45 The Devil was Also An Angel (2/2)

Then there was that accidental touch, a home visit, a little bit of skin contact, that doubt in your mind, and a need of support. All those things acted exactly as I planned. And then, here we are.”

I took another huge sip out of the glass and used my last question,” How did you know I would act the way I did?”

Amaan came down to one knee and touched her nose against mine. Then, she slowly spoke to me.

There are some things you need not know, girl. All you need to know is that you are mine now. And you will be very happy with me.

I put my arm around Amaan as soon as I heard that. I pulled her against me. Our breasts touched. I could feel the heat seeping from my body when I touched her.

I gulped the remainder of my liquor. As the liquid went from my throat to my stomach, I could realize how silent everything had become. Amaan was still in my arms. The maid was in my blindspot. And the bat was mere metres away from me.

I turned my head and whispered into Amaan's ear.

THANKS FOR MY SALVATION. THANKS FOR MAKING ME UNDERSTAND.

I gripped the whiskey glass tightly and swung it against Amaan's ear. A sudden crackling noise broke the silence in the room.

I opened my eyes as wide as I could and saw the maid ready to pounce on me. Her one had squeezed her glass, the other one held a kitchen knife upside down. She was ready to slit me in half. But her angry face against to wailing Amaan brought tears of happiness into my eyes.

Like a fish out of water, Amaan trembled in my arms she bled out of the side of her head. She was trying to free herself out of my grasp, but I didn't let go. Holding a broken piece of glass on her nape, I had the maid at the distance. I wondered what kind of face I made when I held this sadistic woman in my grasp.

I turned Amaan over we rolled on the ground. All the while, amaan's shrieks of pain felt soothing to me.

We rolled and reached right next to the baseball bat. Amaan was beginning to cry now.

Oh, how the mighty have fallen, I thought to myself. I let go of her back and grabbed her feet. With a quick motion, I switched my weapon and used my one eye to swing the bat on one of Amaan's feet.

Strike one!

Strike two!!

Strike three!!!

After swinging the bat three times I saw the bloodied and broken foot of Amaan. it brought me happiness. I checked on the maid, who had changed her color from raging red to raging blue. It seemed like she would pop a vein any moment.

Keeping my sight at the maid, I bent over to crying Amaan and spoke to her.

Hey Amaan, guess what? Seems like I had a sadistic side to me after all. And guess again. I was not the sacrifice this time. you were.

I said that and enjoyed her wailing one last time before I rose to my feet and ran out of the building.

After I exited the main door, I dashed to my room. I knew that if the maid was going to follow me, she'd look everywhere else, but she wont think of looking into the house. Placing my bet on that hypothetical situation, I ran until I reached my room.

I shed all the blood stained clothes and changed into a shirt and jeans. I packed all my essential documents and a knife into a handbag. Then I went for my shoes but a knock on my door made me skip a heartbeat. I looked through the hole. It was the cook. I cracked open the door slightly and smiled at me. But he was not smiling.

”Forgive me,” he said.

From his shoulder, I saw a hand rising. That hand held-

-A gun.

The maid, from behind the chef's shoulder, fired a round from her handgun. The fear that enveloped me in the moment made it impossible for me to move or dodge. I was just lucky that her aim missed and the bullet passed from above me. My already tense body tensed up even more. But it was the chef who came to my rescue. She held the maid's hand that she brandished the gun with and screamed at me to run away. Before I could make sense of the situation, she told me to run away. And so I did.

I ran.

I ran away.

Leaving the one person who protected me.

The one human who really came through for another person's life.

I left that person behind with possible death.

I gritted my teeth and silently put one foot before another.

Would I ever find peace? Would I ever find a moment to rest?

I saw a forest in front of. A perfect situation to lose the maid. And a perfect chance to escape and make a new life.

Shit, I'd have to call Trigman and Mapalla once again.

Out of nowhere, I heard the air getting sliced and something struck me out of nowhere. Was it a knife? A rope?

A whip.

The whip cracked against my waist and almost made me choke on my internal organs. I stumbled but somehow kept my balance. The forest was ten steps away. I could escape.

I heard a whip cracking behind me once again, and felt it coming in my direction. The fear and dread flooded my head, but the motivation to escape this hell kept me going.

The whip struck me high this time. it came from my underarm and wrapped my neck. For a moment, it felt like getting squeezed by an anaconda. I was at a loss of air. A heavy cough did throw me off my speed, but it was still not more than my desire to escape.

I turned around for a second, and saw the maid following me. She was out for blood, and didn't care for how much I had already spilled.

I entered the forest, thinking that trees and branches would save me. But the maid struck me on my feet and made me fall face first onto the forest bed. it didn't hurt much, but what followed did.

The maid stood on top of my body and whipped me relentlessly. The whip cracked numerous times against my stomach, my breast, my legs and my abdomen. All the pain was numbing me. The blood in my veins was going cold. At last, I could not resist anymore. All the attempts I had made to soften the blows went in vain. Every other blow made my body jump, like I was receiving defibrillation shocks. I could feel the wound on my head opening again, oozing the blood out once more. At the end, I gave up on my body and started slipping into unconsciousness.

When the maid saw my lack of resistance, she turned me around and I felt her hand slipping into my jeans. She put her hand in between my butt cheeks and whispered,” This won't hurt one bit, and once mother does it, you'd be hooked. So, behave.”

Seconds later I heard sound of bullets being fired. The faint noise of steps throughout the forest followed. The maid assessed the situation and didn't deem it to be safe. She retracted her hand and turned around. Before she left, she spat on the back of my head. I could feel her thick saliva dripping over my wounds.

I slipped into unconsciousness moments later.

When I woke up, I was in staring at a hospital ceiling. Next to me slept another young woman. I had gained vision in both my eyes now. All I had was a nurse to ring. When I did so, a doctor with two nurses came rushing next to my bed. the woman next to me also woke up due to the ruckus.

The doctor asked questions and in the meantime nurses checked my vitals. After all was done, they left me with the woman on the bed next to me. She seemed to be eager to talk to me.

I slowly turned to face her, and looking at her bright gleaming face brought immense pleasure to me.

”Hey, I heard you saved me from that forest. I thank you. I owe you my life. Please, tell me your name.”

”My name is Kiyomi. Kiyomi Anicrow. What is your name?”

Kiyomi, what a beautiful name.

I open my mouth and spoke slowly,” My name is…