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. She had become so used to the beatings, but it was still such an instinct to protect her face.
"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, as he watched Aya wince as the impact caused pain.
"Times are changing! Even down here, people are getting tired of being ripped off and used!" She retaliated, sitting straight and pulling down 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 flung 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. Despite being so used to it, it all still hurt.
"Please…" She begged. "There's only so many merchants down here that haven't been stolen from yet!"
"What's that?" Mocked Imran, laughing. "I hear excuses 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. But ever since you ended up here, in our good household, you've been nothing but a disturbance!"
Aya laughed. "How is this pace of any good?! By intimidating everyone to do your shitty work for you?! Get off your own ass and go try stealing what you expect us to swipe!"
"…Shut it now!" Imran fiercely muttered, his teeth gritted as he raised the back of his hand.
"By shaming 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 choked. 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, gripping his knife and waving it in front of him before he then swiftly rushed for the exit.
Slowly, a puddle of blood began spreading in front of her as the boss then dropped to the ground, dead. His face, distorted. A wide gash open at his throat as his blood poured out like water through a dam. Who did this? What had happened? She looked over at the other thugs still in the room, they were stood still with their hands in the air. Looking at someone and they were 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.
A persistent laugh she could hear, the other men begging for their own lives. Skin being slashed at again as more bodies hit the tainted wooden flooring. Aya groaned as she felt her body being lifted. Prying her eyes open, it was all a blur. A hazy figure carrying her in his arms, wearing some silly looking hat.
"You got guts, don't ya?" He would ask her, putting on a grin. "I ain't gonna be carrying you forever, little fury."
