Master Brian’s maid

Those memories suddenly appeared in Wendy’s dream again, the gloomy, dark image of the dilapidated house suddenly appeared in her mind. An obsession to torment that Wendy cannot forget.

A tall, muscular man, covered in tattoos, violently having sex with her poor mother in bed. It smelled of blood and the smell of dirt and grime that hadn’t been washed clean for a long time. Surrounded by a group of people playing cards happily together, they ignored the little girl Wendy, who was tied by ropes with her hands and feet tied, and angry eyes when witnessing that despicable scene.

Right now, she wanted to rush to stab those bastards with a knife, they were demons from hell, they didn’t deserve to be called human. Even if she tore them into a hundred pieces, she would not be able to vent the anger that was boiling, burning hot inside her like now.Content provided by NôvelDrama.Org.

And one of the men playing cards happily among them was none other than her father, the person Wendy most craves to kill is him, the first to die before the rest.

He was a wretched and fake man who always made others do things his way, it was miserable for her mother to marry such a lousy husband. Although she advised her mother to give up on him many times before, she still didn’t listen, Wendy really didn’t understand it. Is it love or blind stupidity?

Wendy was shaking with fear, trying to scream with all her might even though she was gagged by them with cloth. She couldn’t think of a hundred reasons to answer the question of why her father, he did, did such a cruel and cruel thing to her mother, the woman who had lived with him, took care of him and bore him two obedient children. He heartlessly let other men torture and trample on his wife’s body?

When one by one, one by one, played with that woman’s body in bed, and she herself was helpless to witness it all, watching her mother being raped and brutally treated without any means to prevent them. She only wished that her eyes had become blind now, so that she could not witness that horrible and dirty scene. Will Wendy be the next to take the place of her mother and let them rape and play?

If that was the case then she wanted things to go faster because Wendy didn’t want to see her mother crumpled and physically in pain in bed anymore. She wanted to help her mother get some rest and sleep. But that didn’t happen it was quite the opposite, as her poor mother was exhausted and breathless gasping for air on the bed those bastards had given her. Now that it was her turn, Wendy knew what she was facing.

She was ready when they untied and rushed to force her into bed, Wendy would use her teeth to bite into their flesh like a wild animal and would never let go or stop it again. Wendy will crush them, gnawing their bloody flesh in her mouth, they will feel pain to stop the barbaric act or maybe they will lose blood from her attack. That is the proper result they receive for their wrongdoing when they heartlessly mistreat others.

And that’s all just the force of Wendy’s fleeting imagination, she wasn’t brave enough to do it because of the hard blows to her back and butt when Wendy resisted wanting to charge. They changed to a new, wiser decision, when one of them told her father to sell her to a trafficker for a hefty price, because they had heard her father talk about her virginity. She is like an expensive and luxurious item.

That’s why, soon after, they changed their plans without trying to mistreat or coerce her. Instead, they play with alcohol, they use a big stick and smash everything in the house, they enjoy breaking everything in the house as a pastime. They dragged large cabinets, tables and chairs to the middle of the house, use a hammer to break it, they were happy about it, the loud bangs made them excited and drawn. And those sounds make someone tremble, they feel like those big men will kill them in a moment if they are noticed and have actions that displease those barbarians.

Wendy was the same, she was cold when she saw them, they made her more afraid than ever. The young girl had a feeling that she would be swallowed up and killed by them at any moment. Wendy is still a little girl, she’s really too small and weak right now, being intimidated by those bastards, shouting at her and not daring to fight back.

Next after that, they proceeded to bang on the glass in the window and the large door in the aisle. The broken pieces of glass broke, rubbed and collided with each other, they fell to the ground and shattered into tiny shards. A few fragments shot out and hit Wendy, the little girl was hit by a flying piece, causing her arm to be slightly scratched. Wendy immediately thought of a way to free herself, which is to sneak out a small piece of glass and cut into the rope to escape. But unfortunately, one of them noticed her actions and used a small dagger to warn her not to do it to avoid being killed by them. He glared at Wendy as if he wanted to eat her alive, always watching and keeping an eye on her to prevent her from escaping.

Their behavior was like a bunch of madmen with red eyes and rosy faces drunk from alcohol, they enjoyed cutting themselves with broken mirrors and screaming at themselves. Do they take drugs? Why are they so crazy? The answer is yes, one of them was a drug dealer and he shared it with his accomplices. So that’s why they are crazy and act stupidly unlike normal people at all.

And they wanted to approach Wendy again, they wanted to put the broken glass on Wendy’s white skin, but her father stopped in time, because he didn’t want his goods to be damaged and become ugly in the eyes of the customer. They obeyed him as a dog obeys its master. But instead, they wanted to fill the void of that demonic control, the drug that led them to act. So they drew close to the poor woman covered in wounds and blood on the bed, Wendy’s miserable mother, they cut her wrist with a piece of glass to make the blood gush out as a pleasure they had enjoyed and think about.

She couldn’t stand the excruciating physical pain and lost too much blood, so she couldn’t stand it and took her last breath in bed. Wendy witnessed the scene with her own eyes and was helpless to do anything. She cried horribly, she cried and screamed in madness, she screamed until her voice was hoarse, the scream was like a cry for help of a wild dog being beaten so badly by its owner, broke his leg and peeled off layers of flesh on his body.

Wendy didn’t understand why the man she called her father was so cruel, she could never have imagined such a horrible scene as this unfolding before her eyes. And when her mother died, he made it clear to her that he was just a fake father who had lived with her for ten years, and her biological father was unlucky to have survived the shipwreck at sea.

Because Wendy’s mother wanted her daughter not to grieve over the loss, she quickly accepted the evil man’s proposal when her biological father died. And all the truth has been clarified, only Wendy understands it, why has he treated her very good, unconditionally during the past time. It seems that all of those things are not true feelings but just an excuse, a perfect cover to cover up the cruel person and beastly within him.

She was sold by him to a human trafficker after he had the last bit of humanity left when he regained consciousness from alcohol and drugs, it was the act of burying her mother in this small fishing village.

_________________