II. ANOTHER HELL

Chapter 2

I WOKE up due to the coldness of the air conditioner that was embracing me. Oh... warm. I giggled as I yawned. It’s freezing here. Good thing I have a blanket. I put my left palm at my right shoulder and vice versa as I stroke it up and down. Making at least a heat. Godness. It really feels like the thing that gives coldness in this room was working 24/7. Feels like it was in a high mode.

Or so it seems.

I stood up and go in the air conditioner. I was about to shut it down when a logo of the letters U & W caught my eyes at the side of the aircon. I groaned. So I am here at underworld? Afterwards, memories flashes through my veins.

The little doll I’ve got a fight with. Tyron’s call and the boy who kidnapped me. Well, let’s say abduction because that shitty boy forcibly took me against my will so damn that boy and that dimwit! I gritted my teeth as I cool off the aircon then fixed myself. I took a bath. I wore a nightwear that I’ve sawn at the wardrobe.

I stopped when I felt that the door swung open. Great, they didn’t lock it. Now, I am totally pissed off.

I washed my hands and peeked at the bed. I saw a girl who looks like a 30 years old and above. I guess she’s a 30 middle age girl—sitting relaxed at the bed where I slept.

She looked at me. The whole space exists nothing; just the breath of the both of us. We were silent. She doesn’t want to speak, so I was. I walked towards the wardrobe. Hmm... aside from nightdresses, are there any red dresses here?

This is not my room nor anyone’s room. Just a vacant room here at underworld. I’m not totally at underworld or underground nor under the sand. No. A little common sense will be enough. Frequently, we can call this a hotel? Motel? Oh, crap! Nothing’s suit a word to describe this place. Maybe hell will do?

This is a clear place, you can see a mini bar, vacant rooms or rooms together with their perspective; dancing or singing room, fighting room, practice room, and so far and so on that I can’t mention due to having an oblivious memory. Yeah, it sucks. Tss.

“You startled,” I glared at the girl who made me startled. “Of course, I would. You just surprised me with your presence and you want me to be fucking happy? To smile?” after delivering those sarcastic remarks, I rolled my eyes. I frowned upon seeing that there was no red dresses or clothes here. Remind me to demolish this room later.

“And that’s why...” I rolled my eyes before closing the wardrobe. While she continued. “The reason why they do not want to assist you,” I made a I-don’t-care look.

I don’t need their assistance, anyway. I can dress myself up. I can stand, I can even kick. So what’s the point about having someone who will assist you? I am not even disable. Tss.

Don’t depend upon your future unto someone. Depend your future by your present. Enhance it. Then you’ll do, too.

I hissed with those thoughts.

“You are making your own whirlpool, do you?” I scowled at her. She’s talking nonsensical shits. “You don’t care. Get lost,” I answered. I sat at the bed. I put my right palm at my chin then put my arm at my right leg.

There’s no red dresses nor clothes here! What should I wear then? I rolled my eyes with annoyance. I am really pissed now.

“Oh... I have red clothes here. You want?” I looked at the girl who kept annoying me. I looked at her weary before handling her my hand. Saying, where is it, hand it to me. Clothes are okay. And, it is color red so it’s alright. Besides, I am not attending any ceremony to wear red dress. As long it was red and I like it, it would do.

“Unless you will talk to me without harshness,” she continued. I rubbed my forehead before grimacing at her. I sighed. “Fine,” I give up. I saw how she clapped her hand, making me raise my eyebrow. Psh.

Then, after clapping, someone entered the room. He was pushing a closet. He smiled after placing the closet and then left. I fizzed. How many times do I need to frown in this sunny morning?

She opened the closet and voila, it was full of different red clothes. Great. I love it! As much as I want to wear other colors, red color was the best, for me. Red supremacy.

“Do you want a cap, slit, potal, drop shoulder sle—” I stopped her. “I don’t want that!” I shouted. Gosh, that’s the sleeves I ever loathed the most! Hand me any clothes but those sleeves? No, thanks.

“Why?” she questioned. I was about to talk shit at her when I suddenly remembered what she told me a while ago. Inhale, exhale. If I continue being rude, I won’t get the cloths I want. Not a big deal, but important to me.

“You can’t avoid being grumpy,” the girl commented. For many times around, I rolled my eyes. “That’s my attitude, my personality and so whatever. What do I need to do? To smile? To be kind? You know what, that’s me, aye? I don’t need to change, people with true intentions can stay ’til infinity or midway. I don’t care. If you want to leave, then leave. So excuses, give me a flounce sleeve and a flared denim pants. Any color will do for the pants while the sleeve must be red,” I responded. I am open for other colors, especially in pants, shorts or denims. That’s alright, as long as the clothe or dress is red, I’m okay with it. Wearing different color of clothes can’t be avoided.

“So touching,” she commented. I just looked at her dully. “Noisy,” I whispered enough from her to hear it. I heard her chuckled.

“By the way, my name is Shantelle,” Shantelle incessantly said. “I didn’t ask,” I claimed yet she just shook her head.

She goes at the closet at and searched for something I didn’t know. Maybe the clothes I requested. “Hmm... this, this or this? What should I choose? hmm...” Shantelle hummed while talking to herself, I guess.

“How about this?” She questioned without looking at me. Shantelle is still busy doing something. She lifted her arms to me to see what she had on her hand. It’s precisely what I’d said. Red flounce sleeve.

“Here you go,” after that, she pulled a cloth and immediately gave it to me. She even put it on my neck, She measured it first—securing if it would fit in me before handling it to me.

I nodded at her before going to the bathroom. It looks good to me. Lovely! I get out. I go to the table where a cabinet is located, hoping that there was a thing wherein I could tie my hair.

I sat then fixed my hair into a high ponytail. I straighten my hair first, afterwards, I comb it all up. Gladly, this is the room I am in. It has a fabric made of yarns containing rubber so I can secure my hair—I secured it in an elastic, winding a strand of my hair around to cover it up. Perfect!

“Really? You have a straight mid back length hair so bubble or braided ponytail looks so good for you than high ponytail,” Shantelle commented. She was still here. Sitting at the bed. I rolled my eyes at the mirror. Those she mentioned were hard to do. It will consume time. Besides, I am comfortable with this style.

“Exactly. I have a straight mid back length hair so I chose the high ponytail,” I said. Mimicking her words a while ago. She just shrugged.

“Oval face, pale ivory skin tone, long and narrow no—” I butted her words.

“Quit observing me. It’s annoying. Instead, hand me a ballerina flat,” I stated as I stand up. She got me the shoe I requested and it actually fits my foot.

After wearing the shoe, I wagged my clothe. I don’t have my perfume here. Great. Just great.

“I already sprayed your favorite perfume in these clothes,” Shantelle said out of the blue. I looked at her. She is smirking making me more annoyed.

What the heck is wrong with this girl?

My forehead furrowed. Wait up...

“How did you know my sizes?” I suspiciously asked her but guess what is her answer? A smirk.

I hissed at her before starting walking. I was about to open the door when she spoke. “Where are you going?”

“Gonna kick some dîck, wanna come?” I answered her but she laughed. She then stood up, walking the distance to the both of us. Now, we’re facing each other.

“Alright. He’s in the room. And he is expecting you,” she went on while stepping backward while me? My forehead creased. That phrase is so familiar. Seems like I already heard it. Yet, I didn’t give any damn about that shit.

It’s my turn to shine. I smiled while slowly eating the distance to the two of us. Along with my long nails, I strangled her neck. My smile widens upon seeing how shock she was. “You may be older to me... but remember, I am the own antagonist in my story, Shantelle.” Then, I choked her even hard. I chuckled before omitting my hand. I wagged my hand before opening the door.

“Fuck you!” Shantelle cussed me. My smile widened as I confront her again. “Gladly,” I teased her. After saying those, I winked at her before walking away.

What a waste of time. Psh.

I went to his room. I ran as fast as I can since I am raging mad right now. He’d done so many shits to me yesterday and this day. He must pay.

I was now facing at his room’s door. I was about to enter when his other servant—on the left side blocked my walk.

What the fuck? Shantelle said he is expecting me! I creased my forehead as I tap his servant shoulder. I tilted my head as I observed him. I touched his cheeks—I pointed my long nails at his skin as I slowly put it on his neck down to his chest and... grabbed the knife on his pants. I instantly point it on his neck.

I shook my head. So fast to get. “Out of my way.” I commanded him while pushing deeply the spiky point of the knife to his neck. I heard him groaned. I guess it is for the pain I’ve made and will make if he won’t quit blocking this old man’s room.

“Enough,” a raspy voice interfere. The room door is now open and there he is. He looked at me and gestured his hand sarcastically for me to enter. “Faster,” I glared at him then I push his servant in his room’s wall. It will be more beautiful if his servant are called puppet.

His puppet. Nice. Perfect!

I entered his room. There is this long table wherein Tyron was comfortably sitting. He is sitting comfortably as if this room is his property.

“Oh. Hi there, hag!” I rolled my eyes at Tyron. “Asshole! I’m not that old!” I corrected him yet he just laughed.

“I’m not saying you’re old, hag. That word has a lot of meaning. You said it by yourself, not me,” he teased. Instead of adding a wood in the fire to blew or increase the heat, I just threw a middle finger to him. I sat. There’s no point in arguing with someone who has long patience when it comes to jokes. No matter how long his patience in jokes was, his patience in other matters was negative zero. Psh.

“Let’s eat,” I groaned secretly.

“100 thousand,” I started in the middle of our lunch. Tyron shook his head while laughing while old man was wiping gently his lip using a tissue.

“Do it again and I’ll raise it into 500 thousand,” they both chuckled while me? I rolled my eyes and tasted the stake. Yummy.

“Fine. I won’t do it again,” I nodded then eat again. I’m so hungry. I haven’t eaten yesterday and this morning.

“He won’t do it again because the next time he will air you to a mission, he would hurt you physically,” Tyron butted him so I gave him a middle finger.

“The foods taste so delicious this morning,” I compliment the food without taking glances to the two boys I am having a chitchat with.

“The what?!” Tyron yelled so I gazed at him. So OA. “I don’t repeat my words,” he just rolled his eyes. LOL

“It’s not morning anymore, hag,” I creased my forehead. The what?! It’s afternoon already?! I slept for almost half a day?

I glared at the old man. He lifted his hands—as if he is surrendering. I hissed at him.

I wiped my lip and fingers using a tissue before opening another topic. “How about the assignment?” old man looked at me while sipping the water from the straw.

“How about Shantelle?” he questioned back so I frowned at him. Here we go again.

“A witch. I don’t like her,” I answered him so he nodded. “Like you,” I just made a teasing face at Tyron’s statement.

“4 million for five months,” I acted like I'm thinking. For the month, something is off. Five months? That’s long. Usually, my or should I say our tasks only last for a week and then, another task again. Yet my last quest lasted for almost a month.

“5 million for five months. Take it or leave it.” I proposed as I offer my hand for a handshake. He looked at my hand then in my eyes. Oftentimes, the one who asked what’s the price was the one who bid or want a discount. In my case, they are offering me and it’s up to me if I will take it, leave it or increase the price. I ain’t asking for a discount because all I do was to increase the said price.

Be practical.

“Deal.” He stated making me produce a sweet smile. “100 thousand succeeded. 5 million, on going,” he announced. I clapped my hand. Perfect!

“You really looks like a money,” Tyron just put a poison at the atmosphere. “I know right,” I replied. He was about to spoke when I ahead first. “And please... don’t say it again and again,” I continued.

“Why? Are you shy?” I rolled my eyes. “Nope. I am not. Don’t repeat, repeat and repeat it over again because I know it already. Actually, I am starting to vomit it already,” Tyron clapped his hand slowly—sarcastically rather. I rolled my eyes and ignored him.

“So... what’s the mission?” I asked the old man so he smirked. “Ready?” he questioned so I blew my invisible bangs before answering him.

“Born ready.”

This will be exciting, huh.

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