Part II
Origin
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"No one was interested!" Aya was flung to the floor, her skirt torn, revealing her thigh. She raised both of her hands over her face, clearly scared as she was grabbed by her shirt and a fist was held in place in front of her.
"How many times? You don't deliver, you go hungry for the weekend!" A thug yelled at her, flinging her across the room again, smirking.
"Times are changing! Even down here, people are getting tired of being ripped off and used!" Aya retaliated, sitting straight and pulling up her now torn shirt. Another thug which she appeared to be working for was tapping his knife on the table that was covered with cash. She knew money wasn't an issue here, they are simply just enjoying this.
"I swear, boss, she's been warned!" Protested the man that was hurting her.
"All of our ladies are aware, Imran." The male laughed, shrugging his shoulders. "You don't bring your worth back in cash by weeks end, you get what's comin' to you and you go hungry."
Imran chuckled as he cracked his knuckles, causing Aya to cower in fear. It was clear she has been through this many times.
"Please…" She begged. "There's only so many men who want and yet refuse to pay!"
"What's that?" Mocked Imran, laughing. "I hear whimpering and that's it!"
"Enough!" Shouted the boss, slamming the tip of his knife into the wooden table. He sighed, rolling his eyes. "This is the third time now, woman. We're honest men. We're good! Doing only what we can to get by."
Aya laughed. "How?! By making weak girls sell their bodies to make you a profit?!"
"…Shut it now!" Imran fiercely muttered, his teeth gritted as he raised his fist.
"By raping us and abusing us when we come back with only what we're supposed to get but suddenly our targets were risen without us even knowing? How is this good and honest?!
"I've really had enough of you, woman!" The boss was overly agitated as he charged over to Aya. He lifted her up by her throat, listening to her struggling to breathe. Aya struggled. She clawed at the bosses hands, her legs flailed endlessly. As she thought her life was about to be taken, she was then dropped to the ground. Her surroundings were silenced, her vision blurred as she gasped for air. She'd noticed Imran was rushing around in a panic.
Slowly, a puddle of blood began spreading in front of her as the boss then dropped to the ground, dead. His face, distorted. It looked like it had exploded. Who did this? What had happened? She looked over at Imran again, he was stood still with both of his hands in the air. He was looking at someone and he was clearly distressed by who it was. As much as she tried to fight it, Aya then blacked out. Part of her face was within the puddled blood but she was too weak to even find the strength to wake up.