Novel Square
19
Gianna’s POV
HE dragged me to his torture room and made me sit on the iron back chair, bringing down a two headed whiplash.
I was trembling with tears continuously welling down.
Then, ‘twak’, the first whip came across my body and I winced.
And it continued, he kept hitting me, as he gritted his teeth, I could tell he was trying to hold back his anger.
He hit me with the same force again, he was too angry to stop. He just kept whipping and whipping.
“Aaaahhh! Pleasee”, I screamed as the skinned whip landed on me again.
“I tried to be nice and you did this?”, he lifted me all of a sudden.
I stood up visibly shaking and crying. After hitting me for about 6 times, he shakingly dropped the whip, then stared at me, with his bloodshot eyes.
“Am so… sorry Greg… please.. don’t… pu… punish me more”, I cried.
I might have just passed out if he punished me more, my body was already scorching with pains.
He quietly loosened up the rope he used in tying up my hands together, my wrist was red and pale, I wondered if I was ever going to heal from the pain.
Then he gathered me in his arms and aired for the bedroom.
“Lie down on the bed, I want to see all of you, clearly”, he ordered.
I was in no position to deny him, so I just obeyed. I laid there exposing my body to him, just as he ordered.
Just laying there made me remember what he did the last time. I was too weak but he was too cruel.
More tears started flowing down as I saw him removing his shirt.
I already knew what he wanted to do, and so I shut my eyes tightly.
I heard the sound of a belt and pulling down of clothes, and then I could hear footsteps approaching me.
My heart was sinking lower and lower.
Then, I felt the bed being pressed down with his weight.
I flinched as he traced his finger on my arm but I suddenly felt covered with a blanket.
I quickly opened my eyes just to see him pulling the blanket covering both of us.
He hugged my naked body to his, snuggling myself to him, making me confused.
“Greg… Greg”, I whispered.
“Sssshhh, just sleep! We will talk tomorrow”, he kissed my forehead, running his fingers in my hair.
What has happened to him?
I felt warm in his embrace, I didn’t know why? The same devil whom I was scared of was the one who could comfort me.
It is unbelievable, right? I was shocked as well.
I just closed my eyes sobbing quietly and then I drifted to the valley of sleep.
…Next Morning…
MADAM CHRISTA’S RESTAURANT AND BAR {AKA SLUT DELIVERY}
Christa’s POV
Flipping through the pages of my delivery book, my office door was opened revealing one of my workers.
“Good morning ma’am”, she greeted.
“Speak!”, I ordered, neglecting her greetings.
“Mr Yakuza is causing a fuse outside, he wants to see you this moment”, she reported making my countenance become as pale as a white sheet, as I shuddered like a cooked vegetable.
I know Yakuza is like a ticking bomb that is due to explode anytime.
“Let him in”, I ordered as she bowed respectively and bolted out of my office.
He barged in almost immediately together with some of his boys, and I got up, staring at him fearfully.
The two weeks were complete, and he was here for either his money, or Gianna.This text is © NôvelDrama/.Org.
“I’m sorry Mr Yakuza, I couldn’t come up with your money during the weeks you gave, would you please give me more weeks to fetch out your money?”, I questioned, staring fearfully into his bloodshot eyes that reeked of anger.
“That is bull shit! It is an ambiguous cock and bull undiluted and unacceptable nonsense”, he barked at me hitting his waking crutches on my head.
I winced, my both hands going to my head, and rubbing at it.
“In fact I am having a change of mindset!”, he continued, “I no longer need the money, since it is taking you ages. I need the little girl”, he roared angrily as I widened my eyes in fright.
“I’m giving you three days to provide her, or you won’t leave to tell the folk tales”, he barked, using his clutches to sweep off my desk, making most of my stuff crash on the floor.
“But… but Gianna has been taken”, I shuddered slightly.
Boom!
I felt a burning sensation on my cheeks, Mr Yakuza gave me a manly slap.
“Three days! Read my lips”, he smirked, snapping his finger, as his boys opened the door for him.
Weakly, I flopped down on my seat, totally exhausted.
“What am I gonna do now? Mr Yakuza is so dreadful and dangerous, I guess I should call billionaire Greg, maybe he will understand and let go of Gianna, if he doesn’t, then I will have to take her by force, I know she will listen to me”, I muttered to myself, fidgeting.