God Of war: Bloody Revenge

chapter 8

Outside the Hospital

Stiles walked out,The moment he stepped outside, the flash of cameras exploded like fireworks. Every major news station had sent their reporters, desperate to capture a glimpse of the legendary God of War.

But they couldn’t.

A sea of soldiers surrounded him, moving in perfect synchronization, shielding him from the world. Even the most daring reporters couldn’t break through the human wall of elite military men.

Stiles didn’t spare them a glance. He entered the waiting black armored SUV, slamming the door shut.

His jaw clenched as he pulled out his phone.

“Victoria, hang on,” he murmured, his voice carrying a lethal edge. “It’s about time I put the world at your feet.”

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Inside the most expensive hotel in Mountvile, pergasus hotel, A secret room. behind the door guarded by armed men, Congressman Copper and seven of the state’s highest-ranking officials lounged in excess. The room was lavish, dripping with wealth—crystal chandeliers, gold-trimmed walls, and imported marble floors.

Women surrounded them—some dressed provocatively, others was naked. Rubbing the body of the officials. Expensive whiskey flowed freely, filling glasses that were never left empty. These were men trusted to run a nation, yet here they were, locked away in sin, their phones switched off to avoid any distractions from the outside world.

At the head of the long table sat Congressman Copper, a glass of vintage wine in his hand. He leaned back comfortably, smirking as a woman poured him another drink. Victoria.

She stood beside him, silent.

But then, Copper’s hand slid toward her breast.

Victoria’s reaction was instant.

She yanked herself away, the sudden movement causing the wine to spill all over the table.

The room went dead silent.

Copper wiped the spilled wine from his sleeve,

"What a bitch. What are you doing? you this whore, how dare you spill wine on me"

Victoria, went on her knees, bowed lower, her voice trembling yet firm.

“Please, Copper. Can't you just forgive me if I offended you? You said I should come and satisfy your urge, I agreed. But I am here, serving—washing your feet, rubbing your chest, standing in front of all these men. And time is ticking... My daughter’s health is in danger. She needs treatment.”

Victoria trembled, her fists clenched at her sides as Congressman Copper wiped the wine from his sleeve, his face darkening.

"What a bitch," he sneered. "You should know better than to disrespect me. You should be treating me well. After all…" He swirled the remaining wine in his glass, smirking. "I hold the key to your daughter's life."

Victoria’s stomach twisted. She hated every second of this, but she forced herself to remain calm. "I don’t like being here," she whispered. "Let’s just go to a room."

Copper let out a low, mocking laugh. "What are you saying, Victoria? You’ve been playing the mouse for a while now, making me chase you."

. "You think I’ll let you have it easy?" He turned to the others, grinning. "No, no. In fact…You’re going to strip naked right here, in front of all of us."

A chorus of depraved cheers erupted from the men.

"Yeah!" one of them jeered. "Take it off!"

"I want to see her tits," another slurred, licking his lips.

"Been wanting to for a while now."

Victoria’s hands curled into fists, her body trembling. She felt sick, disgusted, trapped.

Then, one of the men—the filthiest of them all—leaned forward with a disgusting grin. "Her daughter too," he chuckled. "I want to have her."

Victoria’s head snapped up,. "Shut up!" she roared, her voice shaking with fury. "How dare you—my daughter?! Are you insane?!".

Smack!

The force of Copper’s slap sent her crashing to the marble floor.

"You don’t talk to a senator like that," he growled, flexing his fingers as if ready to strike her again. He turned back to the man who had spoken, his smirk returning. "If he wants your daughter… then I’ll give her to him."

Victoria’s blood turned to ice. "What?! Copper, you can’t—"

"Unless," Copper cut her off, his grin widening. "Unless you satisfy us all. Right here. Right now."

He leaned back, sipping his wine as if he had just offered her a mere business deal.

"Serve us."

"Go naked."

The men erupted into cheers again.

Victoria’s body shook as she stared up at the monsters surrounding her. and that she had seconds to decide.

Victoria gulped, her heart pounding . She forced herself to swallow her rage, to mask her hatred behind submission. "Okay," she whispered. "Just promise to keep my daughter out of this."

"Sure," Copper smirked

Victoria exhaled shakily, then slowly rose to her feet. "Let me pour drinks for you all first."

A satisfied chuckle spread through the room. The men leaned back in their seats, amused by her sudden compliance. Copper motioned for her to begin, and she did—starting with him.

She poured carefully, her hands steady. Copper smiled up at her, pleased. Then, she moved on, one by one, filling the glasses of the officials.

Hands roamed over her body—fingers grazing her breasts, lingering on her waist. She endured it.

But when she reached the senator—the one who had dared to speak of her daughter—her grip on the bottle tightened.

The bastard smirked at her, eyes filled with filth. He opened his mouth to say something vile—

And that was the moment.

Victoria’s hand shot out, grabbing the silver fork from the table.

Srrrrrrk!

She drove it into his eyes.... to be precise, his eyeball.

"AHHHHHH!" The senator’s screams tore through the room as the fork sank deep.

Blood sprayed across the table.