THE ENTERTAINER
CHAPTER 17 (Bag. 2)
Trigger Warning!
Please be wise in reading. If you are uncomfortable or have a trauma with self-harm, please skip this section. Thank ye. Authors.
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After being satisfied with Rose's body, which had been covered with bruises, the prince forced Rose to listen to his words.
“Wait for me, Honey. I'll come every night to enjoy you again. Oh, naw. What if I bring you back? It will be more delicious if you can enjoy your body anytime.” The damned man laughed loudly while Rose only heard it helplessly. Will he return to the village? Undergoing torture every day? Rose could no longer.
“Prepare your things. I'll be back tomorrow night,” he said while re-wearing his clothes and pants.
The door opened, then closed. The man had already left Rose who was still staring at the ceiling of the dim room. Her tears are dry. There's nothing left.
Rose recalled what one reason made her want to live now. His head was circling around looking for that reason. Rose smiled softly, she realized, she had no reason whatsoever. He then turned his face to the glass table beside him. He woke up with a body that felt pain in all its parts. With trembling hands, he picked up the glass, and slammed it hard.
One of the shards that had a size that was not too big but had a sharp tip, he chose, as a tool to make him escape from his destiny.
With weak footsteps, he headed back to his dorm. He opened the door slowly, Naya and Clara were asleep. His eyes stared at his brothers. For a moment, he felt valuable. For a moment, he felt like he had a family. And for a moment too, for the first time, he felt loved.
Her tears are shed. He doesn't want to go. He wants to stay with them. Even though she was a prostitute. But, if he had to be forced to live in hell with that jerk again, then he chose to stay in the real hell.
Rose walked towards the table, picking up a piece of paper and a pen belonging to Clara. Write a short message about her feelings of gratitude and love for her two sisters. He muffled his crying voice by tightly closing his mouth. He didn't want to wake them up.
His hands trembled as he folded the paper. He did not turn around again, he was afraid of losing his courage. After locking the bathroom door and turning on the water from the shower, he sat down limply, staring once more at the shards of glass he had already held. Rose closed her eyes along with the scratches she made. Her tears fell, but her lips curved beautifully. Finally, he is free.
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“Rose, flu later, Deck. Don't take the bath.” Naya's hand knocked on the bathroom door. But, there's no answer. Only the water continues to fall.
“Rose?” Naya knocked again.
Naya started to feel something was wrong. Sure enough, when he saw a paper that had been folded neatly on the table, he immediately grabbed it, then read the first sentence there. Naya's legs were squeezed, she ran straight over and smashed her arm into the locked door.
“ROSE!” naya shouted with tears that had fallen. Breath choked. Clara woke up in shock.
“Nay, why?”
“ROSE! PLEASE, BROTHER PLEASE.” Naya shouted out softly. He still rammed himself into the tightly shut door.
“NAYA!” Clara moved up and held Naya who was like a fidelity.
“Ra, Help open the door.”
Clara realized something was happening when she saw Naya's panicked face. “OK, equally. One ... two ... three...”
The door opened. Their bodies stiffened, Naya shouted hysterically. Clara with a clouded look was looking for something to stop the bleeding. He drew a towel, then pressed the gaping wound together with a deep red stream that covered the white floor.
Due to Naya's loud screams, some of the women who had just come home approached them in the room. It only took a few minutes until Naya's room became a spectacle. A woman who saw what happened, immediately ran looking for Madam Riya.
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