The Obsession of Revenge
CHAPTER 1
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A woman was sitting down with shabby clothes, her arms tied in chains, her face full of bruises and bloodshed. His body was covered in wounds, his muscles were sore and cramped, making him occasionally groan in pain.
A coughing sound echoed within that dark and silent room. It had been three days for no apparent reason he had been locked up in there, without water and food.
“Air, water ...,” murmur is down.
His eyes caught the condition of the room, glancing right and left. Dim, dim, dim, no clear lighting.
As the sound of footsteps came closer, stunned, the woman immediately opened her eyes wide. All he knew was that someone would come to torture him again and again.
A well-built man stood his head down towards her, his sharp eyes glaring with curling halis. The man squashed in front of him, grabbed the bruised jaw and inflicted severe pain.
The woman grimaced in pain.
“Yada Aurora, That's your name?” The man with the baritone voice asked.
There was no answer whatsoever, all that was heard was the breath of gasping between enduring the pain on his face.
“They tortured you very well,” he said with a smirk.
“Does this hurt?” His fingers gripped the bruised jaw firmly, making him groan even more in pain.
“L-let go of me!”
“I'll ask you one more time, and you'll have to answer it. Is your name Yada Aurora?”
She swallowed her hard-earned saliva,“Ya.”
The man smiled wryly. “Good, very obedient woman.”
Allard released his grip on Yada's face, then he ordered his subordinates to untie the chain on the woman, and the rope slipped off, Yada's body instantly collapsing onto the floor.
“Master, he lost consciousness.”
“Obati his wound, and don't let him die.”
“Good, Mr.”
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His fingers touched the glass table covered with dust, his eyes softly looking around the desolate house uninhabited. His mind was in a fog, he only had one word namely, late.
“Yada?” call loud.
“Yada?”
Ruffled footsteps traced every corner of the house, running around, climbing every step of the stairs.
“Yada?”
He opened a door, the room was already very messy, there was no sound other than the roar of his breath and heartbeat. She stepped into a mirror on the dresser, reading a note that read, 'Your sister is in my hands.'
“DAMN!”
David clenched his fingers tightly, then smashed into the mirror until it broke apart. Had he not been late, perhaps his family would not have ended horribly.
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The grudge in the heart of Lord Allard Washington will never fade, instead the sense of vengeance is getting stronger as time goes on. The shadows will continue to haunt him, as if he continues to whisper if he has to avenge the death of his parents.
Allard sucked one stick of nicotine, emitting smoke right in front of the face of a beautiful woman named Yada Aurora. Her fingers rose, tracing every inch of her beautiful face with that smooth white skin.
“Of course, you have a beautiful face and clean skin because you grew up in a wealthy family. As for me, my body is full of terrible scars.”
Yada looked at him with anger, in his heart wondering where the crazy man in front of him was coming from now. I don't know what revenge that guy was talking about.
“Aurora? Nice surname,” Allard said with a grin. “Perhaps not long the name will be displayed on a tombstone.”
Allard hissed small. “It looks like there won't be any tombstones, because the bodies of you and your family will never be buried. Maybe you'll be dog food tomorrow.” He laughed out loud.
“What do you see, Yada? You can't accept?”
Even if you have a grudge with the Aurora family, you've been wrong for choosing me as a hostage material, they won't care. Inner Yada.
Yada smiled cynically. “Like a children's joke.”
Allard frowned. The woman who could still cry in pain, was now even arrogant in front of her.
“You're serious? Joke?”
“Ya!”
Allard brought his face closer to Yada. “What do you mean joke? Is this a joke?” His arm gripped tightly onto Yada's upper arm which was filled with bruises.
Yada biting his tongue withstanding the pain, his eyes were nusar fixed on the face of Sangar Allard.
Allard grinned. “How can you change your attitude with just one night?”
Allard pulled his body away. Some of his questions were only answered with a sharp gaze from Yada Aurora. There was no sound of crying, moaning, and begging. Not fun.
There was no need to torture him often, or he would die quickly. Thought Allard.
He took out a paperbag and threw it at Yada. “Jam nine exactly, go to the dining room.”
Yada saw the paperbag.
“Make sure your appearance doesn't disappoint me!” said Allard who then walked out of the room.
Yada opened his mouth after making sure the man was gone, and a droplet of fresh blood came out from there. It was a wound on his tongue from the bite.
My arm, it hurts no more than the old wound. His inner.
He shuffled down from the bed, looking out the window. The forest, outside was only a forest filled with lush trees. The window could not even be opened, like a room specially made for a prisoner.
Yada remembered the smallest time back then, where the same situation also happened. Before she was famous for being the young lady of the Aurora family, a similar incident had also occurred in her nature.
Why is my life so fucking shit? If it's like this, do I still need to be born?
Allard was in the reading room with a man. The man who was assigned to look for some information related to the Aurora family.
“They don't respond to anything?” ask Allard.
“Ya, Sir. They are very quiet.”
“Even after losing his only daughter?”
The man named Jasson was silent.
“Should I cut off the woman's finger as a sign of proof that she is my prisoner?”
“Oh ****!” Allard was upset.
“Where are they now?”
“They left exactly one day before you attacked the Aurora residence.”
Allard wrinkled in wonder. “The information leaked?” He looked at Jasson sharply. “Find the traitor! You should get it as soon as possible!”
“Good, Mr.”
Unexpectedly, within the mafia clan under his orders there were still people who dared to fight against him. In fact, Allard's cruelty is very famous in all other mafia clans. They will be afraid if they contradict him. But which rat bravely infiltrated and became a traitor within his clan.
Goddamnit!
Yada ran into the bathroom, squatted in front of the toilet and vomited out her entrails. Bloods. This is his third vomit today. His internal injuries turned out to be very serious, his chest felt extremely tight. It was all because Yada did not take the medicine that had been provided.
Better to die!
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