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Lena's POV
My stomach hurt. My head was pounding, but not like the familiar hangover pains. And I was way more tired than usual. I felt like utter shit. Though, even though I've been through shit, I'd rather be that than dead, so I still managed to make my way to the base. I let out a series of sneezes, and a terrible cough before walking into the office.
"You look like you've been to hell and back, cherie." Widowmaker bluntly spoke. If I weren't feeling this shitty, I probably would've said or done something regretful to such a rude remark. Instead, I ignored her, clearly annoying her, and did the normal drink routine.
After returning with their orders, I decided to take a breather and laid on one of the couches. I meant to close my eyes for only a moment or two, but instead I found myself being awaken 4 hours later by a bunch of rocking.
"Chica? Chica?" Sombra was the first person I saw, "Jeez, you look like shit. Didn't sleep well?"
I sat up immediately, feeling a rush hit my head. I held on to it and grunted, "S'methin like that luv"
The rest of the day seemed more difficult than usual, I didn't have the energy to fight back with Amelie but that seemed to only annoy her more and time seemed slower than normal. I never got sick so, stubbornly I refused to accept it. I wanted to sleep forever. That was my only thought going through my head the whole day. I caught myself doing of while mopping the floors or in the middle of cooking. Today, was not a fun day. But like any other one, it eventually ended.
I was pretty sure when I get home, I'd be sleeping for the rest of my days.
8-8-8
Amelie handed Fareeha a folder before opening another one. Her eyes looked down to her wrist, seeing the time: 11:05 am. She looked up, seeing everyone either sleeping or doing their own shit, all without drinks, however.
"Where's Lena?"
"Oh yeah" Chris sat up from the couch, "She texted us earlier, she's apparently taking the day off."
Amelie snapped, her golden pupils growing smaller with her seething rage, "Who the hell told her she could choose?" She clenched her fist around her pipe, "Why the hell didn't she text me?"
"Bleh, I could guess a couple reasons" Sombra shrugged.
"That prick, thinking she can do whatever the hell she wants." Amelie stood, putting on her coat, "Take me to that slave's house."
During the day, the neighborhood looked different, still shitty, but it was not visible. They alleyway previously was also easy to see the ed to, which led to a small, brown shack at the back. Amelie got out, throwing her used cigarette and placing a hand on her gun. Just the atmosphere alone made her feel as if she needed to be on guard at any given moment. She and her small gang members walked down, and Amelie almost kicked the door down but, Gabriel held her back and knocked calmly. Growing impatient as no one answered, she opened the door, surprised it was unlocked. She narrowed her eyes in suspicion, before stalking inside.
In the corner was Lena, fast asleep under four pairs of blankets, "Cherie" Amelie hissed. Her eyebrow twitched as she received no response, "Ignoring me and sleeping is not the best idea." She walked over and paused seeing her extremely pale face and her quick breaths. Lightly, she placed her hand over her forehead and growled, "Merde. She has a fever".
She let out an annoyed sigh, and picked up the unconscious girl in her arms, carrying her out the door. "I'm taking it with me."
"But...madam?" Gabriel was completely confused by her actions.
Amelie lightly placed her in the car seat and stared at her for a moment before turning around to face Gabriel, "I don't care what you do or how you do it. But please, make sure this lump of shit is out of my sight. It's getting on my nerves." before the others could respond, she slid into the limo and slammed the door closed.
Gabe sighed, pulling out a phone, "Hello? Yes, I need to sell a...shack?"
8-8-8
When I woke up, there was this unusual, fuzzy white light. Was I dead? I mentally shrugged, at least I'm not in Widowmaker's clutches anymore. I blinked a few more times and began to sharpen my vision and get a clear view of my surroundings. I was in a bedroom...but not mine. I gasped and looked down to my hands and feet, and saw that they weren't tied.
Savvy, I'm not in some rape situation.
"Good instincts cherie." said a familiar French voice.
I whipped my head around to the source, and I viewed it was Amelie who was sitting on the couch next to the bed. I swore, "Bloody hell". Never the fuck mind, I can already feel the rape coming. She stood up and walked towards me and I continued to look around, "Where am I, luv?"
"The base." She deadpanned, "Your sick ass was near death, and I brought you here. Sleeping for 2 days straight. Lousy doctor said I should start looking for a different slave if you didn't wake up today."
"2 days?!" I gasped. I rubbed my face and yawned, "Sorry luv, didn't mean to get ya through this trouble. I'll go home now."
She crossed her arms, "Non. I sold your lump of shit."
What the fuck?
"You did what?" I snapped, turning my enraged expression at her, "Who the fuck told you to even think that?!"
She seemed unthreatened however, "You'll be moving here. At base."
What? Moving where? I blinked owlishly, "Mistress...what?"
"Do your ears not fucking work? I said you are staying here now. It was irritating me having you live there, so you'll live here. There is no room for negotiation."
"Uhm….okay?" I squeaked. I mean, it wasn't that bad of an idea, but 24/7 on base without an escape does sound awfully life-threatening..
"It's either here or the damn streets" Amelie smoked her pipe.
I looked around for a moment, and snapped my gaze back up to hers, "Wait, my stuff? Where is it?"
She nodded her head towards the coffee table, "All there. Calm the hell down."
I let out a breath of relief then stared at the room. It was really nice, the bed was an actual bed with a pretty brown frame and white covers. There was a huge TV and couch in here too, with an actual closet and some shelves. "Is this all mine?"
"Oui." Amelie looked at me. Sometimes the woman catches me off guard with her gorgeous expressions. Her eyes were so intense and her face was so flawless and breathtaking. But they all belonged to a witch, rather wasted if ya asked me luvs. "You'll be the only one living here. I used this room when I had to spend the night here, but I don't need it anymore. The bathroom and shit are down the hall. This is the Main Office level, so don't walk around naked...unless you want to cherie" she added with a quick lustful glance.
I rolled my eyes, cheeks reddened, at the unneeded commentary, "You know I can't possibly pay for this."
"You life belongs to me, so I suppose I can pay for you when your broke ass needs help surviving. " She smirked. I didn't know if this was her being kind, but I appreciated it anyway.
She chuckled, lighting her pipe again. "Besides, my fucking piggy bank could buy your whole neighborhood"
I take it all back.
She yawns, "Your fashion statement is an insult to my country, so be glad I didn't blow your useless brain out when we first met. I had Chris and Gabriel get you some new clothes over the last two days. If I ever see you in a fucking baggy shirt again, I'll slit your throat"
Despite her crazy threats and insults, she actually did alot of me. I grinned at her, genuinely this time, "Thanks Amelie"
Instantly she tsked, while flinching lightly, and turned away, "It's whatever."
As she walked out of the room, I quickly inspected the place. I opened my closet and had the glorious display of new clothing. How long had it been since I'd actually bought something other than food? Or slept in an actual bed?
Widowmaker probably would never understand nor care about how much this all meant to me. I pulled out a slutty white piece of lingerie with a purple lipstick imprint on a sticky note, attached to it, and instantly my mood soured, along with a heavy blush. And also why I hate her so much either.
I was going to live in a mafia base? I sat down on the couch, "I have been summoned into the spider's web". No matter how much I was going to complain, in the end, this place was 100000x better than that damned shack. Now I wouldn't have to walk for an hour every morning to get here and maybe Amelie would pipe the hell down about me escaping and etc.
Hastily, I pulled out a brown polo shirt and some khaki cargo shorts. They felt so clean and soft as I pulled them over my skin. I looked forwards again, they bought me shoes too? I grabbed a pair of tennis shoes. I took a quick glance at the hanging mirror as I tried, and failed, to contain my hair.
It was kinda fun to be spoiled.
8-8-8
I walked into the Main Office and was immediately greeted by crying, wissy gangsters whom thought I was done for. They have such great faith in me. I laughed and reassured them that I wasn't going anywhere anytime soon, sending them back to their previous places. I walked up to Amelie's desk and she looked up, immediately with a scowl, "Who the hell told you to wear that you fool."
I frowned and looked down at it, "You did luv? You said you'd slit ma throat if I were to wear my usual s'ff"
Amelie was red. "Merde. Take it off"
I grinned, "Awhhh, are you blushing luv? Like what ya see?"
She growled, "Like hell I am," she looked a bit flustered as she continued to yell at me.
"You've been gone for three fucking days, get to work cherie."
For once, I obeyed with no retorts or remaining comments. The gal was a pure shitface, but I supposed since she did this all, I can be compliant for a day. I found myself working twice as hard though, the witch was more needy and the entire base was filthy as hell. Imagine if I disappeared for good, and I shivered merely at the thought of that.
As everyone went home and the base grew quiet, I was offered a sort of serenity I haven't had in a long ass time. Instantly, I ran to the bathroom and stripped, hopping into the hot water. Now this was something I hadn't felt for a while. Hot water.
I hummed quietly as I ran shampoo through my cowlicks, letting the water run down my skin. It was so nice, luvs, like Holy Omnics. I rubbed the soap over my body, becoming deeply amused and began singing loudly and obnoxiously.
"SOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO ILL TELL YA WHAT I WANT, WHAT I REALLY REALLY WANT
SO TELL ME WANT WHAT YOU WANT, WHAT YOU REALLY REALLY WANT
I WANT A
I WANT A
I WANT A
I WANT A
I WANT A
I REALLY REALLY WANT, WANT A ZIGAZIG-A~"
I wrapped a towel around my body and exited through the doors, still singing Spice Girls loudly, drying my hair with another cloth. As I turned the corner, my body hit something soft, but hard. I shrieked and looked up, seeing a pissed off French woman, who looked ready to kill.
"If you ever try to sing again, I will rip your tongue out and shove it down your disgusting throat."
I shrieked again, "B-Boss?! I thought you left with everyone else?!" I frantically spoke, desperately hoping that I didn't disturb her with my amazing singing capabilities. She looked down at me and growled, before cocking a brow. She glanced at me, looking up and down, before smirking lightly.
"Are you seducing me?"
My face grew hot and I stuck out my leg to kick her, but, unsurprisingly, she caught it with one hand. "Perverted Witch."
Instantly, her eyes widened and let go, "If you don't walk away right now, I will pin you down and do more than give you another bloody hickey."
I nodded, feeling my entire grow hot suddenly, with her last comment. Immediately, I blinked to my room and slid down the door right after I slammed it close. That..that fucking horny witch. I took a couple seconds to slow down my beating heart, before finally regaining myself and changing into some pajamas,
I waited for a bit, before heading out the door once again.
Now, it was time to explore!
8-8-8
I slipped out of my room and squeaked the Main Office door open. "Who is it?" groaned a certain French boss.
Goddammit. I thought she went home?
Shit, can't run now.
I walked in, smiling awkwardly and sheepishly, "I was uhm...just...exploring..?"
Amelie didn't make eye contact with me, only continued who she was doing before. Did that mean it was okay? I took the risk and walked fully into the room. It felt so different without the talking and bodies. I turned around and watched Amelie write some things down.
What did she do at that desk all day? And what about the days she went for a trip? What was...being a mafia boss like at a young age?
"What." Amelie glared at me, "Ever since you entered, you were drooling all over me."
I huffed, "You're too cocky! Was just wondering what you were doing, you stroppy mushroom"
What was with her? She was acting differently. I've been in here for at least 5 minutes and she hadn't bossed me around or insulted me. I watched her brush back some loose strands of her hair, and if I didn't loathe the witch so much I probably would've jumped on her.
She was stressed.
"Is...everything alright luv?" I gently asked, sort of in fear shell lash out without Gabriel next to her.
Amelie's eyes were slightly red and she had small bags under her eyes. She was really tired, it was obvious. I cleared my throat, receiving no response, "You should go home if you are so tired.."
"Shut up." She deadpanned.
I sighed, clearly the gal didn't like pity. But neither do I, so what can I say? Wasn't tired but, I didn't want to wait for the beast to explode. So, I headed for the door. "Wait." She called out right before I placed my hand on the handle.
I froze. Shit, what I do now?! Taking a deep breath, I turned around so I could face her. She looked a little different from normal, her face seemed to be softer and less on guard. "Yes, mistress?"
"Stay here till I leave" She yawned gently, writing something on a piece of paper.
I chuckled a bit, "Do you not want to be alone since Gabriel isn't here, luv?"
"Just shut up and sit down, you damn annoyance." She scowled, not taking the time to look at me while she said it.
She is so fucking confusing.
I sat on the couch and silently stared at her. Despite being sent from the depths of hell, it was hard not to respect her. She worked hard to keep her people sade as well ran an entire organization. She was so young too.
"You know, if you don't stop gazing at me like that, I'm just going to assume you are inviting me to come and take you completely." Her eyes were on me, making my blood pump faster, giving me a lazy smirk.
I frowned and looked away with an agitated hiss, "Why do you always say things like that? You're just a lousy, damned tease."
Amelie chuckled, "Your idiotic expressions bring me joy."
FUCKING LOUSY SH-
I let out an annoyed breath, "You're a fucking bully."
Amelie yawned, "You act like such a delicate virgin. It's rather annoying."
You know what, my shack sounded really nice right now. I scowled and held onto a pillow, "You don't know what the fuck you are talking about." I seethed, slowly approaching my limit with the huntress.
"Would you rather I do it then?" She stood up and instantly my stomach dropped. "You shouldn't call your boss a fucking tease. Especially when she's fully capable of carrying out her words, cherie"
I widened my eyes as she neared the couch and I threw the pillow at her face. She froze and as the pillow I threw fell, it revealed a very, very irritated Amelie. Yet again, I found myself pinned against the couch as I tried to free myself, "You know, you have a lot of guts." Her voice was in the (as I like to call it luvs) murder tone. "Always testing my emotions cherie, do you not understand who you are dealing with?"
She slammed my body further into the couch and I let out a yelp as my head hit the edge. She paused for a moment and I looked up to her panting. Okay, maybe it was the position we were in or that I was suddenly just extremely tired, but seeing her luxurious body and hace hovering over me made me really hot.
Amelie seemed to catch on (Devil senses) and she chuckled, "What a lewd expression." Her voice was so smooth. Instantly I shut my eyes, frantically shaking my head. "What? Do you not enjoy sex~?" She chuckled, and smirked, clearly entertained by my reaction.
I clenched my jaw, "Mistress, let go." I started speaking lower, my eyes still sewed shut, "You're crossing some pretty dangerous waters with me right now."
She leaned in closer, making my heart beat faster. "Really? You seemed pretty excited two seconds ago. Even now, your heart is racing. Are you nervous?" She hummed in amusement.
Instantly, I opened an eye, seeing her face was almost right on top o mine. Quickly, I slammed my head into hers and escaped. I blinked out the Main Office door, and bolted to my room. Quickly, I slammed the door shut and locked it, even though she'd probably has the key.
Slowly, I slid down the door, leaning my back against it as I thought about what the hell just happened. I looked at my chest and noticed that my heart was still beating faster than normal, and not just because I just ran for possibly my life.
I looked at my hands, and spent a portion of the night just pondering.
What the hell is going on with me?
That night I spent the whole time in my bedroom, hiding from the witch. Tomorrow definitely wasn't going to me fun.
In case there are few who are wondering, yes, the story has an ending. The epilogue that I've thought of is rather amusing, so stay tuned of course! As you see later on in the story, there are going to be some topics that might seem cliche or might edge you on, so fair warning. But please underrstand that it needs to be done in order to have the proper character development!
But on another note, I hope you enjoyed this episode, and as always R&R please. It helps me greatly.
