Chapter 347.


    <strong>Chapter 347. At a Motel with a Prostitute in the Room Next Door: A Chat with the Prostitute in the Morning. (7/8)</strong>


    <span style="font-weight:400">“He called him an unnecessary financial burden and sold him off for some extra money to keep his sinking business afloat for a bit longer. He stood and watched on with a smile, even ingratiating himself to the gang leader who raped his wife right before his eyes. He didn’t bat an eye when his daughter and son were thrown to the wolves and gang-raped. In fact, he even heartlessly admonished his son for being fragile and dying too quickly in the process. Only the daughter survived in the end…


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Malory lived through it all with only revenge and her deep hatred for men fueling her desire to continue living.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Who could me her for turning out the way she did though?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“She’d been given a front-row seat to watch her mother being fucked by the gang leader as her father watched on heartlessly without a care in the world from the sidelines, even going so far as rooting the gang leader on to get in his good books.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Pressed down against the ground, vited, she watched in despair as her little brother was raped in front of her. As he suffocated, in tears, with a dick down his throat and blood dripping out of his ass. She personally experienced the same sort of hellish fate, but contrary to her little brother, she survived through it despite being only eight years old at the time.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“For days on end, she was treated like a toy by those sick fucks. Until one day, the gang leader’s son stumbled across her being raped. He took a liking to her and brought her back to his room. He dered at that instant to everyone, from that point on, no one else was allowed to touch her.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“On the surface, it looked like he saved her and pulled her out of those hard times. That’s what everyone in the gang thought. At first, when she heard his deration in front of those awful men raping her, even Malory thought she’d been pulled out of her despair by some sort of savior who took pity on her.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Since then the only one who can touch her is the son who took over for his father and is now the current gang leader. From their perspective, Malory gets all sorts of special treatment. However, things aren’t nearly as simple as it seems on the surface.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“That bastard is no savior. He’s the sickest fuck out of them all. I’ve seen it... her back. It’s filled with endless scars piled on top of scars. Who created those scars on her back? The person everyone thinks is her boyfriend who gives her special treatment. Malory only receives special treatment in exchange for those scars she bears with. Even to this day, that bastard is carving up her back as he pleases because he derives some sort of twisted sexual pleasure out of it.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“It’s fucking disgusting. If I could kill him, I would. If anyone deserves to die it’s him. No, that entire gang, filled with nothing but murderers and rapists, should all just burn in hell and die! But even if Malory experienced all of that… even then, I still can’t forgive her for what she’s done either. She should have to suffer the consequences of her own actions for eternity too. The kinds of things she’s done over these years are no better than them.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Doing to others what was done to her. It’s not right. Making everyone she sees suffer the way she did if they don’t hold the same sort of hatred toward all men.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“You can stop there. I get it, where Malory’s hatred is derived and where her current beliefse from now. It’s as you say, her hatred is at least justified. That much I will admit. But, you’re right that her creating more women like her is misguided and deluded. She’s of the mindset, ‘if I had to suffer to this degree because of men, all women should.’”


    <span style="font-weight:400">Haaaaaah. Now I really wish I hadn’t pried for information about Malory. This was much more than I bargained for. Nevertheless, it didn’t change the fact that she was an enemy. Simply knowing her circumstances didn’t change anything about the situation. But knowing did give me some direction.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Hey, can you know what happens when Malory gets a guy alone?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“What?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“She lures them to a dark and isted ce. With her back to them, she begins to remove her top. But as soon as they see her back, they all lose interest in her immediately and try to bail on her. When they turn away to leave, she tazes them from behind. After that, she’ll take some incriminating pictures while they’re unable to move and extort them for money. But it doesn’t end there. If she’s in a bad mood, she’ll cuff them to something so they can’t escape and call someckeys up from Swastika over. She then has them rape and beat the shit out of them while she watches over it all with an icy bone-chilling cold smile.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“She enjoys seeing the men she hates so much experience what she did? Is that what you’re saying?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Yeah. But more than that, what I’m trying to say is that you need to be very careful. If she ever appears in front of you wanting to talk or something, don’t ever let your guard down for a second and allow her to lure you to somewhere dark and isted. And if you do somehow find yourself in that sort of situation, do not allow yourself to get taxed or cuffed by her. Even if you don’t see them on her, she has them hidden on her body beneath her clothes at all times.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Thanks for the warning. Knowing what she carries around with her could be useful.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">I should think up a countermeasure for it. It wouldn’t be funny if I’m heading home one day and she ambushes me with a taser when turning a corner. Well, now that I think about it, I could actually take advantage of the fact she uses a taser rather than a gun or knife.


    <span style="font-weight:400">The vague outline of a n started to surface in my mind. The pieces of a puzzle finally connected together. It was still in its infancy stages, however, with a bit more fine-tuning, the plot I had in mind may be a possible solution to not only take care of Malory, but the entirety of Swastika as well.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“You should keep your head down and maintain a low profile from now on and not give Malory any chance to find out anything about you.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Yeah. Hey, do you have any wigs?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Wigs? You want one to disguise yourself? I only have wigs for women though.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“That’s fine, that’s exactly what I need. It’s not for me, but for Yuna instead.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Her? Uh… I doubt she’d be fine with wearing a wig that belongs to a prostitute.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“She’ll wear it if she wants to keep working without Malory finding her. Her livelihood depends on it after all.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“She could just buy a new wig.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“But going around in broad daylight without a disguise from here to there would be troublesome. We might get spotted because she gets recognized. If you have any clothes she can borrow for the time being that’d be great, she’ll return it as soon as we can get her changed into some new clothes.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Sure, I can… but I can’t imagine she’ll be okay with this.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Because you’re a prostitute?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Yeah.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Well, I’ll deal with herints.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">She picked out a short light blue mini denim skirt and a rather skimpy white top with a thin string strap over the left shoulder. It had a short sleeve on the right side. In terms of length, it only covered down to a little below breast level. She handed the two pieces of clothing she selected over to me to hold. It was perfect in terms of throwing people off, Yuna always wore more conservative clothing after all. She never dressed in something that would reveal so much skin. I doubted Malory would ever recognize her if she dressed like this.


    <span style="font-weight:400">After that, she reached under the bed and pulled out a cardboard box. She rummaged through the box for a bit before she held out a short brown wig to me.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“It’s shoulder-lengthpared to her waist-length hair, it should be enough to prevent people from realizing it’s her.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Thanks this should work perfectly.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Hold on, you should forget footwear. Even something small like that could give her away.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Oh, good catch. Ipletely forgot about that.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">She picked out a pair of nice brown sandals that went together well with the wig.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“She’s going to stand out a lot if she dresses like this, but that’s actually perfect. Hehehehe. They’d never expect someone trying to hide from them to brazenly walk around in the open dressed in an outfit that would definitely draw eyes like this.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">She nodded her head in agreement, “Indeed. For someone like her, it’s the perfect way to hide.”