Warfare: Begins

For about two hours, HE had narrated to me that Arya was his only daughter. She had killed herself by hanging this evening. It was sometime after she ran out if my room. When I asked him how she was his daughter, he'd just shrug and change the subject.

"I'm so sorry." I whisper. Even though I despise this bastard, I'm not at heartless as he is. I can at least show sympathy and affection for a mourning human.

We are currently at the sight of Arya's death. The rope she used to hang herself is still tied to the stick. How can a young girl like that just take her own life like it was nothing? Maybe she wasn't scared of death. I know I am.

He doesn't reply me and just stares at the scene. Arya's corpse isn't here anymore. Then why is he here? If Arya's corpse is in the morgue then why isn't he there with her? Some dad you are...

"I'm leaving." He states sharply before walking away.

"Wait, what about me?!" I yell after him. What I supposed to do?

He stops speed walking away and faces me. "You killed my daughter, and you really expect me to converse with you?"

I twist my lips. "I didn't kill Arya," I state coldly. Why is he blaming me for this?

"Don't worry, your time is slowly approaching. You know how you fear death so much?" He comes closer to my ear.

"Well you'll soon overcome your fear..." he whispers and leaves.

Oh fuck, he's planning on killing me, isn't he?

.....

"I have to run, have to run..." I recite that mantra as I begin to savage what I can from this luxurious room. Some things here might be good to sell and survive on while I'm finding my family.

I can't stay here anymore, especially when I know HE'S out to get me for apparently killing his daughter. I actually feel bad for Arya. I also feel freaked out. How can a fifteen year old girl just kill herself like that? I can't even put myself in her shoes.

One thing I know is that I didn't cause her death. She's the one who told me all those stuff about vagina butchering and murder. In fact, I'm the one who should have committed suicide.

One question though, how can Arya be a maid servant in the cage when she's HIS daughter? This is a very strange story.

After I finish looting the room, for a good cause, I open the window wide. I'm so fucking crazy!! I want to jump out of the window of a probably very tall cage. I don't even know the size or height of this building.

I take deep breaths. "It's okay Hana. You'll be fine." I assure myself. Oh why did my parents name me Hana? Why not Kwan, that means strong and I need to be strong right now.

I'm scared. I've never been this terrified since this afternoon. That was immediately after Arya's death. I stare at the window giving it an intense gaze. My eyes are filled with confidence and courage. I will not be defeated. If I don't run now, I'll be his enslaved concubine forever.

I suck up courage and attempt to leap out the window. It's better to die than live here.

I hop on the window sill and stare down at the freakishly tall distance. Down is so far. I frown and fall back into the room. I'll never be free. So much for confidence and courage. I give so easily sometimes.

I close my eyes and begin to rekindle my courage and bravery even my strength needs rekindling. I sigh and relax for about two minutes before I hear...

"FIRE AT THOSE BASTARDS!!! THEY AIN'T GETTING OUTTA HERE ALIVE!!" Those commands are so intense.

I spring up and look out the window curiously.

Gasp! "Gunshots everywhere. Blood splattered and I predict lives have already been lost." I murmur as I observe the warfare going on outside in the over large frontage. I wonder what exactly is happening. I think it's HIS men against outsiders. Maybe they're enemies?

Suddenly, the door bursts open to reveal HIM. He looks so angsty. What's wrong with him?

He approaches me with heavy pants. "Come downstairs now." As he demands I follow. I don't want anything killing me right now. I'm glad he didn't notice that I was holding a sack and was preparing for take-off.

I follow him downstairs where the sounds of the gunshots become louder and more intense and horrific.

He puts his hands over my ear to protect them from the confusion and noise surrounding us. I look up at him. He nods at me and we move forward. What is happening?

Soon, we arrive at the end of the house/building. A black Mercedes Benz is parked in front of us. What is happening?

HE takes my hand and leads me into the car. "I love you." He plants a slight kiss on my lips and locks the door.

He's going back to the warfare? "Wait! Mr Evil! Come back!" I yell at him but the shitty driver rolls up the windows.

He faces me with a sheepish smile. "Sorry, Bosses orders."

I pout and relax my back on the chair. Really though, what just happened? I sorta hope HE'LL be alright. What the he'll am I saying?

"Kill that bastard!" I yell from inside the car which slightly frightens the driver. Good he's shaken.

"Hey driver!" I holler.

"Yeah." He answers with a squeaky voice. Maybe because he's recovering from my unexpected outburst.

"Do you know anything about what's happening in the uh... the uh... mansion-cage-place?" I stutter. I did not really know where i was for about a month.

"Oh you mean boss' home?" He asks and I nod.

"Can't tell ya. It's confidential information."

This shitty driver! "Please..." I pester. "I'm curious!"

"No can do concubine," he flat out declines.

I bite my inner cheek in frustration. I sigh and take a quick glance out the window. How did it all come to this?

"If you won't tell me what just happened then at least tell me where we're going." I propose.

He twists his neck to face me. Isn't he driving?

"Hey watch the road!" I yell.

"Don't worry about it.." He waves it off.

I scoff. "What do mean, you wanna kill me?"

"If you knew where we were going, you'd be dead by now."

I choke on my own spit. "Huh?"

"Don't fret Princess." He smiles cockyly.

"Watch where you're going! Look out a tru----

SLAM

We get hit by something. Something heavy and it causes some great impact. I can't even see clearly. My vision is fading and my conscience slipping away.

"...Grab her!..."

"...Burn the car..."

"...Master needs her..."

What? Master? I can't see or feel anymore. I'm dying. I need HIM...

***Now, where am I, what am I? I don't even know anymore. My eyes hurt. I feel blind. I feel more dead but I still feel a bit of life. Maybe it's the afterlife. I hope God still takes me to heaven.

Lord please forgive me for those Sundays, forgive me for fornication. I swear if I make It out alive, I'll live my life holier than I lived it before. No curse word shall spew out of my mouth ever again.

So please just help me make it out...***