My Fake Stepbrother’s Undercover Kiss - Chapter 5: Chapter 5
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Dignity was a luxury she could no longer afford—treated like trash, played with like a toy. Those men didn't give a damn about her pain. They just laughed, grinding cigarette butts into her collarbone, her thighs, savoring her screams like it was some sick game.
When she finally blacked out, they dumped her in this hellhole—a stinking pit that reeked of rot and decay.
Of course, she'd thought about escape. But with her arms and legs shattered by their goons, running wasn't an option.
"What's the point of talking about it now? We're still stuck here. We need a way out." I forced my voice steady as I pulled Mom up from the filthy ground.
"They're everywhere. I've tried everything—it's no use." Her voice was hollow. Every attempt had only earned her more pain.
"Then we try again. We don't just roll over and die." They hadn't checked my pockets. Maybe the thing hidden inside could change everything.
"You sure about this? I can't let them touch you. They're animals." Her eyes flickered with fear. She'd survived their cruelty once. She wouldn't let me endure it.
"Mom, wake up. Even if we do nothing, they'll kill us anyway."
We still didn't know if they wanted money or blood. But one thing was clear—we had to move first.
My fingers brushed against the object in my pocket. A tiny flicker of hope.
Before they dragged us here, I'd slipped a utility knife into my jeans—just a stupid little tool from class. Now, it was our only shot.
"Listen to me. Here's what we do..."
Days crawled by as we planned. I studied every inch of this prison.
They weren't in a hurry to kill us—if they were, we'd already be dead.
Even in this pigsty, they tossed us one meal a day—if you could call it that. Swill even a starving dog would turn its nose up at.
Every second here was torture. But we held on, clinging to the slimmest chance of escape.
Then—the storm hit. Perfect cover.
"Here. Your daily slop."
Our captor—my so-called stepfather—flung the usual rancid mess at our feet with that same sadistic smirk.
Normally, we'd choke it down. Not today.
"Go to hell! We're done eating your garbage!"
The bowl smashed into his face before he could react. Mom lunged, slamming him to the ground.
"You bastard! You're gonna pay!"
As she held him down, I yanked out the knife and drove it into his throat.
Blood sprayed. His body jerked. Then—nothing.
"Did we just... kill him?"
Staring at his corpse, the weight of it crashed over us. We'd actually done it.
"What now? Are we murderers? Will they come for us?"
Neither of us had ever hurt anyone before. Panic clawed at my chest.
But I shoved it down.
"No time for guilt, Mom. We run. Now."
No going back.
I pointed to the reeking corner. "We hide him. Then we move."
When she finally blacked out, they dumped her in this hellhole—a stinking pit that reeked of rot and decay.
Of course, she'd thought about escape. But with her arms and legs shattered by their goons, running wasn't an option.
"What's the point of talking about it now? We're still stuck here. We need a way out." I forced my voice steady as I pulled Mom up from the filthy ground.
"They're everywhere. I've tried everything—it's no use." Her voice was hollow. Every attempt had only earned her more pain.
"Then we try again. We don't just roll over and die." They hadn't checked my pockets. Maybe the thing hidden inside could change everything.
"You sure about this? I can't let them touch you. They're animals." Her eyes flickered with fear. She'd survived their cruelty once. She wouldn't let me endure it.
"Mom, wake up. Even if we do nothing, they'll kill us anyway."
We still didn't know if they wanted money or blood. But one thing was clear—we had to move first.
My fingers brushed against the object in my pocket. A tiny flicker of hope.
Before they dragged us here, I'd slipped a utility knife into my jeans—just a stupid little tool from class. Now, it was our only shot.
"Listen to me. Here's what we do..."
Days crawled by as we planned. I studied every inch of this prison.
They weren't in a hurry to kill us—if they were, we'd already be dead.
Even in this pigsty, they tossed us one meal a day—if you could call it that. Swill even a starving dog would turn its nose up at.
Every second here was torture. But we held on, clinging to the slimmest chance of escape.
Then—the storm hit. Perfect cover.
"Here. Your daily slop."
Our captor—my so-called stepfather—flung the usual rancid mess at our feet with that same sadistic smirk.
Normally, we'd choke it down. Not today.
"Go to hell! We're done eating your garbage!"
The bowl smashed into his face before he could react. Mom lunged, slamming him to the ground.
"You bastard! You're gonna pay!"
As she held him down, I yanked out the knife and drove it into his throat.
Blood sprayed. His body jerked. Then—nothing.
"Did we just... kill him?"
Staring at his corpse, the weight of it crashed over us. We'd actually done it.
"What now? Are we murderers? Will they come for us?"
Neither of us had ever hurt anyone before. Panic clawed at my chest.
But I shoved it down.
"No time for guilt, Mom. We run. Now."
No going back.
I pointed to the reeking corner. "We hide him. Then we move."
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