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Despite her bleeding wounds, Priya manages to remain somewhat composed. She takes solace in the fact that at least the old guard is safe from the clutches of these monsters. Who knows what would have happened if they had targeted him as well?

But what about her? How will she manage to escape from this situation? Blood trickles down her cheeks, mouth, head, and even her feet. The pain is becoming unbearable, causing her entire body to go numb. It’s hard to fathom how things took such a turn for the worse.

“How much?,” Priyank asks her.

Priya responds, confused, “How much what?”

Priyank’s tone turns harsh as she warns, “Don’t pretend you don’t understand. Tell me, how much do you charge?”

Priya, still perplexed, asked, “Charge for what? Can you please explain?”

“Stop playing games! Tell me how much you charge for taking dic**ks.”

Priya, taken aback, exclaims, “Why would I do that? I’ve already told you I’m a girl with a vagina. What are you talking about?”

“You fooled me by pretending to be innocent,” Priyank continues. “Now you’ve even admitted how much you enjoy seeing penises and engaging in sexual activities.”

“I never said any of that. And what’s wrong with seeing the penises of the boys in the orphanage? They’re just children. I help them with bathing and washing. They’re boys, so it’s only natural. What’s the issue?”

Priyank’s mouth hangs open in shock as he finally comprehends what Priya meant by seeing children’s penises. He realises the misunderstanding and feels ashamed for jumping to conclusions.

How could she express herself in such a way? She could have explained it differently, but instead, she chose a path that anyone would find objectionable. It’s as if she doesn’t care about the consequences and casually speaks her mind.

Priyank, furious, exclaims, “Are you out of your mind? How can you talk about these things so casually?”

“What’s the problem? It’s not a big deal. You asked me, and I simply answered. I said nothing wrong, sir,” Priya calmly replied.

Priyank feels like his head is about to explode from hearing Priya’s nonsensical response. He can’t handle it anymore.

Just then, someone calls out to Priyank, saying, “Priyank, what the hell?”

Recognizing the voice, Priyank knows exactly who it is. He responds, “Mom, I’m handling the situation. You were sleeping, so you can go back to sleep.”

Priyank’s mother steps forward and scolds him, “Priyank, can’t you see what you’ve done? Leave her alone. She’s injured and bleeding like that, with a handprint on her face. Why would you treat someone this way? She’s a human being, not a teddy bear you can beat up. You’ve lost control of yourself. Let her go; she needs medical attention.”

Overwhelmed with pain, Priya starts crying and pleads to Priyank’s mother, “Aunty, please save me. I’m in so much pain.”

Priyank refuses to say anything or let her go. He stubbornly states, “I can handle my angel. You know I hate it when you interfere in my affairs.”

His mother shouts at him, “This is how you handle your affairs? By beating her like that? Don’t fool yourself into thinking you’re in control. You’ve completely lost your mind.”

Priya, standing there in agony, unable to bear it any longer, screams in pain, “Ah! Aunty, he’s pulling my hair so tightly. Please save me. He’s going to rip it out of my scalp.”

Priyank and his mother are shocked by her scream. In a fit of anger, his mother demands, “Let her go, Priyank! Look at how she’s crying. You’re hurting her by holding her hair like that.”

Priyank refuses to release his grip on her. Instead, he scoops her up in his arms and says, “I won’t let her go.” He then turns to Priya and reassures her, “Angel, everything will be fine. Just close your eyes.”

Priyank leaves her hair and carries her in his arms, and starts to walk with Priya in his arms as she cries, her voice trembling with pain.Nôvel(D)ra/ma.Org exclusive © material.

“It hurts,” she sobs.

“Didn’t I tell you to close your eyes? Why are they still open like that?”

Priya, in agony, replies, “I’m bleeding, Auntie.”

Priyank’s mother, struggling to keep up with Priyank’s pace, reassures Priya, “I’m here, Priya.”

Through her tears, Priyank’s mother pleads, “Please, Priyank, let her go and see what you’ve done. It’s inhumane. Can’t you see how she’s suffering? We need to take her to the hospital.”

Priyank dismisses her concerns, saying, “Mom! She’s not going anywhere. Call the doctor to come to our house. It’s not that serious; she’s just bleeding. Don’t worry, it’ll be fine.”

“Why are you behaving like this, Priyank?,”His mother shouts.

Ignoring her, he reaches his room, and Priyank instructs his mother, “Call the doctor, and I’ll give my Angel a bath. Blood stinks.”

His mother couldn’t believe her son’s behaviour at that moment. He acts impulsively without considering the consequences. That’s just who he is.

Knowing it’s futile to argue with him, she decides to comply and call the doctor. She leaves, trying to hide the guilt she feels for being unable to protect Priya from her son’s actions.

Priyank takes Priya to the bathroom and gently places her in the bathtub. Without removing her blood-soaked clothes, he turns on the hand shower.

“It’s burning! Please stop!”

“It’s your fault, Angel. You made me angry, and this is what happened,” Priyank responded callously.

Through her tears, Priya asks, “My fault?”

Priyank sits on the edge of the bathtub and carefully washes her wounds. “You’re the reason for your pain, Angel. If only you had listened and obeyed me, this wouldn’t have happened.”

Crying, she says, “You told me to undress, and I complied. But you’re wrong. It’s not right to raise your hands against girls. You’re a grown boy, and it’s wrong to hurt a girl,” Priya watches as the water mixes with her blood, flowing down the drain. She says, “The water is hot, and I’m still bleeding.”

Priyank fails to understand. This girl is someone he can’t comprehend. She confuses and frustrates him. He mutters, “Yes, you’re bleeding, damn it.”

He turns off the hand shower and grabs the hem of her dress, intending to remove it.

Priya flinches and pleads, “What are you doing? Please let me go. I want Mother Mary.”

Priyank’s eyes turn red with anger as he warns, “You don’t need anyone but me, Angel. If you mention that old lady’s name again, I swear I’ll empty my pistol into her head. You belong to me, and I’m the only one you need.”

Priya, terrified by his threat to kill Mother Mary, shouts, “I don’t need a wicked man like you. I only need Mother Mary. She’s the one I need.”

Priyank, consumed by anger, retorts, “Don’t make me angrier, Priya. You know what happens when you do. Look at your current condition; it’s a result of your provocation. So don’t dare to repeat that useless nonsense.”

Priya cries and tries to escape, but in his rage, Priyank swiftly removes her clothes.

Priya screams in fear as he undresses her. Her entire body is now exposed to him, and she remembers her mother Mary telling her it’s wrong to be naked in front of a boy.

Priyank starts laughing, taunting her, “What happened, Angel? You were trying to fight back, and now you’re crying. Look at how helpless you are in front of me. There’s no point in resisting. Let me clean your dirty, smelly body. Didn’t your mother, Mary, teach you that it’s wrong to be dirty like this?”

Priya, a mess of tears, hiccups, and fear, whispers, “It’s wrong… it’s wrong.” Her breathing becomes heavy, and her eyes close from a combination of fear and the blood loss she has suffered.

After a few more hiccups and tears, she loses consciousness in the bathtub, in Priyank’s hands.

“Dammit,”