The Contracted Stripper

Mrs Jessica sat in the dimly lit room, her thoughts swirling like a storm.

The air was thick with the scent of damp concrete and stale air, a far cry from the peaceful life she once led.

She clutched the thin blanket around her shoulders, trying to ward off the chill that had seeped into her bones.

“How did it come to this?” she whispered to herself, her voice trembling with fear and exhaustion.

The bruises on her arms and the cut on her lip were painful reminders of her captors’ brutality.

The thought of her daughter, Iris, filled her heart with both warmth and sorrow.

“Iris, where are you, my dear?” she murmured, tears welling up in her eyes.

Jessica’s mind raced as she tried to piece together how she ended up in this nightmare.

The quiet life she had carved out for herself seemed like a distant memory now.

She had fled from danger once before, leaving behind a past she thought was long buried. But now, as she sat in this cold, dark room, she couldn’t shake the feeling that the past had finally caught up with her.

“Could it be her again?” Jessica thought, her heart pounding in her chest.

The idea seemed absurd so many years had passed. Yet, the fear gnawed at her.

Mrs Jessica knew she was a woman of power and influence, capable of digging up secrets buried deep. If she had somehow discovered that Jessica was still alive, there would be no escape this time.

The door creaked open, and Jessica tensed, her breath catching in her throat. A man stepped into the room, his face obscured by shadows.

He moved with a predatory grace, his presence filling the small space with an ominous energy.

“Are you ready to talk?” he asked, his voice smooth but laced with menace.

Jessica remained silent, her eyes narrowing as she stared at him. The man chuckled, a sound that sent shivers down her spine.

“You’re tougher than I expected,” he said, taking a step closer.

“But everyone has a breaking point. It’s only a matter of time.”Jessica’s resolve hardened.

She had survived worse than this, and she would not let fear break her now.

“What do you want from me?” she asked, her voice steady despite the tremor in her hands.

He crouched down in front of her, his eyes locking onto hers.

“Information,” he said simply. “And you’re going to give it to me.”Jessica swallowed hard, her thoughts racing.

“I don’t know anything,” she insisted, but the man shook his head.

“Don’t lie to me, Jessica,” he warned, his tone turning cold.

“I know who you are, and I know what you’ve been hiding.”She felt a chill run down her spine. If he knew her true identity, then the danger was far greater than she had imagined.

“Please,” she whispered, “I have nothing to offer you.”The man’s expression softened slightly as if he almost pitied her.

“You underestimate your value, Jessica. There are people who would pay dearly for what you know. It’s up to you whether you leave this place alive.”

Jessica’s thoughts turned back to Iris. She had to stay strong, if not for herself, then for her daughter.

“I’ll tell you nothing,” she said, her voice firm.

The man stood up, his expression darkening.

“We’ll see about that,” he said before turning to leave. “But know this-you’re running out of time.”

As the door closed behind him, Jessica slumped against the wall, her strength ebbing away. The pain in her body was almost unbearable, but it was nothing compared to the agony in her heart.

She had been a fool to think she could escape her past. Now, it seemed that the past was going to consume her entirely.

She closed her eyes, her thoughts drifting to Iris once more.

“I’m so sorry, my sweet girl,” she whispered, tears slipping down her cheeks. “I never wanted this for you.”

As the hours passed, Jessica’s mind began to wander. The pain was making her delirious, her thoughts slipping in and out of focus. She could hear distant voices, faint and distorted as if they were coming from another world.

“Jessica,” a voice called out, gentle and familiar. Her eyes fluttered open, and she gasped. There, in the corner of the room, stood a figure bathed in soft light. It was her husband, the one she had lost so many years ago.

“William?” she breathed, her heart aching at the sight of him. He smiled at her, his expression warm and comforting.

“You have to stay strong, Jess,” he said, his voice soothing.

“For Iris. She needs you now more than ever.”Jessica shook her head, tears streaming down her face. “I can’t do this, William. I’m not strong enough.”

William stepped closer, his hand reaching out to touch her face. “Yes, you are,” he whispered. “You’ve always been stronger than you know. Don’t let them break you.”Jessica sobbed, her heart breaking all over again. “I miss you so much,” she cried. “I wish you were here.”

“I am here,” William said, his voice filled with love. “I’ll always be with you, Jess. But you have to fight. You have to survive, for Iris.”She nodded, her resolve strengthening. “I’ll fight,” she promised, her voice shaking with emotion. “I’ll do whatever it takes to protect her.”NôvelDrama.Org owns © this.

As the vision of William began to fade, Jessica clung to the strength he had given her. She would endure this pain, this torture because her daughter needed her.

No matter what these men did to her, she would not give them the satisfaction of breaking her.

The door opened again, and the same man from before entered. He looked at her, surprised by the defiance in her eyes.”You’re stronger than I thought,” he remarked, a hint of admiration in his voice.

“But strength won’t save you, Jessica. Only cooperation will.”Jessica met his gaze, her expression steely. “I won’t give you anything,” she said, her voice unwavering.

The man frowned, but there was a trace of respect in his eyes. “You’re a stubborn woman,” he said, almost to himself. “But everyone has a breaking point.”As he left the room once more, Jessica felt a surge of determination. She would not break. She would not give them what they wanted.

And somehow, she would find a way to survive this nightmare.

Hours turned into days, and Jessica’s strength began to wane. The pain was constant; her body was weakened by the lack of food and water.

But her mind remained sharp, her thoughts focused on one thing: Iris. She didn’t know if her daughter was alive or dead, but she refused to believe that Iris was gone.

She had to survive if only to find out what had happened to her. One day, as Jessica lay on the cold floor, the door opened again. But this time, it wasn’t the man who had been interrogating her.

It was someone else someone she recognized. Her heart skipped a beat as the figure stepped into the light.

It was her.

Jessica’s blood ran cold as their eyes met.

She smiled, a cruel, triumphant smile that sent a wave of terror through Jessica’s body

.”Hello, Jessica,” She said, her voice dripping with malice.

“It’s been a long time.”Jessica’s heart pounded in her chest.

The past had finally caught up with her, and she knew, at that moment, that there was no escaping it.

She stepped closer, her eyes gleaming with malevolence. “You should have stayed dead,” she whispered, her voice soft but filled with venom.

“But now that you’re here, I’ll make sure you wish you were.”

As her words hung in the air, Jessica felt a wave of despair wash over her.

But deep within her, a spark of defiance remained. She would not go down without a fight. For Iris, she would endure whatever came next.

And as she loomed over her, Jessica knew that this was just the beginning. The real battle had yet to begin, and she would need every ounce of strength she had to survive it.