Trigger warning - Abuse

“Hey…” The chairman began, his voice grungy and low. “You really love causing me trouble, don't you. “ The leather hissed, indicating he stood. I swallowed hard, almost unable to. Sweat running through my hair dripped on the floor. 

      Metal clanks together. I looked through my side, a golf club. Long, greyish blue color, he swung it around, feeling it in his hands before walking up to me. 

      My anxiety was crashing all over the place. 

      My breath shuddered. 

      He swung it again, and I fell over my stomach, grunting over the pain but not crying. I couldn't hitch, I couldn't flinch, but I felt, and that always angered him more. 

      “YOU PATHETIC BITCH!” He yelled before I got back on all fours, flinching, and another blow landed on my back.

       “WHY DON'T YOU LET ME HAVE A SIMPLE LIFE, PRICK!” With each word came a blow, with each word grew a hatred within me, with each word I lost control, and I began to sob. 

        “BASTARD!” He blew again and again, I've lost the count, fuck. 

        He finally stopped. Did he stop? No. 

        His shoe landed on my head and I fell over my back. I groaned.

         “Counts.” He demanded, squatting down. Fuck.

        “I.. I lost them, Sir.” Fuck. He sighed. 

        “It's fine,” He replied, standing up. I almost sighed when another blow came at my face, slitting my skin. “AGH!”

       The door opened. A man walked in his suits, his shoes clicked with his moves. “Sir, the Geomg-Sung Group Chairman has arrived at the banquet." His tone is low, and his voice is clear and firm. He peeked one look at me, and I swear I saw a grin on that asshole's face.

      “Right..clean up the mess,” The chairman spoke as he dropped the golf club and put on his suit. 

      The man bowed, obeying his demands. I wonder if the Chairman would ever let me go if I just bowed in front of him. Would he? Not really, a punch would come straight at my face. 

      The man spoke as soon as the Chairman left. “Pathetic, “ He spoke as he cupped my face in his hand and looked right in my eyes. “Dead eyes,” he spoke. 

      “Disgusting stench of blood and so spoiled with all the riches,” He chuckled.   

      And I wish I had thrown a punch right on his face, but, like a loser, I fainted.