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Chapter 32 ?
She enters into the house, throwing her bag on the couch. “Welcome home!” The one voice she h@tës to hear every single time, mocked.
Going to the fridge to get water, she removed her bow tie in the process. “Yes….dad” She replied lowly.
“Where’s the money?” The tall fearful man with brown beards growing from the top of his mouth to the sides of his cheek, asked.
Nora sighed. “My boss didn’t pay me today. He says till next week as he had some situations to take care of.” She responded.
A slap resounded on her cheeks. “And what is that supposed to mean?” He thundered as Nora rubbed her already red cheek.
She sniffed, holding her glasses in place as it almost fell. “It’s not my fault, Dad. He promises to pay next week.” She tries to convince him.
The father scoffed, lighting his tobacco pipe. “But I can’t wait till next week!” He uttered angrily. She didn’t even take up any job talkless of a promise made by her boss.
“I’m sorry but there’s nothing I can do about it.” She replied hastily, carrying her bag and about to walk to her room when she was dragged back.
“You don’t walk out on me, seems you’ve had your training long time enough.” He smirked, throwing the bag away.
She shuddered as she tried escaping from his hard grip. “No please! No dad!” She shouted.
Blood bursted from her lips as her father smacked her mouth with a blade and her glasses fell due to the impact.
“No! My…glasses, Dad…” She cried, looking and searching the floor with her hands; she couldn’t see a thing.
He laughed loudly and disdainfully looking at his poor daughter searching all around for her glasses. “It’s more better when you don’t see anything.” He muttered, pulling her roughly from the floor.
He threw her into a particular room and she landed roughly on the cold hard floor, her eyes full of tears accompanied with the fact that she couldn’t see anything.
It’s not her fault that her mother chose to leave when things became hard for them after she clocked five, much worse when he knew she had some supernatural power.
Her father thinks that she is a bad luck to the family as he loved his covetous wife who went to marry a rich boss, very much.
Every night, he made sure he tortured his daughter, Nora and made her do manual, petty jobs to feed the both of them.
Today after school, she branched at a local restaurant where she managed to convince the owner to accept her and it turned out that part of the restaurant has been burned to ashes.
She lied to her father that her boss promised to pay her next week instead, she met her boss crying at the doorstep with the other workers too as they mourned the loss after which, all of them was sent away.
“Father please! I promise I will give you the money next week please.” She begged, knowing what may happen if she doesn’t leave the room soon.
Suddenly, she felt a pair of big hands tearing her clothes away; she cried out begging.
“I love it when you cry, little Nora.” His throat choked with a scornful laughter as he tore all of her clothes away.
He licked his lips, seeing his daughter’s nakedness – Her middle sized B@@bs covered halfway with her hands, her butts showing clearly as she bent to cover her public region.
She felt him walk away but still inside the room. Tears flowed freely from her eyes, agitating what next her murderous father was going to do.
He came back gripping her hands and tied them behind her back and she tried to shake herself free from the tight rope, now she couldn’t cover her B@@bs anymore.
He came again, holding her two legs, stretching them forward towards him as she is now lying on the ground. She felt a rope tying her right leg to certain place, a pole and the other leg too.
He laughed again, carrying a certain machine and placing it in front of him. He bent, facing her V area and brought out the machine – A dildo machine.
She heard the sound as he turned it on, she wriggled trying to break herself free, smashing herself on the hard ground, giving herself marks in the process.
“Come on now. You can still use your power to make it stop.” He says, bringing the dildo closer to her entrance.
She gasped when the tip touched her çlitoris and cried out when it slides into her. He laughed, seeing her struggling to take the thing away but couldn’t as he kept the thing inside of her.
She sighed tiredly when he pulled it out but couldn’t control the Mõ@n that came out of her lips when he slides it in again, her pu$$¥ was dripping wet now while her father had a grown bulge underneath his faded jean.
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“We are just starting….” He smirked and they all straightened up at once.
Roaming around through their middles as the able men stood unshakable, rigid and unbeatable. “Round 2!” Master Flynn commanded.
They knew what to do; they all spread out, giving themselves desired spaces. “Arms on knees, head straight and knees forwardly bent.” His voice echoed in the room.
They all positioned, their knees forwardly bent like they want to ride a power bike, arms on knees and their head straight, facing their master.
Just in time, Ryder landed a whip on the legs of one of them who had stood straight because of the pains in his leg, he bent his knees again.
They did just that training for an hour. “Round three begins in thirty seconds!” The master ordered and each of them collapsed on the floor, some leaned on the wall while some searched to drink water.
After 30 seconds, half a minute.
Each of them were given a taekwondo outfit with the helmet to fit. This training is based on one of the common martial arts in the world.
They grouped themselves two by two as Ryder arranged them, putting friends in front of enemies to fight each other.
“In taekwondo, you are to Target the core places. The chest and head!” Master Flynn started, also in his taekwondo outfit.
“Position yourselves!” He ordered and they all got ready with a foamy material stuck into their mouth, in the middle of their teeth.
At one blow of the whistle, they started.
At the right hand side, some were having the upper hand, constantly hitting the head of the other person as that counts the most.
“Remember that your opponent remains your enemy in Martial arts. If he gets the chance, he will kill you.” Master Flynn continued.
Sounds of grunts echoing in th room, beads of sweats dropping to the ground. Each of them added two portions of their strengths by double crossing and knocking their opponents down.
Master Flynn nodded, indicating that was a good fight. “Exchange yourselves!” He ordered again and those knocked to the ground stood up again.
They all changed positions as another whistle was blown. “Gird your loins, find his weakness. Beat him to the ground, he is your enemy.” Master Flynn encouraged them and some of them lost it.
Rage!
They made use of their show off works; back flipping forward and backward, attacking the opponent from he didn’t even think he could be attacked.
Some made use of their hands, like a boxing ring, going straight for the opponent’s head which eventually knocked him to the ground.
“Stop!!” His voice became more cold as he ordered them and the room became silent as a graveyard; the fallen ones were pulled up.
He checked his wristwatch, it was already evening. They succeeded in using approximately six hours! – He dismissed them.
All of them picked their boots, clothes, swords and all other things they brought to the training.
Some of switching their arms and necks with some shrieking sounds coming out of them, some held their back and knees in pain walking like old men, some massaged their temples and that way, the once filled room became empty.
Master Flynn signalled to Ryder; he is dismissed too.
After Ryder exited the room, he took a toll around the room.
He could traces of blood on the floor, this should have happened when they became angry and hit their opponents fiercely.
His mind drifted back to his fiancee; apart from being a witch, she was also a fighter and a killer.
Anaphora! The name resounding in his head.
He could remember how she supported him all through out him joining the Mafia world, helping him fight his rivals, seducing to kill other Mafia men for his sake.
What about in the kingdom?
She stood by him always; apart from the sëxual part, she was a good and fearless lady.
What seemed to have changed? She is gone…..
His mind drifted again back to the new girl, Milena.
She seems tough too but sweet and lovely – Suddenly, he held his head in pain as his eyes rolled to the back of his head with dizziness.
What’s wrong? – He stood upright again when the pain stopped. Taking a step, the pain came again with full force almost knocking him to the ground.
He wanted to scream but didn’t want to attract attention as blood trickled down from his nose and ears – he was bleeding again.
He managed to walk to the door, he grabbed the door handle as he grunts in pain, headed out.
Making sure that no one was in the hallway and his room is quite a distance from the training room, he took the opposite way that leads to Naptha’s room.
