Chapter 4
-A Chue To Survival-
A hysterical laughter echoed in the room from other thugs who atted their first into their palms.
Ahhh!!!
Arya groans in pain, the hands of the female thug grabs her by the hair, pulling her up, making Arya wince in pain, struggling to realize the huge hands on her hair, but the grip tightened the more she struggled, making her wince in more pain.
Some inmates smiled while some watched in fear, pulling away their faces, picking on their fingers.
Slap! Slap! Slap!
The sound echoed in the cell, enough to make Arya groan in more pain. Like the pain of her hair being dragged was not enough she had to deal with the pain of the slap that was unleashed on her cheeks by the bully’s huge hands. She massages her right cheek which has gone hot red with her right hand.
Arya had heard a lot of stories, how the jail is full of thugs, gentle and violent thugs, who would use you as a playing dog. But never did she imagine that she would be experiencing it herself in a lifetime.
“I should you teach some manners, do you not know that you should pay respects to us, your bosses,” the husky feminine voice said, with creepy excitement evident in her voice, she enjoyed Arya’s struggle with her hands to release her grip and groan in pain
you, a voice said from the corner, throwing one of her hard fists into one of her
Boss, let’s teach her some lessons for you.” palms, glaring furiously at Arya.
Asshhhhh!!
The feminine bully gritted her teeth at the other female, “She is mine!” The husky voice said, making the other female thugs slump in surrender, and back off.
Arya’s tears rolled down her cheeks, devastation, frustration, and pain were her now companion at the moment, “I did not do anything wrong. “she managed to say with a trembling voice
“Yes, she did not,” a voice stuttered in fear trying to defend Arya but was slapped by one of the bully minions, which sent fear across her spine.
Weeeeeeeeeeee!!!!
The administrative system makes a terrible sound that could send someone deaf, making the bully loosen her grip on Arya’s hair,
“Cleaning time,” a warden said From the door, opening the lock to the jail, as the inmates stepped out to carry out their duties.
“One lucky bitch,” a voice said glaring at Arya.
“If you want to survive here, you have to do everything you are asked to do, I heard there is ransom on your head, they will do anything to get that money. You must survive!” a female voice whispers to Arya, sounding more like a warning but with at hint of care laced in her soft voice as they leave their jail for their duty post.
Arya gestured to see who the voice belonged to, only to see that it was the same lady who had spoken up on her behalf, had passed the information to her,
Arya froze at the shot, sparing a glance at other inmates who peeped through the jail bars, to realize that the stares from the
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eyes of other inmates were treacherous and unfriendly- like they were ready to kill.
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Arya shivered in fear, Like it’s not enough taking my husband and sending me to prison, you also want to kill me. But for what reason Jane Arya questions herself in her subconscious mind.
Arya runs to catch up with the other inmates, who have gone far She calls the attention of the female who had told her that her life was at stake.
“Can I know your name? Arya asks, her voice calm and barely above a whisper.
“I’m Winne,” the female replied not sparing Arya a glance, as she kept her heads up and continued moving
“I’m Arya”
“Thank you for the heads–up but do you know why I’m on a ransom, Arya asked, curiosity taking the best of her, seeking the reason behind the sudden ransom on her. Her eyes widened, her ear heightened to take any information, as her gaze did not leave Winne like she was going to run away.
“Your eyes might fall off if you stare like that,”
“How did she know I was staring at her, without me a glance, Arya asked inwardly.
“I do not know, but I heard a powerful person is behind the ransom. They do not want you to leave here alive, Winne replied with a straightforward face and voice.
“How do I survive? Help me with some clues that could help,” Anja asked, hoping to get clues from her newfound friend, as
she was still new
“Figure it out yourself, no one is your friend here,” Winne warns not sparing Arya a glance, as she picks up the bucket and mopping stick and gestures down to an underground jail, which was her duty area.
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Arya was dumbfounded at Winne’s reply, it was as if she read her mind of acknowledging her as a friend. However not getting a single clue of survival from Winne made her mind race in thoughts.
How does she survive in place of thugs, whose killing was like a piece of cake to them? And now that a ransom was placed on the head money was like the air the thugs breathed in
But one thing was sure for Arya, she had to survive and get out of the living hell she was placed in, no matter what! She must have her revenge at all costs.
Arya had managed to survive the den of wolves who saw her life as a prize to win the ransom that made them mad.
She played the role of errands and helped the bullies carry out their duties. Whatever duty that was to be carried out, cleaning the toilet, the underground dungeon that had rat–like surroundings. She would do them and even hers- not withstanding how tired she may be,
All that lingered in Arya’s mind was “I need to survive, I have to live here alive, I must make them pay, these words echoed in her head, giving her a strong hope to hold on to.
One thing that Arya had learned was survival was by all means, even if you have to play a fool to survive.
“Hey,” a deep feminine voice from behind called Arya’s attention as she was carrying out her duty, cleaning the toilet.
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