God Of war: Bloody Revenge

chapter 3

Victoria clutched the phone to her chest, "Doctor Tane, please! What happened?!"

"Just come here!" The line went dead.

She didn't waste another second. With her hands still trembling from Clara’s cruelty, she grabbed her coat and bolted out of the house. Her legs burned as she ran through the crowded streets, ignoring the curious stares of pedestrians. The only thought in her mind was Amelia.

By the time she reached the hospital, her breath was ragged. She stormed through the front doors, sprinting toward the ward, only to be met with a shocking sight.

The hospital security guards stood in a tight formation outside Amelia’s room, their arms crossed. Doctor Tane was there too, his expression stone-cold. And inside the room, her little girl, her fragile, sick Amelia—was crying, reaching out for her.

"Mom! Mom!" Amelia sobbed, struggling against the nurse holding her.

Victoria’s blood boiled. “What the hell are you doing?!” she yelled, shoving past the security.

Doctor Tane stepped forward, blocking her path. “What do you think you’re doing, Victoria? You can’t pay the hospital fees. It’s high time you leave.”

Victoria’s knees buckled. She collapsed to the ground, gripping Doctor Tane’s coat in desperation.

“Please… just give me till tomorrow. No—tonight! I will find the money, I swear!”

Doctor Tane scoffed, shaking her off like she was nothing. “I’m not giving you any more time. Get out.”

Just then, the door swung open with a heavy thud. The air in the room changed.

A tall, rough-faced man stepped inside, He looked ao old even though he was still in his 30s. His dark eyes scanning the scene with mild amusement. Behind him stood three bodyguards.

"What’s happening here?" He jokingly said.

Victoria’s stomach twisted. She turned to him, her last shred of dignity crumbling. “Copper, please help me out here,” she pleaded.

Copper smirked. He took slow, deliberate steps toward her, “Victoria,” he drawled, shoving his hands into his pockets. “You know what I want.”

Her body stiffened.

Copper had been after her for two years—pressuring, tempting, threatening. He had promised her wealth, power, anything she could ever dream of. All for one thing.

To sleep with her.

“I will help you,” Copper said. “But only if you do what I told you.” His smirk widened. “Sleep with me.”

Victoria just gazed up at her.

Copper sneered, tilting his head. “What? You can’t? Even when it’s the only way to save your daughter?”.

Victoria’s breath hitched.

Copper let out a low, sinister chuckle. “Let me tell you something,” he murmured, leaning closer, his voice dripping with amusement. “What’s happening to your daughter—it’s not natural. It’s not some unfortunate heart disease.”

Victoria frowned. “What…?”

His smirk widened. “Yeah. I told Mr. Tane to inject her with potassium chloride—a little dose, just enough to weaken her heart over time. Not enough to kill her right away, but enough to make you desperate.” He chuckled darkly. “I knew you would do anything for her, so I used her.”

Victoria’s body went ice cold. She took a shaky step back, her entire world spinning. “No… No, you are lying.”

Copper shrugged. “No, I am not, and over dosage will kill your daughter right away”

Tears welled in Victoria’s eyes as she stared at him in pure disbelief. “You… You are a monster, You really did that? You really poisoned a child just to force me—”

Copper’s smirk remained, unbothered. “You can cry all you want. But the fact remains… you either come to my bed tonight, or she dies.”

Victoria let out a strangled cry, shaking her head furiously. “I swear to God, I wjll report you to the police! I will—”

Copper burst into laughter, his eyes glinting with amusement. “And what exactly do you think will happen? That the police will arrest me?” He stepped closer, towering over her. “No, Victoria. I own this city. The police? The judges? The hospitals? They all work for me.”

Victoria’s heart pounded. She clenched her fists, her entire body shaking with uncontained fury. Then, with a scream, she lunged at him.

“I’LL KILL YOU!”

SLAP!

The impact was brutal. Copper’s palm connected with her face, sending her staggering backward.

“Shut up, you cunt,” he spat, grabbing her by the hair. “Just do as I tell you and let me fuck you.”

“NO!” Victoria shrieked, struggling against his grip.

A fragile voice cut through the chaos.

"Don’t touch my mom!"

Everyone turned.

Amelia stood in her hospital bed, her small body trembling, but her brown eyes burning with fearless.

“Daddy will come for you,” she declared, her little fists clenched. “I saw Daddy in my dream. He’s a superman, and he’s going to beat you! Leave my mommy”.

Copper turned to her, his amusement replaced with irritation. He took a step forward, towering over the tiny girl.

“You this brat—”.

SMACK! SMACK!

Victoria’s heart stopped.

Copper had slapped Amelia.

A four-year-old child.

Victoria then started begging, “Please don’t hurt my child! I will do whatever you want, please! Don’t touch her.”

Copper smiled, “Now, that’s the good decision.” He leaned in, lowering his voice to a whisper.

“Just one night, and your daughter will be okay—back on her feet.”

Amelia, sniffling, . “Yeah… yeah, I will do it”.

Copper chuckled. “Then meet me in my car outside. Don’t keep me waiting.” With that, he turned and walked out, his bodyguards waited.

Victoria collapsed onto her knees beside Amelia’s bed, frantically running her hands over her tiny body.

“Are you okay? Are you hurt?” she sobbed, her hands trembling as she touched Amelia’s tear-streaked face.

Amelia grabbed her mother’s arms. “Mom, don’t follow that man,” she pleaded, her voice shaking.

“He’s bad and wicked! He’s going to do bad things to you! Let’s wait for Daddy—Daddy will come and teach them a lesson!”.

Victoria let out a choked sob, cupping Amelia’s face. “I’m sorry, baby,But I have to go.”

“No, Mom! Mom, please!” Amelia screamed, her hands reaching for Victoria as she stepped away.

Tears blurred Victoria’s vision as she turned her back on her daughter. The moment she stepped out of the room, the guards shut the door behind her with a heavy thud, standing firmly in front of it—blocking any chance of escape.

Inside, Amelia was still crying.

The little girl wiped her eyes and sniffled, glancing around the room in desperation. Then she saw her mom’s phone.