Chapter 2: Mr. Wraith

Mr. Wraith sat down at the dinner table again, angrier than before.

That little bitch had dared to keep him waiting, not only one minute, a wholesome of thirty freaking minutes until the dinner would be served.

This was unforgettable, and he was eager to teach that little possum a lesson later on.

"Why hasn't dinner been served, Father?" Calvin asked irritatedly, "It would seem that we have a slave that enjoys being punished," Mr. Wraith answered his son, and Calvin shrugged and sat down.

Mallory served the dinner at seven-thirty sharp and pleaded with whatever God existed that the chicken would be well done and not raw in the middle. Thankfully, the chicken wasn't, and she breathed out while cleaning off the table and taking care of the dishes afterwards.

"Mr. Wraith wants you in his office right away," said Aurora, Mr. Wraith's assistant.

She gave Mallory a pitiful look and said goodbye as she was done for the day.

With heavy steps, Mallory walked through the three hundred square meters of house, and soon found herself shaking outside Mr. Wraith's office.

She knocked on the door and felt her heart skip a beat when she heard his growling voice allowing her to come in.

Mallory entered the room, and as soon she had closed the door behind her, she was struck with a whip across her arm. She screamed at the sudden pain and was hit with one more, "For every scream you make, I will whip you harder and harder," Mr. Wraith roared, and she bit her tongue to stop herself from screaming again.

"How dare you degrade me and my family's traditions," He scolded and whipped her again and again over her back.The pain paralyzed Mallory, and she felt blood seeping from her face when he whipped her, but she stayed silent, closing her eyes and waiting for it to stop so she could go to bed like she usually did.

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But this night was not going to be like the other nights.

This was the night where Mr. Wraith would take it to far, to fulfill his wicked desires.

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Mr. Wraith was livid, outraged. He whipped Mallory all over her body, furious that she had stopped wailing. He loved to hear her scream in pain as the sadist he was.

"Scream!" He growled but then flung the whip at her before throwing himself over her and began to beat with his fists over her torso. Mallory cried in pain; she was broken, literally.

She felt her ribs break inside of her, and she soon began to fade away into darkness.

Mr. Wraith stopped when it clicked inside his head, and his arousal grew.

He stood up and dragged Mallory's lifeless body over the floor, bent her over his desk, and began to undress her.

Mr. Wraith was satisfied an hour later, but he began to feel a little uneasy when Mallory remained still bent over his desk. Oh no.

With sweat dripping from his forehead, he began to fear that he had taken it too far again and history was repeating itself.

He began to dress Mallory's lifeless body and then lay her down on the floor and called for his wife.

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Mrs. Wraith was awakened by a call from her husband and she was ordered to come down to his office right away. She rushed through the halls and gasped when she came into the room and spotted Mallory on the floor, "No, no! Not this again," She pleaded and fell to her knees, "You killed her? You fool!" She cried and then gazed upon her husband.

He was sitting in a chair, red-faced and sweaty with his big, fat belly.

"Call Redford. Put in a code red," Was all he had to say. But she knew, Mrs. Wraith knew what an animal her husband was, and she was lucky she had survived his wrath all these years.

But if she hadn't birthed a boy, she would have been exchanged, or probably killed.

Women were barely worth something in this household after they were thirty. The Wraith men liked them young, pure, and innocent like Mallory.

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Redford entered the Wraith family's house with a severe look on his face. This was not the first nor the last time he would come to this household late at night and dispose of a body.

Mrs. Wraith met him in the hall and led him into her husband's office.

"You both can leave; I got it from here," Redford ordered, and Mr. & Mrs. Wraith nodded and thanked him before they left the room. Redford sighed. Poor girl.

He unfolded the carpet he had with him, wrapped her in it, and then threw her over his shoulder. He left the building with heavy steps and then put her in the trunk of his car.

She was a no-one; they all were. No papers nor social security numbers.

All the girls were taken young from other countries and told another story, soon broken into the Wraith's family before being sold to another.

They were not educated because they would be tempted to run if they could think for themselves.

Redford started his car and drove off to the nearest impoverished neighborhood to dispose of the body. No one raised an eye in those communities. A dead body in alleyways was nothing unusual. Redford spotted a fated alley and geared his car down.

He hopped out of the vehicle in a hurry, grabbed the body, and threw it into the container.

But when he heard the body landing with a bang, he thought he heard a silent gasp.

Before he had time to give it some thought, he heard motion coming from down the street. He quickly returned to the car with a sloping head and left the scene.