sold to the cult of the Black Widows by her stepmother, Latesha Sinz over the murder of her only child. The leader and matriarch of the cult, Natasha De La Rose, thirsty for money and seeing potential in Melody's pains takes Melody in against her will, training her in areas Melody excelled in. But wherever Melody goes, death leaves a trail. Melody is then sold to Billionaire and Mafia boss, Lucius King as punishment for her defiance, failed mission and desire for freedom, a chance to love as she had always dreamed. Lucius King,the cruelest man she has ever met buys her with the aim to kill her however his plans fall short before it begins
Chapter 1
"Why did you kill him?" she yells as she sends a slap across my face that sends me to the floor with tears trailing down my cheeks.
"Kneel straight!" She snarls. How am I to do that, I had been tied up by my own adoptive mother. With a grunt, I tried to kneel straight so she could beat the crap out of me while sobbing loudly. "My son.. you.. you killed my only son all for what?!" she barks.
I blink the blueness away and I watch her stroll the corners of the dark office, with just the dimly lit candle on the table a source of light. Her heels echoing in the room.
"He raped me! I begged too many times to stop but he threatened me. Each night, he stormed in and threatened me with a dagger to strip" I paused gasping for air as the tears and heaviness in my chest made it all to difficult to speak.
I heard her scoff but I continued "When I refuse, he would force himself on me, sometimes beat me up. You have to believe me,Lateesha!" She cackles lightly, her expensive perfume hits my nostrils.
She grips my chin, her long red nails digging into my skin with a glare that morphed her into a scary being. I let out a grunt followed by a scream.
"please!" I shrieked. Quickly she pulls off to make a call clicking her fingers at her men who didn't hesitate to beat the crap outta me.
***
While I nurse my bleeding face and swollen eye, dabbing off the tears still running down my eyes, stealing several glances at my so called mother whose face looked devilishly furious. she glared unblinkingly into the empty space.? Yes, I know I am not her child she had always made that clear but this is wicked. We drove past a bunch of cars lined in the road as the sore smell hit my face.
I knew she was going to sell me. I had watched her sell a couple of other girls especially to men, she was a favorite in the black market. Silence settled in the car as we drove by while I leaned deeper to catch some sleep.
A slap hit my face snapping me awake
"Get the fuck down you slut!"
I quickly get down, restricting the tears making it's way out with my finger. My mother led the way into an elegant but well guarded mansion. I cowered behind, looking around and behind me every chance I got.
We walked down a dimly lit hallway decorated by guards whose gaze followed as we strolled down. She seems rigid, devoid of any form of humanity.
We enter a medium sized, cold room that smells flowery. There sat a ravishingly beautiful woman sipping her wine.
"I have been waiting"
"We're here"
Mother pushed me with all the strength she mustered, sending me to the ground and hitting Natasha's feet. She stared at me moving her legs away as if nothing happened. I couldn't hold back my tears as the came gushing out
"Name?" she sips at her wine
"Mel.. Melody" I say amid the tears as I struggle to get back on my feet.
"Move closer" I flinch. I cowered as she gently pulled my chin, examining it. She stroked my chin then looked down at me with a smile.
"She is breathtaking." She lets go of my face leaving me rather confused.
"Take her." She looks at me from her chair
"You would be better off here than dead"
"Tell me Latesha, how much does she cost?"
"Just ten million"
"oh that's quite a lot for a beaten battered lady" she lolls back staring at mother
"A beauty like hers will fetch you more than this."
"It'll take a while and care to get her wounds healed. Beauty isn't all she has to offer"
"ten million dollars and that's it"
Natasha smirked, let out a scoff as she sipped her wine "Eight."
I listened as they bargained for me like some object. Like I wasn't a human being.
"Eight it is then" she sounded displeased.
"trust me, my price is generous"
Mother scoffed as Natasha pulls out a check which she hands over to mother who didn't spare me a look. She walks out with a vow to make sure my death was a miserably sad one leaving me in tears in a strange place.
Natasha looks at me still savoring the taste of her wine. She empties her wine
"Get your shit together" she snarled
"What did you do?" she had a warmness to her eyes
"He raped me" I struggled to let it out, the heaviness in my chest tightened and the daunting memeory replayed.
"It never stopped until I started poisoning him." I sob painfully.
"As you know"... she places the glass on the glass table, makes her way towards me while examining my face inches away
"I own you now. This is your new home." She makes her way to the door "Come" accompanied by her guards. We walked into the hallway, past a set of body guards all lined out in the hallway while I cowered behind. Not one smile in sight, everything seems intense.
"My philosophy is quite unusual in the black market. I solely recruit girls to The Cult of Black Widows. We buy them, pick them off the street, the homeless and victims of sexual assault and rape. We have room for every and any kind of girl even the depressed and suicidal who want nothing but death."
Her strict voice stroked my skin, instilling fear. She was a dangerous woman. She continues,
"Emotions and pain remain a driving tool. The right amount of emotions does wonders you see, I enhance it. Redirect to a greater cause."
She pulls open a door revealing a largely spaced courtyard filled with different training tools and occupied by several ladies who kept training as Natasha watched from above with glee in her eyes which flickered as she turns to me
"This is where you will be trained starting tomorrow." I could see my world crumbling.
"Please. This is not the type of life I want. I cannot do this" I plead, wiping off the tears on my face.
"Frankly, I cannot do that. I paid a great load of money. You do as I say"
"I'm not cut out for this kind of life"
"Come"
She leads me down the stairs past the hallways into the axis of the mansions and into the back. A guard opens the door revealing a gloomy room, a foul stench escapes the room of dried blood stained on the old gray walls. Opposite a huge table standing in the middle of the room was a massive chest displaying different kinds of knives.
She pushes me inside as I land face first on the bloody ground. The tiny light buld dangling right about lighted the room reveals the coldness sprawled on her face
"Chucky!" she calls,watches as a huge man steps forward
"Cut her open. I'd make a fortune selling her organs" her voice fills the room.
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