A Puppet Rise For System Boss Allen

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Allen legs went numb and his heart beat accelerated, seeing his worst nightmares standing before him. They were unregistered loan shark, who loans huge amount but collect much interest.

Allen never knew he would get involved with them but he had to when his mother was in need of emergent medical care.

"But....can I.....can..." he shuttered, slowly moving back with them walking closer to him.

"Can we give you another chance?" the boss of the squad completed the sentence for him and laughed. "Never. You are paying us right this instance." he answered.

Allen stepped on a stone and fell back, landing to the ground on his butt.

"Are you trying to run?" Marcel questioned and squatted down beside him. "No need dude. We've got you now. All you have to do to make us let you go unscratch is to pay your debt. I promise, we wouldn't pull out a strand from your hair."

"Ple.....please," Allen swallowed hard, having it difficult to complete his words.

He was in big trouble and he might not escape it. $500,000 is certainly a lot which he doesn't have. Not even up to a hundred dollar in his account.

The smile on Marcel's face slowly faded and was replaced with a huge frown. "Don't tell me you are postponing the date of payment again."

Allen quickly went on his knees, "Please give me another chance. I promise to bring your money to you as soon as I get it. Right now, my mother is in the hospital and I used all my savings to get her treated. Please, give me some more time." he pleaded, with his head lowered and his hands shaky on his thighs.

Marcel laughed followed by his other gang members. "Another chance? It's been three months since you took this money from us and you want us to give you another chance? Who told you I care if you treat your mother or not? You used my money to get her in the hospital and now you want me to pardon you?"

Allen tightened his fist, knowing there wasn't anyway they would pardon him. They had loaned him $250,000, but suddenly took it up to $500,000 cause of their crazy interest and all.

"I don't care how you do it right now, but I want to see my money."

"I.....I don't.....I don't have.....money." Allen answered and his heart stopped for a second. They were dangerous men who had no mercy at all.

Marcel laughed out again and stood up, looking down on him with anger flowing through his bones, "I see. You don't have my money with you. You used it to treat your damned mother who should be dead by now," he heartlessly said to him and faced his men, "Beat him to a pulp until he vomits out my money." he ordered and they immediately went to work.

Allen was kicked right in his face, sending him to the floor and giving the heartless men the opportunity to beat him more.

Kicks on his side, punches on his face, kicks on his stomach, legs, hands. He was made to pass through a lot of pain and injuries.

"Please!" he kept crying the more they beat him up.

Seeing his money wasn't going to come out anyway, Marcel sighed and rose his hand, "That's enough. The idiot doesn't have my money."

The men stopped beating Allen and stepped away. The battered young man laid on the floor, crying out loud as his body was covered in pain and bruises. His lips was bursted and he had cuts on his face too.

"My money just increased to $650,000 and I want it paid in twenty four hours," he informed and knelt beside the groaning young man again. "If I don't get my money within twenty four hours, your sister, Stephanie would suffer for it. I would make a lot of money if I sell her as a slave." He laughed out after saying such horrible thing.

"Please do not harm my sister," Allen cried and groaned.

"Too late. She has been taken to our den so it would be easy to sell her off after twenty four hours," he said and breathed out in satisfaction.

One of the gang members brought out his phone and took it to Allen's face, whose eyes widened at the sight of Steph, tied up. It definitely was her. It was the cloth she wore.

"Please let her go!" he cried out loud, wailing amidst his pain and suffering.

"You have twenty four hours," Marcel told him and left immediately with his members, letting the young man to be in despair.

He had one more hope. He never thought he would go back to them but what other choice does he have?

...

"Drop me off here," Allen said weakly to the cab driver, who wouldn't stop glancing at him.

The young man was covered in blood and bruises but he wasn't going to the hospital? He wanted to say something but held it back in.

Allen, after paying off the driver, came out of the car and began to limp towards the big gate of a big, glass house, right at the corner.

It belongs to his father's and his other family.

"Who are you?" One of the security questioned, pointing his torch at him.

Allen walked closer, until he was a few steps away. "I am Allen Scott and I am here to see Mr Scott," he swallowed hard as he mentioned the name.

The security man looked at him from head to toe before he faced the other. "Do you know who this young man is?"

"I don't really know him, but I heard from the other securities that our boss do have a son named Allen," the other whispered back to him.

"Then we should call him out," The first security man said and left while the second stood at alert incase Allen turned out to be someone else.

In no time, a tall, thin older woman rushed out. He could tell what emotions she carried as she approached him.

"What are you doing here you son of a dog?" the woman demanded, walking hastily to him. "Dogs like you aren't welcomed here so get out."

Allen paid no heed to what she said and immediately went on his knees. He was ready to accept her insults for the sake of what he was there for.

"Please help me!" He cried out to them.