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CHAPTER SIX

My eyes widened in sheer disbelief, and my mouth hung agape, struggling to form coherent words. I couldn't tear my gaze away from him; it was as if time had momentarily frozen. The air was thick with tension, and my heart pounded in my chest, each beat echoing my mounting confusion.

It was him, the man who had once been my savior, now standing before me with a malevolent grin etched across his face. The memories of how he had extended a helping hand to me just a few days ago seemed like distant fragments of a shattered dream. How had it come to this?

"Why?" I finally managed to stammer, my voice quivering with a blend of shock and anguish. I had considered him a beacon of hope, someone who had rescued me from the chaos that had engulfed my life. Now, I was utterly perplexed, unable to fathom how he could be the source of all this chaos.

His grin widened, but there was no warmth in his eyes, only a chilling emptiness that sent shivers down my spine. "Well, well, well," he began, his voice dripping with icy indifference, "I don't owe you any explanations."

The world seemed to spin around me as his words hung in the air. I felt a sense of powerlessness wash over me, the ground shifting beneath my feet. I was caught in a web of deception, and the man who had once seemed like my savior had now revealed himself as the architect of my downfall.

"Henceforth," he continued, his tone unyielding, "you will be my concubine."

The word hung in the air like a heavy shroud, suffocating me with its implications. I could hardly believe what I was hearing. The very idea was so abhorrent, so contrary to everything I had ever known, that it left me gasping for breath.

My mind raced, desperately trying to make sense of this sudden turn of events. What had led him to this malevolent path? Why had he chosen to make me a pawn in his dark games? And what did he mean by "pay for your father's sins"?

The man's gaze remained fixed on me, unwavering and cold. I searched his eyes for any hint of humanity, any sign of the person he had once appeared to be. But there was nothing-only an abyss of darkness that seemed to devour all that was good and just.

As the weight of his words settled in, I realized that I was trapped, ensnared in a nightmarish scenario of his making. My father's sins, whatever they may have been, were now a haunting specter that threatened to consume my life.

Fear, anger, and confusion waged a tumultuous battle within me. How had my life taken such a horrifying turn? What had brought me to this moment of helplessness?

The seconds stretched into an agonizing eternity as I grappled with the enormity of the situation. I knew one thing for certain—I had to find a way to escape this nightmare. But as I looked into his soulless eyes, I understood that the path ahead would be fraught with peril, and the price of freedom might be higher than I could ever have imagined.

The room seemed to close in around me, and the man's cold, calculating gaze bore into my very soul. I was on the precipice of a harrowing journey into the unknown, and I could only hope that somewhere within me, I would find the strength to resist, to fight back, and to uncover the truth behind the enigma that had become my life.

"Drag them out, they will all work as slaves in my palace" His command sliced through the tense air like a blade, leaving no room for hesitation. The guards, obedient and unfeeling, moved swiftly to carry out their master's bidding. With a ruthless efficiency, they seized the trembling women who had been spared in my group, their faces etched with terror. These unfortunate souls, once free and hopeful, were now destined to serve as slaves in a palace shrouded in uncertainty.

Their desperate pleas and tearful protests fell on deaf ears as they were dragged away, their voices fading into the distance.

But I was not afforded the luxury of being a mere observer. The man who had orchestrated this nightmare, the same man who had once been my savior, now held me firmly by the neck. His grip was suffocating, a chilling reminder of the control he wielded over my destiny.

With a forceful shove, he propelled me out into the harsh daylight, the world outside blinding in its stark contrast to the darkness within the compound. My legs wobbled beneath me as I stumbled forward, disoriented and overwhelmed.

The power bike, a sleek and menacing machine, awaited me. It was a symbol of his authority, a vehicle that would transport me further into the abyss of his world. He mounted the bike, his presence towering over me like an ominous storm cloud, and I had no choice but to obey. As I reluctantly settled onto the unforgiving seat, the cold metal beneath me sent a shiver down my spine, a stark contrast to the warmth of the life I had known just days ago.

The engine roared to life with a deafening growl, drowning out the distant cries of the women who had suffered a fate similar to mine. His guards, like shadows cast by a malevolent sun, fell into formation behind us, their faces obscured by masks of detachment.

The journey began, and the world rushed past me in a blur of colors and shapes. The wind whipped at my hair, tugging at the edges of my consciousness, as if trying to pull me away from the nightmare that had become my reality. But there was no escape, no respite from the relentless grip of fate.

Questions swirled in my mind, why had he turned on me? What was the purpose of this cruel charade? And what sins of my father's had brought me to this wretched crossroads?

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