Late Redemption Of My Mate And My Sister
Brief:I, once a renowned belly - dance master, was the unwitting victim of a diabolical plot. My own sister, Sarah, and my supposed mate, Frank, conspired to have me violated. Their heinous plan was to ensure that the adopted daughter, Jenny, could perform belly dance in the blood - moon ceremony without any competition.
I was savagely assaulted, my body and spirit broken, and then callously framed, left to die in a pool of my own despair.
But fate had a different turn for me.
Against all odds, I clawed my way back from the brink of death and transformed into a special agent, staging a false death to escape the nightmare that had been my life. Frank, only after the damage was irreparably done, finally opened his eyes to the magnitude of his mistakes.
Consumed by a guilt so profound that it seemed to eat away at his very soul, he was left adrift in a sea of remorse.
However, it was far, far too late...
Content
The day before the performance, as I was about to step onto the stage and showcase my long - awaited talent.
Out of the blue, a group of masked assailants ambushed me.
In an instant, a thick, musty - scented cloth was forcefully pressed over my eyes, plunging me into pitch - black darkness.
Before I could even let out a scream, I was roughly grabbed and dragged away.
When I was finally rescued, my genitals were shattered into countless pieces, the damage so severe and irreversible.
My mate, filled with unwavering love and determination, spared no expense in seeking the best medical treatment for me.
He was hell - bent on avenging my suffering.
But then, in a quiet and desolate stairwell corner, I overheard a conversation.
Frank's voice, filled with hesitation and doubt, echoed through the empty space. "Sister, was it really right for us to do this to Alice, just to prevent her from participating in the belly - dance performance and ensure Jenny could carry out the blood - moon ceremony?"
My sister Sarah let out a cold, mocking laugh.
"Frank, you simply don't understand. Alice has always been a show - off. She's well aware of how much Jenny has been looking forward to this performance, yet she keeps throwing obstacles in her way. Jenny, being an adopted daughter, has always had to walk on eggshells in this family. She has no one to rely on in this world. I will never allow Alice to ruin Jenny's chance. If she stands in the way, she can't blame me for being ruthless."
"But Alice is your own flesh - and - blood sister," Frank's voice carried a tinge of reluctance.
"So what if she's my sister? On a daily basis, she bosses Jenny around, flaunting her status, and has long since cast aside the family bond. In my heart, Jenny's happiness is of utmost importance."
Upon hearing these words, my tears silently trickled down my cheeks.
I couldn't stop my body from trembling uncontrollably, and the tears of despair gushed out like a flood.
So, my misfortune wasn't an accident at all.
It was a deliberate act by my most trusted mate and my own sister, all to eliminate me as a stumbling block for Jenny.
After they finished their discussion, the two of them walked into the room.
"Alice, it's me, Frank. Don't be afraid. I'll protect you forever, and no one will ever bully you again,"
My sister was sobbing pitifully, her face a picture of distress.
"How dare they hurt my sister like this? I should have them torn limb from limb and thrown into the sea to feed the fish," she cried out.
"Rest assured, even if it costs me my life, I'll cure you and make sure you can continue belly - dancing," Frank added, feigning determination.
I stared numbly at Frank's masterful act, my voice weak and filled with disbelief. "Really?"
"Of course it's true," .
Frank, his heart wracked with guilt, dared not meet my eyes.
The nurse, holding a water cup, approached the bedside with utmost caution.
Gently, she propped up my head, attempting to slowly pour the water from the small spoon into my mouth.
However, my lips seemed to be glued shut, refusing to part no matter how hard she tried.
I lay there, my body rigid.
The room was filled with an oppressive silence, broken only by the nurse's soft sighs and the faint sound of her futile attempts to offer me a sip of water.
"Please, girl, cooperate a little and drink some water," the nurse pleaded.
She tilted the small spoon slightly, trying to let the water droplets trickle slowly along the corner of my mouth.
However, most of the water slid down my cheek, soaking the pillow.
I fought with all my might to regain control of my body, willing even just my lips to move.
But every muscle in my body seemed to have lost its connection to my will, remaining completely unresponsive.
Seeing this, the nurse put down the small spoon and picked up a straw instead. She gently inserted it between my tightly - closed teeth, attempting to squeeze a little water in bit by bit.
But my throat seemed to be locked, and even the instinct to swallow had deserted me.
The water pooled in my mouth, unable to make its way down my throat.
Some of it even choked into my windpipe, triggering a violent fit of coughing.
Yet, even as I coughed, my body remained as motionless as a log, without the slightest hint of a rise or fall.
Sarah stood by the side, her hands tightly gripping the corners of her clothes.
Frank, on the other hand, turned his back.