ABSOLUTE INSANITY: A forbidden bond
Chapter 43: ★Fuck my life, indeed★

Chapter 43: ★Fuck my life, indeed★

~Chapter 43~

Seeing as all eyes turned towards me, suffocating me with their intense gaze.

I tried to step back, but my feet felt heavy, rooted to the spot.

"Aria," My voice was small, barely audible, I didn’t even know why I was whispering her name again after my cover was blown.

The men’s faces contorted into cruel grins as their boss, hosting a scowl, fully faced me.

His voice dripped with malice as he sneered, "Looks like we got ourselves a little witness." He took a quick step towards me.

And Aria, who was anticipating his move, sprang into action. She smashed another glass against the heads of the men holding her as they were momentarily distracted by my presence.

The sound of shattering glass and the men’s pained yelps filled the air.

"Leave her the fuck alone, she’s got nothing to do with this!" She shouted, but that only enraged the men.

Upon receiving the shattered glass, they retaliated by quickly holding Aria tightly against the wall. Her struggles were futile as they pinned her, harshly.

The boss’s scowling changed to a grin that spread across his lips in a sadistic smile.

He raised an eyebrow, saying "Oh, really? Then why is she hiding in your room?" His voice was dripping with insinuation.

Dread crept up my spine like a cold, slithering snake. The man took another step towards me, my heart rate spiking up the graph.

Darting my eyes to Aria’s, and she glared hard at me. I saw a warning there, a warning that seemed to scream "Why the fuck didn’t you listen?"

My pulse pounded in my ears. I couldn’t just stand there and watch as they both got beaten to pulp.

Taking another countless deep breath, I steadied my breathing, calming my racing heart that didn’t want to calm at all.

I wanted to show the man that I meant business

"Leave them alone," My stupid voice shakes slightly and broke up in-between words.

But to my surprise, it sounded brave and bold, unlike my quivering insides.

The man’s gaze narrowed, an eyebrow arching upward. He seemed clearly amused by my bravery as he mocked me. "Or what?" The sound of his growl sent shivers down my spine.

I swallowed hard, trying to think of something to say. But my mind was a blank, racing with fear.

And before I could respond, Aria’s voice pierced the air like. Speaking up in a very lod voice.

"Get the fuck back into that room, Katya!" she shouted and I so wanted to fire back at her, to tell her that I wouldn’t leave her behind, but I hesitated, unsure of what to do or say at the moment.

I didn’t know the gravity of the situation and how much we are talking here, these men looked to be killers if they wanted to and there’s no telling how much patience they had left in them.

Frozen in place, teh man took another step towards me and just like that, he reached out a hand to grab me.

I flinched, expecting him to hit me. And he did, the hit sending my brain shaking in my skull like a rag doll.

The force of the blow was immense, my head spinning, my vision blurring. I saw stars circling my head and some colors dancing before my eyes.

Trying to hold onto anything for support, but my arms felt like lead. My legs turning inti jelly beneath me, and I fell to the ground with a thud.

The impact sent a shockwave through my body, and I thought my world went dark for a second.

Falling to the ground, I hit the cold, hard floor with a thud. But still trying to regain balance.

My eyes, I couldn’t see clearly, struggling to see well. I blinked rapidly as my vision swirled and blurred.

The force of the man’s blow had left me reeling, my head pounding and my ears ringing and now my sight lost.

"Where is my money?" the man growled, kicking me hard in the stomach, the impact sending a wave of nausea through me.

I doubled over, gasping for breath as my diaphragm spasmed in agony. I don’t have his money. I don’t even know what money they’re talking about. What the hell have I gotten myself into?

"Where is my money, or your friend is going to be collateral damage." He emphasized each word with a kick, each blow landing to different destinations.

Curling up into a ball, trying to protect myself from the kicks, I raised my hands to my face as he kicked again and again with precision and force.

Feeling my ribs crack, my lungs burn, and my head spin. The man was breathing heavily, his chest heaving with exertion as he held onto the wall, kicking me with all his might.

My world was shrinking, narrowing to a single point of pain and fear. I wouldn’t last long, I couldn’t even take much more.

"Stop!" Aria screamed, hoarse and cracking from the constant shouting she had been doing.

I was fading into the darkness, my eyes rolling into the back of my skull but I still struggled to stay conscious.

The noises around me were drowning out, becoming a distant hum as my body succumbed to the pain.

"Leave her alone!" Aria shouted again, but the man didn’t stop. He kept kicking me, his foot connecting with my stomach, my chest, my head.

Slowly, slipping away. My vision blurred, and my hearing dulled. I was trapped in a never-ending nightmare like always, unable to escape the torment.

Just when I thought it was all over, that I had finally escaped the torture and abuse, I realized I was wrong.

When I thought I would now see what the world brings, what the world looks like without the torture, I was faced with the harsh reality. I was now getting beaten to my death.

"Where...is...my...money?" the man growled, his voice a distant echo in my mind.

I shook my head, hoping to clear the cobwebs. "I...don’t...know," I stammered barely loud enough. I was shaking like a leaf, trembling like I had be drenched in an icy ocean.

My body hurt all over, every inch of me screaming in agony.

Was I being torn apart? Because this was hell. My limbs shattered, my organs crushed.

The pain was all-consuming.

"I said where is my money," the man repeated, his voice growing louder. But I had nothing to give him.

I didn’t know what money he was talking about or even had any. All I knew was that I was dying, and I couldn’t do anything to stop it.

Lying limp on the floor, body battered and bruised. My head throbbing with pain, each beat of my heart sending a fresh wave of agony through my skull.

The only thing I could barely whisper was a faint, desperate plea. "I don’t know, I don’t know, I don’t know." These words tumbling out of my mouth.

Suddenly, I heard a voice, a scream that cut through the haze of pain. "I have the money!" It was a woman’s voice, but I couldn’t quite place it. Was it Aria? I didn’t know.

My senses were reeling, my brain struggling to process what was happening. My brain wasn’t even functioning.

The man’s presence moved away from me, and a tiny spark of relief drowned over me. I could finally breathe in, but my lungs burned, and I began coughing furiously.

Tears streaming down my face, mixing with the knots of pain that wracked my body.

Breath in..... Breath out.....As I lay there, I heard Aria’s voice again moving in a rush, no doubt to save me.

"I have the money but..." She paused, voice trembling slightly. I managed to peek open one of my eyes, wincing at the effort. Aria was still pinned to the wall, her eyes wide with fear.

The man’s face twisted in a snarl. "But...But what!" he growled, his patience clearly at an end.

He looked like he was ready to kill, like he was done with the game Aria was playing.

"But it’s not here...I...i...i got it but not right now." She was shaking. It was so not like her, the confident, fearless Aria I had met just hours before.

Now, she looked like a scared, vulnerable girl, desperate to save me from the clutches of this monster.

"But not here?" He scoffed, looking at Aria like she had lost her senses. "I think I haven’t shown you that your friend over there"He pointed over to me "...her life now depends on that money."

"But she isn’t my friend!" Aria screamed, cutting the man off.

"She doesn’t even know me for more than 6 hours, and she definitely doesn’t have any business with our shit." Aria spat out the words, her anger and frustration boiling over.

Stamping her foot into one of the men’s legs, but he merely gave her a harsh slap in return.

Aria breathed in deeply, her eyes closing in anger. "This is between us, don’t bring innocent people into it," Her eyes were watering as she whispered in a cracked voice, while mine were flowing with tears of pain from my aching body.

The boss stood in front of her, his twisted snarl still hosted on his face as he boomed. "Anyone that has made contact with you or that trash called your twin," he sneered, pointing to Frank, who was lying on the floor, limp and unconscious.

His hand was twisted at a weird angle, he was in a much worse condition, he wasn’t even moving or breathing from the angle I’m seeing him.

I had forgotten about Frank in the chaos, and it seemed he had also been beaten to unconsciousness.

Aria’s eyes held so much anger at the man’s words. "My twin’s name is Frank, dipshit," Aria retorted, still managing to talk back despite the danger.

The man’s face darkened, and he grabbed her by the neck, choking her. "I don’t give two flying fuck about that dicks name nor yours," he spat out, tightening his grip.

"Now, back to my fucking money. I’m giving you both, and now her," he gestured to me, "to bring in that cash. You have until Monday. And if you fail this time around...just know your lives aren’t yours anymore." He spat out the words, loud and clear, making sure I understood the gravity of the situation.

A chill ran down my spine as I realized I was now embroiled in this mess, a mess I didn’t sign up for.

Fuck my life, indeed.