Chapter 8 Screwed

• Screwed 
• Saved And Hated By The Gang Lord    
• Madison's P O V    
• Slowly, I kept moving away from Beatrice, who kept picking out clothes for me. She is so focused on it, and I'm convinced she won't notice me until I've gone far. My eyes shifted to look at the two men Enzo asked to watch me. Their eyes were elsewhere.   
• Thank goodness! But where do I know that I want to run to? Anyways, I still need to evacuate this place. There are hundreds of people in this mall. Someone might take pity and help me out. Firstly I need to go to the police station.  —Who knows, my parents might still be looking for me, and from there, I'll get to them.   
• After successfully moving far from Beatrice, although not too far, I turned and ended up slamming my body into a complicated figure, terrified, I looked up to see a man grinning at me.    
• "Hello Beautiful, do you need my help? I'm glad you are alone now. I meant to communicate to you immediately you walked into the mall. My name is-”   
• "No, she doesn't need your help!” I heard a threatening voice announce. My heart skipped a beat.   
• I know that voice. Oh please! Please! I haven't even gone far. I don't want to turn. I don't want to look back. Should I run? Maybe, I should. I concluded and made my foot forward, but a hand grabbed me by my wrist and pulled me back forcefully.   
• It's him. He caught me. It's devil Enzo! Oh, I'm doomed. I didn't know he was around the corner. Was he watching me from somewhere because I barely even made a move?    
• "Oh...oh really? I mean no harm, she's just so beautiful, and I was trying my luck!" The man who was grinning at me ahead announced.   
• "Leave. Why aren't you leaving then?" Enzo stepped forward again, his hand tightly holding unto me.    
• I saw fear creep up the man's face. “I'll...I'll go. I don't signify harm. Haha!" The man chuckled again before speeding off.   
• As soon as the man left, I took my gaze to the floor. I can't look at myself. I'm afraid he'll kill me with his stern gaze. His hand held unto me even more tightly as he started pulling me towards a direction.   
• We got to a reversed place, and he stood at the door. The male restroom is written on the door. He kicked the door open.   
• "Everyone, get out!" He howled the ordinance like he owned the place. Maybe he holds the stance. Two men rapidly ran out, but one refused to go. His men that have been following us from behind stepped in and dragged the man out.   
• He dragged me into the restroom and shut the door. “What was that? Were you trying to run from me? Were you?!" He roared.   
• I stood there with my gaze fixed on the floor, and I didn't want to reply or look at him. He is scaring the hell out of me right now, and I hate him.   
• "Look at me!" He ordered, making me tremble in fear as I shook my head.   
• "I won't repeat myself." He growled and yanked me by the hair.    
• "Arg," I groaned as I felt my scarp burn. Why is he pulling it so hard? He is hurting me.    
• "You were trying to run from me, weren't you? Because I haven't killed you, you think you can escape from me, huh!" He snapped and gripped my hair more tightly. Tears gathered up my eyes as I opened my mouth to speak.   
• His gaze is so hard. If looks could kill, I could have died minutes ago. I can see the hate in his eyes. He hates me as much as I hate him. But why? Could it be as Kyle suggested? He is mistaking me for someone else. He has to because he can't just hate me this much without knowing me.   
• "Pl...please," I grimaced in pain as tears started running down my eyes. His eyes turned a shade darker as he gripped my hair tightly, making it hurt more than before.   
• He took a step towards me. His stern gaze did not leave mine. “I told you. I told you not to get on my nerves, didn't I? I haven't taught you a lesson recently. It makes you think you are free, huh." His words sound poisonous to my ears.    
• With the look in his eyes. I'm afraid he might lose it and kill me right now. I'm petrified.      
• "I...I won't do it again. I swear." I promised, looking him straight in the eyes.   
• "Oh, you won't. You can never escape from me. The day I let you go is the day you break the last straw. It's the day I get very bored of you, very tired of you." He angrily warns. “And letting go of you means killing you, not letting you go anywhere else or live freely after what you did. You'll never live freely." He swore as his eyes sparkled with hatred.   
• "I...I...didn't. I wasn't the one. I'm not the person," I cried as he finally let go of my hair.   
• Oh, my head hurts a lot. My body is all red from the pain he caused me. He took two steps away from me. He fixed his hands into his trouser pocket. He stared at me as I cried for a minute before leaving the restroom.   
• I squatted down to the floor and continued crying my eyes out. What're all these? What sort of ill fate is this? Why am I being punished for something I know nothing of? I wish I could just die right now.    
• The door cracked open, one of the men he told to watch me enter, a smirk was plastered on his face. I slowly stood up on my feet as he approached me. What is he going to do? I was wondering when I felt my left cheek burn.   
• I groaned as I fell on the floor.    
• "You bitçh! You dare try to escape, huh." He pulled me by the hair till I was standing on my feet again.   
• He made to slap me again when the door opened. “Theo, don't do that. If the boss finds out, he won't take it lightly with you. We all hate her but don't do it." The other man responsible for watching me got in and said to him.    
• Immediately he said it, the bastard that was about to hit me let go of me. He scoffed and bit his lips in. I touched the side of my mouth to notice blood. He burst my lips. That bastard! What did I do to him?    
• "You, you are fortunate. I'll say you are a fortunate thing. Even after what you did, the boss still allows you to live. You should be grateful that he allowed you to live till today, but you attempted escaping at the chance you got?" He scoffed again.   
• "We know, we saw you trying to escape but pretended because I noticed boss coming. I thought this was a perfect opportunity for the boss to get rid of you finally. I know I'll get a lot of scolding from him, but I needed you to die. We all need you to die. I know he is infuriated by your actions but what I don't know is the reason he is letting you live. He is not the kind of person to have mercy on those who have wronged him."   
• "Why is he keeping you alive and only punishing you softly? He is not even treating you the way you should be treated. I'm annoyed because you aren't in the dungeon but a nice room. You eat, bathe, sleep, and you wake up at your own time. You don't do anything, and the servants do everything for you." He said, pointing and pressing my forehead.   
• "I am so angry and wish you could die for what you did, you bitch! Why the fuçk is boss sparing your damned life? Why?" He pushed my head backward till I hit my head on the tiled walls.   
• "I don't know what you are talking about." I managed to voice out.    
• "Why are you guys treating me like this?"   
• "You don't know?" He scoffed and pushed my forehead again.   
• "I don't know!!" I screamed at him. I don't know what came over me, but I pushed his hand away from me.   
• For a second, he stared at me with wide eyes before he burst out laughing.   
• "You...You are fighting me back?! You must be crazy. I'll teach you a lesson and receives boss's punishment later." He lifted his hand in other to slap me again, but I covered my face.   
• "I'll tell him about it. I'll tell him that you are hurting me and have been hurting me." I threatened, slowly lifting my head to glare at me.   
• He scoffed again.   
• "I heard what the other guy said. He'll get angry at you. And I'll also tell him that you knew I was trying to escape but didn't catch me because you were testing his patience." I stated, now glaring directly at me.   
• The look on his face changed immediately.    
• "You are one smart bitch I must say. But do you know what will happen once that happens? The other guys, both the ones at the door right now. They won't spare you. They'll get at you every opportunity they get. They'll damage you real bad. You know, sometimes boss travels for six months, a year, two to even three. Who will protect you once he travels? Hahaha!" He laughed as he revealed.   
• Oh goodness! Will that happen to me? They'll damage me in what way? Oh no! I hope it's not what I'm thinking. I won't be able to handle it if one or two of them force themselves on me. I'll end up dying. I won't be able to survive it. Having devil Enzo do that to me is already enough. I won't be able to handle it.    
• "I'll...I'll still report you. It'll give me satisfaction knowing that you got punished for what you did to me." I stood my ground and spoke back at him.   
• Even though I'm scared as hell, I'm afraid thinking about the possibility of what he just announced, I still need to defend myself in front of him. He is less scary than Enzo, although he is evil.    
• He scoffed again. “You ferocious bitch. I can't believe you have the guts,”   
• "I am not a killer. I didn't kill anyone." I whisper shouted.   
• "You didn't? Who are you trying to deceive? You killed our former boss. Who are you trying to deceive?" He thundered, now getting mad again.   
• Geez! I'm scared.   
• "But I didn't kill anyone. I didn't." I whispered, moving away from him. “I don't know how to do that. You have got the wrong person." I added. At my words, he laughed again.   
• "Even Santiago confirmed you as the person twice. Twice, he confirmed you were the one he sent to kill our former boss, and you are here trying to deceive who? Who the fuçk you uttered profanity bitch?" He came closer to slap me but held himself before his hand could land on my face.   
• "But I didn't," I whispered. This time, tears resumed flowing down my eyes again.   
• I didn't kill anyone. Why am I being accused wrongly? —Santiago, that bastard. Why on earth did he tell them that I was the one that killed their former boss? Why did he do that to me? And he is already dead. Enzo killed him right in front of me. What am I to do? What?   
• I looked up at him.   
• "Then...then I'll prove it. I'll prove that I didn't kill anyone." I mumbled.   
• He scoffed again. "That Santiago bastard is dead, there is no way for you to prove anything, and no one will believe you,”    
• "I will make sure no one believes you." He smirked at me.   
• Goodness! I'm screwed. I shouldn't have reacted the way I just did.