Nightmares of a lone kid - part 3
* Played "NEFFEX - Cold" while writing this *
AN: the following content might (probably will) be sensitive to most readers. Don't read unless 18+ of age, and with a strong heart. You've been warned!
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*Draven's POV*
Even though the little girl, Maya, has explained everything that's happened while I was unconscious, I still feel as ignorant as when I first woke up.
"So what now, I'm a s*x slave?", only after I've said that out loud did I realize that I'm not being so fair to poor Maya.
Her worried expression, coupled with what she's just shared with me, makes me feel like the biggest jerk to ever live.
"I'm sorry, you must've been through hell and back so many times. I have no right complaining about anything", I say trying to suppress a desperate chuckle, only to have my headache pounding on my consciousness with all sorts of pain.
She just nods her little frame like a broken rocking chair.
"Hey, how old are you by the way?" I ask the best available option, rather than asking how much time has she spent here.
"I'm nine", she says a bit too fast, "but don't worry I'll take care of you, I may not be old enough but being older than you with more experience on how to survive here, I'll make sure to keep you safe", every word that came out of her little mouth was spoken with so much uncertainty that I couldn't determine if she was trying to reassure me or lie to herself.
I give a soft chuckle, "I know I have a small frame too, but you thinking I'm nine years old hurts my pride, or what's left of it", at that she turns beet red.
"Don't worry about it though, I'm actually 12, almost 13. But to be honest I can't guarantee I can do anything to help us out of this situation, let alone survive this. My mind has already shattered when my dad's died in front of me", I say giving a warm smile that makes Maya turn sickly pale.
No, as a matter of fact, I doubt I'll survive the psychological damage and trauma of this situation, sorry young girl, I can't be of any help.
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*Maya's POV*
I try to think of a way to say anything to soothe his feelings, maybe try to give him some hope in this hell, if I've survived for 3 years, he could too, and someday we'll be able to leave this prison.
Yet, nothing comes out.
I know it's a lie.
Just thinking of spending an extra second in this place drives me insane.
"Listen, we'll work it-", before I could finish my sentence, Lady Luck storms the place like a mad tornado, followed by Rena.
"Get out, now!" Before Lady Luck finishes the sentence, I find myself shaking in fear outside the room.
I force myself back in and for the first time in two years, I shout "Please stop! He's still in a bad condition, you can't do that-."
Lady Luck doesn't say anything. Her figure turns into a blur, and I find myself outside the room again. Blood dripping from my the back of my head.
I barely hear her hissing something at me before I lose consciousness.
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For a stranger, Lady Luck would look like a princess. With her light autumn skin, reddish brown hair and green eyes, she would easily win a beauty contest.
Yet, her personality was that of a beast, that's why she was known as the Queen Beast.
"WHAT THE F*CK IS WRONG WITH YOU?" shouts Rena at her sister.
Lady Luck's madness has reached new limits, and Rena wasn't going to let it slide this time.
"Don't you have Maya? Since when do you like boys? And he's not even ready yet! Also, why the actual f*ck are you giving me more work to do!" yells Rena again, while healing the unconscious little girl.
Lady Luck doesn't even give the slightest sign of hearing her sister, no, she's more focused on the young boy in front of her.
"What are you?" the question took the boy by surprise that his dead-fish eyes managed too look shocked at the question, yet he didn't answer.
'If I'm nothing but a plaything for them, then I'll make sure I don't act like a living thing' he thought, the headache almost forcing him back to his comma.
To Rena's surprise, her sister didn't hit the boy for what he did.
"So you're acting like the object you are, good. For that, and the fact that you ignored me, I'll make sure every client you get treats you like a tool, and nothing more", although she was chuckling, her voice was dead cold and serious.
With a snap of her fingers, a lady in her 30s got inside the room.
She was sickly pale, with black hair that barely covered her scalp. One look at her new temporary pet and her blue eyes went sparkling, her mouth almost foaming.
"This "beautiful" lady will keep you company for tonight. As for tomorrow, you'll have a special surprise", Lady Luck's voice was calm but threatening.
To her dismay, the boy didn't even move a muscle.
His eyes were as soulless as the moment the moment she's hit the little girl.
She wasn't surprised she didn't find rage in them, but she was astonished she saw no fear either.
As a matter of fact, with his uncaring expression and behaviour she would've already murdered him.
But she had quite the plans for him.
If she was right, not only will this kid bring her fortune and gold, she'd be the new ruler of the underground, if not more.