Now , Your Girlfriend Is Mine

Cassius handed a bucket of spicy wings to Maisie. "You did well."

"Thank you, Master." Maisie beamed with joy—finally, food!

Cassius gave a slight nod of approval.

Hugging the bucket, Maisie began devouring the wings. She casually handed a piece to Angela, who quickly stuffed it into her mouth to regain some strength.

"She needs to recharge, too," Maisie realized suddenly. Couldn't have Angela dying just yet—she needed a scapegoat, after all.

"Do whatever you want," Cassius replied indifferently.

Maisie hesitated, reluctant to share the precious wings. Still, thinking of the long game, she made the sacrifice.

"Look at you two, grease all over your faces," Cassius smirked. "Go get cleaned up—and make sure you clean her up properly too."

"Don't worry, she'll be spotless." Maisie gave him a sweet smile. Pleasing Cassius was second nature to her by now.

The two women entered the cramped bathroom. Maisie closed the door behind them. It was just big enough for both to stand inside.

Maisie groaned softly as she removed her tail. The pain made her wince slightly.

"Why are you doing this to yourself?" Angela asked, watching in confusion. She couldn't understand why Maisie would humiliate herself like this.

Maisie let out a bitter chuckle. "Do we really have a choice? You've got to pick someone strong to survive."

"But... he doesn't seem that strong."

"He's got a gun." Maisie tapped Angela lightly on the head, a warning. "Keep those thoughts to yourself. If Cassius hears that, we're both screwed."

Angela's eyes widened as realization dawned. The gunshots she'd heard over the past few days—it had been him.

Maisie slowly unbuttoned Angela's sleepwear, flashing a sly grin. "Not bad. He's gonna like what he sees."

Angela squirmed under Maisie's gaze, clearly uncomfortable. Biting her lip, she whispered, "Do you think I can go back?"

"Back? Back where?" Maisie's expression hardened. "You made a deal—don't back out now. He's no saint. I barely escaped death at his hands."

Angela shivered at Maisie's warning. She felt like she'd walked straight into a lion's den. But at least there was only one lion to fear.

"Who knows how long this life is going to last? If you want to survive, you put your pride under your feet and flush your soul down the toilet." Maisie said, turning on the shower.

The warm water cascaded over Angela's fragile body, a rare, comforting sensation wrapping her whole being.

"Ugh… ugh…" Angela began to sob softly, her tears blending with the water. Maisie sighed, offering her a gentle pat on the back. In this world, women had it harder than anyone. But compared to many, maybe they were the lucky ones.

After a while, the two women emerged from the bathroom, steam trailing behind them.

Cassius stood nearby, eyeing Angela with a smirk. A flight attendant that gorgeous? He figured every man in the building had probably fantasized about her. And now, there she was—delicate, vulnerable, standing like a doll waiting for someone to take her in hand.

Angela knew exactly what that look meant. She hesitated for a moment, then slowly walked toward him, though her movements were stiff and hesitant.

"Beautiful, yeah… but your face—damn, it's kinda creepy," Cassius chuckled, delivering the offhand remark like it was nothing.

Angela froze on the spot. Creepy?! My face is creepy?!

Cassius was exaggerating, of course. She wasn't ugly—just worn out and weakened by days of hardship. But to Angela, the comment cut deep, shattering what little confidence she had left.

Maisie, suppressing a chuckle, leaned toward Angela and whispered, "Well? Aren't you going to apologize?"

"S-Sorry…" Angela stammered, lowering her gaze, her voice barely audible. She was nothing like Maisie—soft, timid, like a fragile kitten.

Cassius crossed his arms and tilted his head. "Maybe I'll keep both of you around for a bit. You need to eat and get your strength back anyway."

It wasn't like beautiful women were common these days. In this whole building, there were only the two of them.

But just as the atmosphere began to settle, a loud, angry voice boomed from outside.

"Bitch! Where the hell are you?! Get your ass out here before I kill you!"

The voice belonged to Mick, and it was full of rage.

Angela's heart sank. Mick must have returned home to find her gone. He was furious—he'd already negotiated a deal for her with some "client," and now his "property" had vanished.

"Should've locked the damn door on my way out," Mick cursed under his breath outside.

Cassius raised an eyebrow, smirking as he glanced at Angela. "So… what do you think your boyfriend will do when he finds you here with me?"

"No… please… no," Angela whispered in fear, her eyes pleading with Cassius.

Cassius gave a subtle nod to Maisie, who immediately understood. She walked over to the door and opened it, casually gesturing to Mick.

"Over here."

Mick froze as he reached the floor and saw who was waiting by the door. "Wait… aren't you that streamer chick?"

"Yeah, that's me." Maisie replied casually, giving him a playful smile.

Mick's mind raced. Damn… she's gorgeous. Her body, her sultry look, and that skimpy outfit—it was enough to drive a man crazy. He licked his lips, already imagining the things he'd do to her once he got inside.

But as soon as he stepped into the room, his expression froze.

His girlfriend, Angela, was standing there awkwardly by the wall. Sitting on the couch was that delivery guy he'd seen before. What the hell is he doing here?!

Then Mick's gaze landed on the table. The sight of KFC—the bucket of chicken, fries, and sides—made his eye twitch.

"You bitch! You ate all this by yourself?!"

The room fell into a stunned silence. Of all the things Mick could've said, no one expected him to prioritize food.

Without hesitation, Mick snatched a handful of fries off the table and stuffed them into his mouth. As he ate noisily, Cassius leaned back with a smug grin, reaching out to trace his fingers lightly across Angela's face in front of Mick.

Mick watched them, anger bubbling inside him—but the food was more important. Let him have his fun, Mick thought. What's the difference? Someone's gonna play with her anyway.

After finishing off the fries, Mick wiped his greasy hands and smirked. "Alright, all this KFC is mine. Oh, and that water too."

Angela's tears began to stream down her face. He doesn't care about me at all.

Mick, misreading Cassius's silence as consent, waved Angela over. "What are you standing around for? Get your ass over here! You know I charge by the minute for my girls."

Cassius's eyes sharpened. His voice was cold and calm. "Sorry. Your girl is mine now."

"You bastard! Angela, get over here!" Mick growled, stomping toward them and reaching out to grab her.

Cassius didn't move from his seat. He calmly reached between the couch cushions and pulled out a Desert Eagle.

Mick's eyes widened in shock. A gun. Cassius had a gun. Now it all made sense—why Angela hadn't dared to resist.

"Hey! Whoa, easy! We can talk this out," Mick stammered, raising his hands. "She's yours, man! Play with her as long as you want!"

Cassius smiled warmly, his tone friendly. "You've eaten so much of my food. Aren't you forgetting something?"

"R-Right! Thanks! Thanks for the meal!" Mick sputtered, nodding rapidly.

BANG!

The gunshot echoed through the room. Blood sprayed across the walls as Mick's body crumpled to the floor.