Chapter 11

Warning: This chapter contains physical violence, abuse. If you think it may trigger you, skip it

"Open the door, let me go." Fiona commanded grinding her teeth, her entire form was screaming with rage. Her fists were balled up and she was shaking with anger.

But Michaelson just chucked at her.

"Fiesty, aren't we?" Saying he marched towards her, slowly undoing his belt and unzipping his pants.

"D-don't c-come near me, I am warning you, bastard." Fiona screamed stepping back.

Hearing this facial expression turned hard. "You bloody whore I will fuck you so hard tonigh that it will break your pussy." He said slipping off his pant. His nostrils flared and eyes blazed with anger.

Grabbing Fion's body he roughly threw on the bed. He hovered over her, trying to encroach her mouth with his, groping her body painfully. Feeling disgusted, Fiona bit his lips hard.

The man released her in pain and slapped her hard across her cheek.

"How dare you act so conceited, you are nothing but a whore. All you do is spread your leg before any man." He howled.

Fiona felt dizzy and began seeing blurry after being slapped so hard. Before she could regain her composure, the pervert again attacked her body. Moving her long slit of the gown, he tried to push his mouth at her entrance. Fiona's body was shaking in utmost fear.

All of a sudden, a bedside lamp caught her attention. She stretched her hand to reach the lamp. The pervert was too engrossed in assaulting her body to notice this. She grabbed the lamp and hit his head as hard as she could. His head began to bleed and quickly Fiona got down from the bed pushing his body from her.

She ran out of the VIP room deliriously with the little bit of grace that was left in her, the little she didn't let these cruel beasts snatch away.

She didn't know where to go. She was looking to and fro frantically. All she knew she had to get away from this so called party, full of heinous beasts hungry for female flesh.

She tried to walk to the direction, she was brought here. But she couldn't figure out where to go in this huge, gigantic villa. The way inside the villa seemed like a labyrinth to her. She was lost. With trembling steps, she was searching for a gate which would led her to outside, led her to free fresh air.

The party was going on in full swing, night was still young. She saw many drunk men and women walking to VIP rooms.

"Ahh." Suddenly she fell stumbling. She got up supporting on her elbows. One of the sharp heel of her shoe got broken.

Many people gave her weird looks judging her smudged makeup, revealing gown, bruised cheek, bleeding forehead. But she didn't care for their judgmental looks.

All the people here were cruel, inhumane jerks.

With a fastly beating heart, she was just searching for an exit utmostly. She didn't care about anything else at that moment.

She was walking in hurry and suddenly somebody pulled her from behind. Her body jumped and she screamed in surprise.

"Where are you going in such a hurry beautiful? Why are you alone?" A semi drunk man grabbed her arm.

"Leave me, let me go." Fiona cried.

"Hey, this is Knight's whore, Michelson bought her for tonight." Another man by his side spoke out.

Hearing his words, her body trembled lightly. She felt like her ears were buring in humiliation. With her shoulder drooped, she looked down in shame.

She wiggled hard to get free from his grip.

"Oh you said Michaelson bought her? How can she get out so first then! I guess Michaelson couldn't play with her well with dick tonight. After all poor man has become old. But she can serve us right? I am sure Adam Knight won't care." The first one said smirking and began tugging her towards a room. The other man also followed them.

Fiona's blood in her body froze in fear. Getting away from one beast, she was now caught by two bigger predators.

"Let me go. I am no whore. Let me go son of a bitch. Help! Help! Help me someone help me!" She screamed, cried at the top of her lungs with scarnnel hope that some one might help her. Pathetic, helpless tears were running down from her eyes in continuous torrents.

No body came. She struggled her best to get free. Her attempts grew silent for a moment when she was given a hard slap in her face.

"Stop struggling, you whore. Stop acting like a sacred lady, it's all about a night. We will pay you. Why making fuss? After all this is what you do?" One of them said and continuing dragging her.

Hearing this suddenly all her struggles died down completely. They called she was whore, they would pay her for a night. They thought her profession was sleeping with man.

Yes, Adam was successful today, making her a whore in everyone's eyes. She got a label of 'Whore' today. She felt dizzy. She couldn't think anymore, her head began pounding.

Her body couldn't move on it's own.

"Hey, leave her." She heard a deep, hoarse command. It was Adam.

Instantly the two men released her arm. Fiona's body fell in the floor.

"How dare you? How dare you force her?" He said dangerously. His face was flushed and shaking in fury.

They gulped. "M-Mr. Knight she was just your whore, w-we thought to enjoy ourselves a bit. You sold her to Michaelson too. S-so we thought it would be alright with you." One said bravely.

"So you thought you could do anything you wish to do with her. I can do anything with her, she belongs to me. If she is a whore, she is my whore then. How dare you touch her?" Adam screamed, his veins in the forhead bulged out.

"Forgive us. We would nev..." They couldn't finish.

Bang!

Bang!

Fiona let out a loud scream as she saw the gruesome sight before her. Two persons who were talking, moving just a while ago were dead. Their body lifeless bodies were lying in the floor beside her. She covered her eyes with her palms, her body was trembling. She was sobbing with hiccups. Her pulsating accelarated violently. She was feeling something heavy in her guts. Her teeth were rattling in fear.

Adam went to her and said, "Get up. We have to go."

Fiona looked up at him blinking with her jaw gaping. Hearing his unwavering tone, she was surprised.

Her mouth hung open, eyes bulging out of the sockets.

His face was expressionless like nothing had happened. How could a person act so calm, stolid after killing two persons at the same time.

Fiona stood up in her weak, trembling legs and Adam held her hand," Let's go."

Fiona swated his hand with a jolt and screamed at him, "Don't touch me, you killer monster!"

Adam just laughed like a maniac.

"You would be ripped off by this two men if this killer didn't kill them." He affirmed playing with his gun.

"You are the one who forcefully brought me here, in this animal den. You planned these all. You did these. Because of you, they v-violated me, t-hey c-called m-me n-names, t-hey treated me like a..." Fiona stopped, her voice cracked and she broke into hystiric tears.

"A whore. Yeah. I told you. That's what you are and I will make sure that everyone treat you like this. See today, you are a whore in everyone's eyes. Daughter of Brian Andrew, Fiona Andrew is a whore." Adam provoked her, with a smirk.

Hearing his last words, suddenly all the accumulated anger inside her rose furiously. She slapped Adam so hard across his cheeks that her right palm throbbed.

"You bastard. I am not a whore. You hear me? I am not a whore. You are a bastard. Your father-mother must be ashamed to have a son like you. I am not a whore. But you are a vile, monster." She angrily spat. Her eyes were read, hair were messy and she was looking like a possessed women.

The smug, wicked facial expression of Adam changed into a murderous one. His veins of forehead, neck stood out, his face flushed and he was shaking in inhumane rage, like a volcano erupting wrath, fury.

Few people were around them, quickly left the place watching notorious Mr. Knight in this state. And the revolver in his hand gave them panick.

He was known as a cruel, merciless mafia, businessman. Everyone was scared of him. Many people saw him killing but no one was brave enough to open his mouth against him. This strong effect he had on everyone.

Gripping Fiona's jaw in a bruisingly tight grip, he said, "Fatal mistake. You have done a fatal mistake. How dare you mention about my parents? And about being a whore? I will mark you as one today." He roared at her, Fiona flinched at his tone. Her pulsating went abnormally high.

Fisting her hair tightly, he dragged her outside of the villa and got her inside his car very roughly. She screamed in pain.

Bringing her back to his mansion, he took her to her room and roughly threw her body in the bed like she was a rag doll. She gasped audibly in fear, her body was shivering.

Adam got in the bed and attacked her body with his brutal assaults. He ripped her clothes off her body ignoring her all loud sobs, pleas, cries. She was screaming to get away from this enraged monster.

Fiona tried to cover her chest with her body and tried to run. But Adam slapped her hard. He put her both arms above her head and tied them very tightly with rope.

"Please no. Please no. Don't hurt me. Let me go. Please." She was frantically crying.

But all her crying was going to deaf ears. He pushed her body flatly on the bed, tied the ropes with bedpost and hovered over her. Fiona's exposed body was trembling in fear and helplessness under him, at his mercy.

But mercy was just a foreign notion to him.

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