Chapter 6 #5
"Mother, welcome," Joana continued, looking at the woman who had tortured me for nine days.
She was as provocative and vicious as ever, a single glance was enough to understand that.
"Joana, I'm glad you're still alive in this godforsaken hole," she replied in her seductive voice, barely deigning to look at our trainer.
So Mother and Joana didn't get along? My thoughts vanished when the Master's eyes fell on me and a slow smile stretched across his thin lips.
I held my breath as he began to walk towards me, I felt Kenji tense up behind me, but he didn't move.
What could he do, after all? "Ah, Stella, if only you knew how much I missed you," he said, cupping my face in his hands, and I grimaced.
I was going to throw up. "But I get the impression that the feeling isn't mutual," he murmured, leaning toward me, his smell of sweat and cigarettes reaching me.
I said nothing, just pressed my lips together and kept my eyes downcast as his hands slid gently around my neck.
Suddenly, his hand grabbed my hair, lifting my face, and he looked deep into my eyes and smiled, a slow smile in the face of my look of hatred and disgust. "Ah, there she is," he whispered before kissing me.
His tongue plunged into my mouth and I stifled a gag as I squeezed my eyes shut, my nails digging so deep into my palms that I felt the blood wet them.
He finally pulled back, letting me breathe, his hand in my hair tightening its grip, his gaze analyzing my disgusted face as my ragged breath escaped my bruised lips.
"Magnificent," he whispered, his hand around my neck tightened one last time before he pulled back to join Mother and Joana, who were talking.
I felt the other girls' eyes on me and stopped myself from wiping my mouth.
I was strong, I was strong, I had to be.
A single drop of blood would be enough for them to destroy me.
So I stood up straight, chin up, looking the Master straight in the eye, which made him laugh.
"Master, about last night..." "Leave it, I'll take care of it personally, Joana," he said, his gaze never leaving me.
Last night? Had Olga finally spilled the beans?
Joana hesitated for a moment before nodding.
"As you wish, Master. The girls have class if you'll allow us," she continued, and she motioned to us once the Master nodded, turning to his men.
It was with trembling legs that I followed the line, ignoring Kenji's insistent gaze. I was ashamed, so fucking ashamed.
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I washed my hands as the smell of onion clinging to my clothes burned my nostrils and eyes.
Cooking class was the last class of the day.
I glanced at the showers behind me, wondering if they would allow us to shower first. Suddenly, I jumped when the door to the bathroom slammed shut.
I turned and frowned when I saw Wendy and two other girls enter.
The other two girls were part of the other group of students, and to be honest, none of them liked me.
"Well, look who it is, the Master's whore," Wendy sneered, making her two sidekicks smile as I gripped the lever behind my back.
"Tell me how you did it. Did you suck him off well?
" she continued, approaching dangerously as I felt the adrenaline gradually rising in my body.
This story was going to end badly, very badly, but I was going to be the last one standing.
I had to be. I was going to fight no matter what life threw at me.
I wouldn't give up until Selina was saved.
"Maybe she let him do it from behind," retorted one of the girls.
All three of them were bigger than me in size and age, but Kenji had taught me that it didn't matter.
One blow in the right place was enough. I clenched my fists, spread my legs, and took a defensive stance as they slowly surrounded me.
"Well, let's check," laughed the third, raising her arm to grab mine, but I dodged her, grabbed her wrist, twisted her arm behind her back, and kicked her, sending her flying to the ground.
The second one didn't waste a second, grabbing my hair and pulling, but I already had my hand against her throat, hitting her windpipe.
She choked, releasing me and wrapping her hands around her throat as I drove my elbow into her stomach and she fell to her knees.
As I stood up, something hit my temple and I flattened myself to the ground, my vision darkening for a few moments.
Out of the corner of my eye, I saw the metal trash can rise above my head again, and I rolled on the ground to dodge it, my clothes getting wet from the damp, stinking floor.
The trash can hit the tile floor with a deafening noise, but I had already kicked Wendy in the shin, causing her to lose her balance.
She fell face first next to me, and my arm wrapped around her neck, squeezing her and cutting off her breath as blood flowed from her nose.
She began to struggle, but I didn't let go.
It had to stop. I couldn't defend all fronts at once.
The girl who had tried to grab my arm got up and tried to help Wendy by trying to make me let go, but I didn't let go.
I dodged Wendy's hands as she tried to scratch my face.
I could feel her weakening against me as I tightened my grip.
"Move!" growled the second girl, pushing his accomplice violently, and I didn't have time to dodge his foot, which hit me square in the face.
The taste of blood exploded in my mouth, and I growled, loosening my grip.
Wendy got up, coughing, while the pain disoriented me.
Another kick hit me in the kidneys, and tears of pain welled up.
"What's going on here?" Joana's voice suddenly echoed through the room.
The three girls got up and lined up against the wall while I tried to get up, but my back was so painful.