.
As a girl who grew up in place where everyone knew everyone, finding herself in a big city surrounded by large skyscrapers was a bit terrifying, not to mention the busy road and the annoying sounds coming from cars and the jets and all sorts of aircrafts flying above every minute.
Everywhere was so clumped up and busy. To worsen it all, the girl's body, Avice, was as weak as hell. And she was so heavy and could hardly run a long distance.
Eliana was used to her swift, feisty body running through the woods, most times, in anger. She had a lot to work on, people kept popping out of nowhere accusing her of things she had no idea of.
Because of that, she dyed her hair blond and went around with nose mask. Blonde, the colour she had always wanted on her hair, but she couldn't because it might upset a certain person.
A person she was missing...
She was supposed to hate him. She knew she was supposed to wrap his name in a paper and shit on it but she couldn't bring herself to hate him completely.
She hated him partly now—triumphantly—but her mind would constantly drift back to him and the thought of what he'd be doing would evade her mind like a thief in the night but that was all in the first week.
Apparently, Brice had forced her to look for some jobs instead of sitting around uselessly. He said he was being nice despite his burden because Avice would do the same. And it confused her for a while. Was Avice a good person or a bitch? Because she'd never wish her lifestyle on her worst enemy, not even on Raven.
Rex was rarely occupying her mind lately, she was too busy to think of anything other than money. She worked twenty hours a day, switching jobs and would only rest for four hours.
Sometimes, Brice's shift blended with hers and she had never worked so hard in her life. To be brutally honest, being on the battlefield was much better than working twenty hours a day.
"Rub it well". A man sitting next to the table she was wiping bellowed at her.
Eliana dropped the golden tray in her hand as she applied more pressure on the stubborn blue stain on the table. The man who bellowed wasn't the only one staring at her, there were people, mainly tattoed and pierced men, sitting round the table. Some were puffing smoke out of their disgusting mouths while some were keeping their lips busy with either another lips or boobies.
The huge man who bellowed at her had no partner and Eliana swore he was eye-fucking her the way she rocked back and forth. He was enjoying it.
She swallowed, and it took a huge courage to stop cleaning the table when she noticed it. She was disobeying him and men like him tend to be violent, and he was surely the type to call out the boss of the club just because she disobeyed him.
"Why did you stop? Didn't you fucking hear me?" He screamed in her ear and it took all in Eliana not to throw up on his bad breath.
She stood up straight and tucked the napkin in the apron pocket in front of her before intertwining her fingers on it. "I do not think it can clean now. If it makes you feel uncomfortable, perhaps you'd like a table cover?" She asked politely, her voice fighting against the loud music banging from the speaker below them.
Eliana knew better than to confront a man from the 'upper‐game' as Brice would call it. Upper-game customers were the boss' favourite customers because of the huge amount of money they often paid to sit above everyone, to watch everyone from above. And receive special treatment in return for the huge amount of money they poured into one night.
Suddenly the man looked up at her and grabbed her arm in a way that made her jump. "Sit down". He tapped his fat thigh.
Eliana snatched her arm away, stepping back a little as she said, "I'm fine".
Knowing the man would burst soon, she looked over her shoulder, hoping to catch sight of Brice staring up at her from the bar and asking if she wanted help with gestures. But no, she couldn't even see the bar itself, just some people jumping and rocking in response to the beat of the song.
Snapping her back to her awful situation, the man grabbed her waist and pulled her forcefully on his thigh. Instantly, Eliana's body charged in defensive way and instinctively, she brought her elbow forward and then forced it back on his face...or nose.
The man's grip loose and she hurried out of it, standing in front of him as he groaned in pain with his hands on his nose. The people around him sent dagger-eyes at her and before they could act, the man bolted up and gifted her lovely face with a hard, brain knocking slap that sent her entire body to the floor.
"Oh, that stings". She muttered under her breath when her tongue touched her busted lip. She was screwed and there was no escaping.
What a great life you have, Avice! I bet you're enjoying mine, she thought.
She was yet to snap out of the tiny ring in her ears when the man dragged her up, bringing his face closer again.
"Now, you're going to do every fucking thing I say. When I say bend over, you do so". He said and the men who heard him laughed.
Eliana found herself chuckling, her head immediately questioning her sanity as she did. She just annoyed a man who wanted to have sex with her as revenge and all she could do was chuckle? Not beg for her freedom?
"Fuck off". Were the only word that came out of her mouth the moment she opened it.
The expression on his ugly face ran wild and with a strong grip of her short hair, he pulled her head back only to slam it forcefully on the table.
Eliana's head bounced back and she collapsed on the floor, hot liquid slipping out of her forehead. At first, the bang resonated in her head for a solid thirty seconds before she regained her sight.
By now, she could feel her blood soaking her scalp slowly and she wondered why she didn't pass out. She should have passed out, that way, she'd wake up on the floor in Brice's room, safe and sound.
And she couldn't pretend anymore. It was too late, the man was glaring down at her. And now, he was probably going to have sex with her and sell her to other boys as well. Eliana weighed her chances of escaping and knowing she wouldn't survive, she turned around—flat on her stomach—and began to crawl away.
The men threw their heads back laughing, surprised at the stupid move she was taking. Apart from the men around the table she cleaned earlier, other men and sluts watching from different tables were all smirking.
But while everyone made fun of her, there was this one man, sitting faraway in black shirt and staring at her, or better, observing her. He had a neutral facial expression and surprisingly, he was the only one sitting at his table. No one else was with him. Not even a girl.
Eliana was always the type to follow her instinct. Her instinct was always right and what it was telling her to do was the most irrational thing ever.
But she did anyway.
Eliana forced her self on her knees. On all four, she scrambled as fast as she could, her mind focused on getting to the man who didn't look a bit concerned about her.
The ugly man followed her and before his hand could touch her hair, Eliana grabbed the man's leg, hugging it immediately as she shook nervously.
She was too weak to fight the huge man, only if she still had her powers. The useless body she was in could hardly lift a box.
The owner of the leg she was getting her blood on looked down at her, not saying a word. Not even a bit disgusted by her weird approach. He had no expression on his face. It was like he was expecting her to come to him.
"Say it". The man finally said. Even if the music was loud, Eliana still heard what he said, loud and clear.
She shook, holding his intense gaze. "Sa–y what?"
The ugly man started to bend to drag her leg back to his table.
"Tell me to save you". He replied, his hand making its way to the bottle in front of him.
Eliana's stomach dropped as the ugly man grabbed her ankle. Refusing to process any shitty words, she opened her mouth.
"Save me, please save me!". She pleaded, her eyes closed as the man started to pull her away.
Just as her hands started to slip away, he muttered the word 'good' and jerked up from his seat. When Eliana turned her face up, her mouth dropped wide open at what the man she asked for help did.
He swung the bottle he had grabbed after she begged him to save her, and as hard as ever, he smashed it on the ugly man's head, pushing the remaining piece in his hand into his chest.
Eliana's eyes widened in shock as she watched the black shirt man move forward, pushing the fat ass man back with the bottle in his breast. He didn't stop walking, pushing the man who screamed for help until he got to his table, his blood dripping down.
Eliana covered her agape mouth. Who did she just ask for help?
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Hi lovely readers! Just wanna thank you for everything and yeah, posted two chapters today because of your supports. This chapter should not even be here. I just wanted to show you that Eliana is in Avice's world and is dealing with whatever shit Avice was supposed to deal with. While writing this chapter, I felt like Eliana deserves her own story and probably there'll be a book two that'll only focus on Eliana and the mysterious man. I don't know yet, just thinking but then I thought i should ask for your opinions. Should I write her story or just close it off?
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-I'm sorry if any grammatical error made you uncomfortable. It'll all still be edited after the end of the story–
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