A sharp blow on my side woke me up then i felt water harshly splashed on my face. "Damnit!" I cussed.

"Welcome back my Angel" hoarse voice grumbled and i can't help but to feel horrified.

My heart almost jump on my throat and right at this moment, i felt like vomiting.

"How was your trip my little wolf?" He grinned.

Panic started building up on my guts and i can't help but to curse him. "Let me go!" I gritted.

Both my hands are tied tightly on my back and they beat me up to be sure that i will never be able to escape. After five years of laying low, my nightmare had me on its grasp again.

He laughed hysterically as if i told him the biggest joke ever then he roughly grabbed my jaws. I groaned. Damn this old man! He's as ferocious as he always is.

"Don't make me laugh Clyde! I can't let my pride wander and live like a stray" he spat. "You are the Angel of this organization, my Ace! So stop this nonsense facade and get back now!"

I suddenly felt nauseous when memories of that night came crashing back. His eyes, smile and face! He was hunting me as if all this time, i am the real prey.

"No" i gasped. "I'll never kill again"

My body burn at the thought of taking again another soul. A hard slap across my face had me almost losing my consciousness. Uncle Carter's eyes filled with anger as though he's ready to snap my neck.

Goosebump crawl on my skin when he step back and gaze on me mockingly. "My my! Clyde you're misunderstanding something here, aren't you?" He devilishly grinned. His hand move back and forth as if he was waving a signal to someone and just as that, Cael move to stand at his side without even bestowing me a single glance.

"Poor Clyde, you've been working your whole life for me but you are still naive to how our organization really works." He laughed. "I raised you for this organization. We own you, backing out is not an option cause the moment i had you on my hand, you've been devoid of making choices. Either you live working for this organization or die i don't care, so long as you devote your filthy life for our benefit"

My throat burned at this twisted fate. How the **** did i end up like this? "Then, just kill me instead!" I growled.

Uncle Carter huffed afore he muttered something to Cael. I can't hear them but he might order him something because he went out of the room.

"Tsk tsk" he flicked his tongue and kneel in front of me. "Letting you loose for quiet awhile really did change you huh?" The sarcasm written all over his face made my skin crawl. I know he's gonna do something sick, just like he always did. "My poor child, you think escaping from us and years of not involving yourself in dirty works could wash away the stain of blood on your hands? Stop fooling yourself!"

I trembled so hard the moment i heard the muffled cry of someone being dragged towards where we were. Smell of blood wafted the air anf i can't help but to feel my gut churning. The sick old man drop a gun in front of me.

"I'll help you remember who you are so, get the fucking gun and kill this trash! If you did it, i'll pretend as if none of this happened and treat you like i've always been treating you, my most special pride"

He's sick! A fucking mad man!

"I will not kill again" i firmly muttered. "Just kill me instead"

I've got no choice. Death is the sweetest option for me and i don't deserve to live anyway so might as well just die.

I witness how Uncle Carter finally snapped. He screamed in anger and grab the gun in front of me. "I said kill this trash!"

A loud bang dominated my mind then all i see is red, blood. So warm on my face. I throw up at the sight before losing myself in the darkness.

When i gained my conciousness again, i was huffing for air. Dang! I felt like i was choking. I need my medicine to calm down!

My heart beat wildly on my chest, sweat starting to drip on my face and even how much i tried to catch up on my breath, it was becoming shorter and shorter.

I lost count on how long i laid there, all my physical pains are long forgotten. I just want to end this.

"What an unsighty show you forced me to watch!"

"Just kill me please!" This time, all my hopes are gone. I just wanted to escape and drift far away from this sorry excuse of a life.

"Kill you? Oh no! You know, you are special to me ayt? I put a lot of thoughts in you while you are out and then i witness such an unsightly show so, i made up my mind" he raise a gun on his lips and lick it. "I will not kill you but surely, i will put you into good use." He smirked. "See you tomorrow, Angel"

I cursed that name so much as i cursed this life. When i am alone again, i just stare into darkness, sleeping or not, my nightmares never stop.

The next day, people are coming in and out of my room, they bathe me and dressed me in a pair of thin clothes that my muscled body barely squeezing inside.

"And for our main item this evening" the emcee announced and my heart raced wildly. So this is his plan? Dang that old fucking man! He's planning to sell me off in black market?

I was pushed outside the stage wearing nothing but this thin piece of clothing. I'm bare.

"Clyde Austre, a notorious hitman and the pride of our organization. He was also known as our precious 'Angel'"

My body tensed up when i look around the place. I cannot make out their faces cause they are hiding beneath the masks but looking at their eyes made me all quesy inside and out. This is dangerous. Murmurs started heating up.

"Bid starts at 5 million"

As soon as the emcee give out the price, everyone started bidding, shouting their bid as if money is nothing but a nuisance they wanted to get rid off as soon as possible. I can't believe this. Those sick bastards!

"10 million for number 87"

"10.5" shouted on the other side raising his number.

"15"

As the bid goes up, the more i felt like slipping away. 'get a hold of yourself Clyde!' i mentally scolded myself. Watching those obnoxious bastards bidding as if i was just a piece of item they could pocess fuel the vile rising on my throat.

What a piece of craps!

"50 million for number 13!"

"100!" The man raising number 41 screamed.

"Wow! Our item is surely popular eh? 100 million for number 41"

The fuss then turn to quiet murmurs.

"100 million, going once? Going twice"

"200" at the farthest part of the hall rang a deep voice of a man. I can't make out even the slighted part of him cause aside from he is far, he was at the darkest part.

My body went rigid when the emcee started counting. "200 million for number 54, going once, going twice?" He paused for a moment, waiting.

"Sold!"

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