CHAPTER 2
Terry/Don Devil's POV:
I couldn't believe my eyes when I opened the package. I've killed a lot of people but not this type. A little girl covered in a rag dress and soaked in blood. Part of her hair was glued to her poor cute face. Miraculously, she was still breathing but was unconscious. For the first time, I felt sad for a lady I never knew. I picked her up from the bag in which they had kept her. Her hand fell back as if it was dislocated.
"Lilly, take care of her!" I called and ordered. She was afraid to come near me, so I shot in the air again before she knew I wasn't kidding.
She trembled, that shiver helped her carry the poor lady like her own baby. I didn't think she was heavy.
"Make sure she doesn't die and find out where she comes from. I'll take that piece of shit to where ever she belongs!"
I commanded and went to my room.
"Master, she didn't come around today, please. Don't kill me.", Imeo cried. I forgotten about her assignment. I just push her to the other side since she blocked my way. When I remembered what she was talking about, she had already run out if my room.
"Lucky You!!" I screamed and threw my phone and shotgun on the bed gently.
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Poor Girl's POV:
Auch! AM I dead or alive? I whispered when I woke up from either sleep or dead, I didn't know exactly. I tried to get up to do my morning routine but it seems there were no strength in my legs so I fell down.
My bed had risen. I don't remember having a tall bed. The place was dark and my eyes could barely open fully. It's like they were stuck with glue.
"Mistress, please, it's just 4am and it's not safe out there." The voice didn't echo as any sound usually echoed in my room. The only thing I had in my room was my blankets and some scrubs I had picked from outside to wash and sell.
The person didn't turn any light on, but she came and helped me get back to bed.
I started feeling extreme pain all over my body, from my head to my toes. I could feel pains everywhere. Suddenly, I noticed I wasn't in my room. What did those naughty men want from a poor girl like me? What box were they talking about? Sleep wasn't coming and crying was what I could do best at that moment.
"You are putting yourself and I in trouble", the voice said again.
"I'm dying, please help me", I cried.
"I wish I could, but your situation is critical, a qualified doctor will get in touch with you soon but take these first aid." She came to me and dropped some pills in my mouth. I didn't have the strength to resist them. My life was just tilting at that instance: it could fall at any instance. She was a lady and not men. I just swallowed and woke up the next morning.
My eyes were going round, this time. The pains were a bit relieved but my left arm was tied to my neck. The pains were extremely hurting but I could manage it.
I was in a different night gown which didn't belong to me. The room was so nice so I wondered if I had died and appeared in heaven. So many things run through my mind. One woman sat by my side quietly reading her novel. She didn't realize I was up.
"Is she my angel?" If I had an angel, why did she watch those giants beat me so hard till I died? I asked myself and looked at her. She could be in her early 40s but she looked young and beautiful than I am. I could tell from her face while she read her book.
"Hey, girl. Here let me feed you?" She offered.
I was so hungry, I didn't ask her anything. I could use my right hand so I grabbed a piece of bread from the plate and started munching. It was an expensive bread which I was quite familiar with, not just a mere one which I couldn't even afford. It wasn't an easy thing swallowing, my throat hurt so bad but I wanted more food.
"What's her name?" A male Angel came asking. My female angel got up and put her hand at her back. He wasn't handsome but very beautiful. I had never met someone like him. Angels are beautiful. I thought for myself.
"Where's she from!?", he asked again but it was weird. His eyes started turning red and veins appeared on his forehead all of a sudden, but his beauty still remained. Before, I could blink, his hand had moved faster to reach her neck while the other hand molded a fist in the air and landed it on her face. Blood suddenly rushed out from her nose and spilled on the floor. He raised that deadly fist again in the air in attempt to repeat it.
"Ahhhh!!!", I cried and tried to get of off the bed to escape hell. I trembled and continued screaming till I lost my soft voice. My tea, although hot, fell on me and I had unintentionally thrown my bread away. The tripod stand which my drip was connected to, fell on me. As I tried finding me way out, I hit my head on the table which stood close to my bed and blood begun ozzing down my face. I thought he was an Angel but that was a direct opposite.
The second blow didn't land on her face.
"Devil, please forgive me. She just woke up..." she pleaded and knelt before him.
Wait, what? Did I just hear 'Devil'? I asked myself.
He went out right after that and I thought that was all. The door was left opened, this time, I could see much better than the last night. He walked to and fro and his limbs didn't touch the ground.
"I think I need to deal with this piece of stinking rat out before I kill a maid. Aaron! Get her in the car!!" He commanded. His voice was so loud, each word he said kicked my heart. In less than a second, I saw myself being dragged out with my broken arm being held and I landed in a trunk. I remembered I was kept in such a dark place where I couldn't breathe, but I could breathe this time.
My voice was all seized. I heard music play in the car and it seemed familiar to me. One person played this song always when he passes by me with his porch car. Soon, the car screeched and halted. I gathered all strength, to jump and run even if my legs were failed to stand by my side. I didn't want to die, he could kill me at any moment looking at how that blows landed on my angel's face. I wouldn't have survived if I were the one. Gathering enough strength, I also said my last prayer. At least, I would meet mother and daddy somewhere as I always prayed.
Someone opened the car, lifted me and hit me on the floor like a piece of wood. He didn't care I was just a lady buy I felt nothing from that, the pain of dying took over my mind and body. My legs hurt but I could kneel and plead just as that woman did and was spared the second hit. The place seemed like a torture room, blood were on the walls and lights there were dim. I had been to such a place but I could decipher they weren't the same.
"Aaron wait!! don't shoot!, let me use my hand and save that bullet for something important." The Beautiful Devil said.
I was at the verge of death, so all I did was crying and pleading. I didn't know what I have done to them to deserve this. An innocent young girl like me who has lost her parents to a gory accident. This was how I was going to end. He knelt right in my face and looked me in the eyes. His lips trembled.
"Are you the girl who have been picking food from my trash bin?" He questioned and cleared some hairs from my face and left them to hung behind my ears. I knew it! from the bread I ate. It tasted the same way and there was only one place I ever tasted it. From the trash bin I stole bread from.
"Answer me!!", he yelled.
"Is that why he is going to kill me?" I thought and cried. I accepted my fate.
"Yes." I whispered. He scared to hell. "Please, don't kill with your fist, I may die early. Do it with a gun, that would be slow. Or better still, I'm sorry for eating from your trash." His face started changing again, just like what he did in the room.