First Life! The Conspiracy

[Warning: The chapter contains scenes that might be triggering and traumatizing for some.]

Dhananjay got back on his feet and started opening the buckle of his belt, "you useless piece of trash, you thought you were precious or something? Did you think this merciless father of yours would give you freedom?"

" No!! You are just a puppet that I created and you shall listen to me. " He pulled it out of his waist and slammed it on the floor. "This will teach you that you shall never disobey me. You little pest! " He yelled and then threw a blow on Aisha's left hand.

" Ah! " She screamed in pain.

Her scream didn't stop him from continuing the shower of belts on her, repeating the process over and over again. Aisha turned around after taking about ten slashes of the belt in her hand. He continued until the fabric of her dress tore and her back turned red from her blood and the whole place around her turned into a pool of blood.

All the servants present there closed their eyes and ears pretending that nothing had happened. They couldn't watch the scene but couldn't leave as well because no one knew when one of them would become the prey of Dhananjay's fury.

Neel sat back down on his seat and enjoyed it along with a few drinks. After every sip, he clicked his tongue from the sweet taste of the wine and then rested his back on the comfortable chair enjoying the screams Aisha led out.

The head maid outside had found her joy too in Aisha's scream. While experiencing them she recalled how loud her sister had yelled when she was beaten up due to Aisha. However, it was very difficult to understand why she blamed a little girl for her sister's death instead of the real culprit who had killed her.

When Dhananjay was finally satisfied, he stopped and sat down in the blood pool that was created by Aisha. He threw the belt away and pulled out his cigarette. A servant came rushing to him while pulling out a lighter from his pocket and immediately burned the cigarette.

Dhananjay pushed the servant once the cigarette was lit. The servant crashed into the wall behind him but didn't let out a single sound and though he was hurt, got back up and rushed back to his place.

"You bitch! Look at what you did to my valuable hand." He showed his hand which had a few scratches and a few drops of blood coming out of it. Aisha looked at him with her slightly opened eyes and then smirked. "They are so little in comparison to mine."

"Why you?" He kicked her mouth slightly not injuring it much and then pulled out his cigarette from his mouth and raised it towards her face.

"Even though you are a rude and mannerless bitch, your face is pretty and valuable." He took the cigarette to her back instead, which was already covered in her blood and scars. He extinguished his cigarette by pricking it on her back. Thus, making her let out another scream from her already sore throat.

"And you brat. What are you doing drinking and enjoying the show?" He got up and walked towards Neel. Neel immediately got out of his comfort zone and offered his glass of wine to his father.

Dhananjay slapped the glass away and yelled at him, "You will give me your used glass? "

" I'm sorry father. " He immediately pulled out a new one and himself poured some wine in it, then handed it over to his father.

Dhananjay took a sip and then pulled back his fallen chair and sat on it. " She ruined my mood completely. Throw her into the well. " Aisha's eyes widen in horror. " And get some food in my room, also clean this place up. "

No one moved, " What are you all waiting for? Get the work done immediately."

Two of the servants came towards Aisha with sorrowful eyes and gently pulled her from above the ground by each holding one of her hands. Asiha could bearly move after all that beating and it was much worse than she had ever experienced before.

The servants dragged her out of the dining room and as she passed by the head maid. She turned her head a little in the head maid's direction and her heart sank on seeing how happy and satisfied she looked. Her smile was enough to make Aisha feel lonely, disheartened, and defeated.

Everyone wishes just one thing from her, suffering. They all find joy in her pain, no one feels sorry for her except for one person who comes running to her, immediately after spotting Aisha getting dragged along the corridor.