Warning- Contain Intense scene of child manhandling and abuse .
Read at your own risk or skip the chapter .
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"Did you do what I asked of you?" a man's voice filtered through the phone, cold and demanding.
"Yes, boss, I did exactly as you said. I have taken the little girl," Scorpion reported, his voice tinged with a mix of satisfaction and curiosity. "Everything went as planned, but I have a question: how did you know that Adam's daughter hadn't gathered the money yet?" His curiosity was palpable. He marveled at how his boss had so accurately predicted the situation, leaving him feeling perplexed and unsettled. It was clear to him now that his boss was far more formidable than he had initially believed.
"That does not concern you. Do your job well, and you will receive your remaining payment. Make sure to torture that little brat; it will make her sister come running to me sooner than expected," the man said curtly, abruptly ending the call.
The young man sat heavily on his bed after the call ended, taking meticulous care to place the phone in one of the drawers and ensure it was hidden perfectly beneath a stack of old, discarded newspapers. His mind raced with the weight of his boss's instructions, and he tried to push away the gnawing sense of unease that the day's events had left him with.
"Sophie, my dear Sophie, soon you will be in my arms, and I will no longer have only dreams about you," he murmured to himself as he lay back on his bed, his voice soft yet tinged with a dark anticipation. His handsome face split into a wide grin, the expression almost feverish as he closed his eyes and took a deep breath, as if savoring a distant, haunting memory.
"I can still hear her irritating voice. Shut her up!" Scorpion shouted with growing frustration when he heard Stacy's small, muffled cries coming through the cloth gagged around her mouth. The sound of her pitiful cries only fueled his anger.
"Shut up, you little brat!" Spider snapped in response, following up with a loud, resounding "smack" across her face.
The impact left a stinging red mark, and more tears streamed down from her eyes. She struggled against her restraints, desperately trying to stifle her cries, but her efforts were in vain.
Another day—
"You want to see your sister, don't you, little girl?" Scorpion said with a sadistic smirk as he stood before the small girl, who was trembling uncontrollably in the chair. Her fear was almost palpable, and Scorpion reveled in the sight, his smile widening with every shiver that ran through her. She nodded eagerly, her small frame shaking with the intensity of her desire to return home. Her sister was the only one who had ever loved her; neither her mother nor her father had shown her the affection she craved.
"Well then, we shall play a game. It's called 'Cry for Sister,'" Scorpion announced, turning to one of his lackeys. With a deliberate glance, he signaled the man to fetch the camera. The lackey moved quickly, understanding the cruel intent behind the game.
"You will cry for your sister to come and save you while we record, okay?" Scorpion said, his grin widening as he observed the tears beginning to form in the little girl's eyes. He took a twisted pleasure in the sight, savoring her distress.
"Start recording, Snake," Scorpion commanded, and the man with the camera positioned it directly in front of Stacy's face. The lens captured every nuance of her terrified expression.
"Now cry. Shout for your sister to come and save you," Scorpion instructed, stepping back to give ample space for the camera to record her face. The room fell into a tense silence, punctuated only by the muffled sounds of Stacy's struggle.
Stacy looked resolutely at the camera, refusing to shed a single tear. She knew exactly what these men were trying to do. They wanted to exploit her tears to torment her sister, but she would not give them the satisfaction. Her sister had always whispered words of encouragement into her ears, urging her to be strong and assuring her that she would come to her rescue. Fueled by this memory, Stacy stared at the camera with fierce determination, her eyes ablaze with an unyielding spirit.
Scorpion's eyes flared with anger when he saw the girl's defiant stance. "Cry, you little bitch!" he roared, his voice filled with venom as he moved to slap her across the face. The strike left her reeling, but she continued to defy him, her eyes shimmering with a mixture of fear and determination.
"I'll make you cry," he snarled, his anger transforming into a cold, deliberate rage. He reached for a hot iron rod from the fire used to light the dimly lit room. The rod glowed ominously as he brought it close to her face. Stacy's eyes widened with terror as the acrid smell of burning metal filled her nostrils, and she could sense the impending danger.
Scorpion brought the red-hot rod down toward her lap, where her dress had ridden up as she struggled against her bindings. His gaze locked onto her face, savoring the fear that danced in her eyes and he smiled manically.
"This will definitely make you cry," he declared with a cruel satisfaction on his face while lifting the hot rod and bringing it down with a deliberate, punishing force onto her exposed skin.