Chapter 114 Someone, Help Me
Kira’s POV
I guess no prince is coming to rescue the princess. Too much for a fantasy world…am I right?
I felt a calloused hand on my shoulder and jerked back. “Get the fuck away from me!” I screamed, twisting. “You’ll pay for this…you hear me? All of you!”
Miranda held up a hand. “Stop. Maybe she’s ready to talk now.”
She pulled out her phone, switched to video. “You’re going to confess right here. Tell the camera you purposely provoked me at my own sister’s funeral, knowing how fragile my mental health is. You made me say all that crazy shit just to satisfy your delusions. If you don’t…” She nodded at the thugs. “These gentlemen get to have their fun. And I’ll still post the video of them defiling you anyway. Either way, I will win. Let’s see if your powerful husband can fix that. You messed with my love life, destroyed what I had with Antonio, and made me look like a maniac in public. That’s unacceptable psycho. You’re going to pay…one way or another.”
I stared at the camera lens, heart hammering. “Why not go live instead, fool? Bigger audience.”
She slapped me again…harder. My cheek exploded with pain. I groaned, anger boiling over, voice coming out hoarse and raw. “I dare you to hit me one more time, sisi. I’m going to tear you limb from limb and make you eat your own fucking fingers.”
She froze…a flicker of recognition passing through her eyes. But just then, her phone rang before she could swing again. She answered, voice switching to sweet in a heartbeat. “Mom… I went out for some fresh air. Really? I’ll be there right away.”
She hung up and turned back to me with the biggest, fakest smile I’d ever seen. “So apparently your husband helped clear up the misunderstanding by shutting the media up. Anyone who dares to broadcast what happened will be sued by The Draven’s group. No one thinks we killed that little bitchy dead freak anymore. And he didn’t stop there. To clean up your mess and to apologize properly, he’s proposed a deal with my company…”
Hearing her call my mother’s company “hers” made my blood boil so hot I saw red. But I held it in.
“Now if you’ll excuse me,” she said, already turning, “I’m going to go sign that deal. I’ll decide what to do with you when I get back. Oh…and I’ve got my eyes on your husband since you ruined my chance at love. I have a good feeling that we’re going to achieve great things together.” She laughed, mocking and high-pitched, then told the thugs, “Don’t let her escape while I’m gone,” and strutted out.
The second the door clicked shut, the men started circling me again. Licking their lips. Eyes crawling all over my torn dress and exposed skin.
“Gentlemen, what are we going to do with this angel?” One said, voice filled with lust.
“The boss said not to let her escape. Let's wait for her to get back,” one responded.
“She said don’t let her escape,” another one sneered, but he was already grinning. “Doesn’t mean we can’t have fun while we wait.”
They all chuckled, dark and hungry. Hands grabbed at what was left of my dress, tearing more. They argued over who should go first like I was a damn prize in a game.
Then they decided to play a game of Rock-paper-scissors, to decide who would have me first.
I watched, helpless, tears burning my eyes even though I refused to let them fall. Praying. Screaming Adrian’s name inside my head over and over. Please. Please find me.
The dirty one with rotten teeth won. He stepped forward, unbuckling his belt slowly, smiling wide. “I get the honor, cutie. Now be a good girl and it won’t hurt… much.”
His greasy hands touched my legs and I screamed.
I screamed more loudly as the others pinned my arms and shoulders down.
“Someone…anyone…please! Help me!” I cried out, but they kept laughing at me.
“No one’s coming, baby girl. Now, open and we will be done before you know it.”
Is this how I’ll end? Still violated by Miranda’s thugs on my own funeral?! Another wave of panic set in and I screamed for help, for Adrian, for anyone…until all of a sudden…
I didn’t feel anything anymore.
I opened my eyes moments later, and the world was a slaughterhouse.
Four bodies twisted into impossible shapes. One guy’s leg bent the wrong way at the knee, bone jutting out like a broken branch. Another had both arms snapped backward, elbows pointing the wrong direction. Blood pooled everywhere…splattered on the walls, soaked into the concrete, dripping from the ceiling like rain.
The metallic smell punched me in the face. My stomach rolled as I took in the sight and I almost threw up. It looked like a scene straight from a horror movie.
Who did this? Who saved me? Could it be…
“Adrian?” The word scraped out of my raw throat.
The metal door exploded inward with a bang that rattled my bones. And my heart beat spiked. Victoria burst through first, two of Adrian’s men right behind her, guns drawn.
“Princess!” she screamed, but it sounded like she was underwater. Muffled. Far away. My ears rang suddenly and my skin began burning hot then ice cold in the same second, like my blood couldn’t decide what temperature it wanted to be.
She dropped to her knees beside me, yanking a blanket from one of the guys and wrapping it around my torn dress. That’s when I noticed my hands. Covered in blood. Crusted under my nails. And the taste…coppery, thick…coating my tongue like I’d been chewing sucking blood…like a vampire…
Who… who did… how… when…
Another wave slammed into me. Not outside pain. Inside. Like someone had poured boiling water and ice water straight again into my veins at the same time. My muscles twitched, bones vibrating like they wanted to snap and rebuild bigger. I gasped, curling in on myself.
“Make it stop,” I whispered, voice cracking.
Victoria’s face swam above me, eyes wide with fear she was trying to hide. “Don’t worry, Princess. The Alpha is on his way. Just hold on.”
One of the men scooped me up like I weighed nothing. The blanket slipped, and I caught Victoria glancing back at the bodies as we left. Her face went ghost-white in pure horror.
I didn’t do that. I couldn’t have. I can barely open a stubborn pickle jar without breaking a sweat, let alone snap a human femur like a twig.
But the blood on my hands… the taste in my mouth…
“I did,” a voice female screeched inside my skull loudly and wild.
‘You? Who the fuck are you?!’