You Can Run But You Can't Hide My Contractual Wife

Chapter 319 : The Hostages

"You b*tch!" Trishia screeched angrily trying all her efforts to hit the fat woman. She could not see

herself being bullied by such lowly prisoners. With her high status in society, she would never accept

her situation right now. She could only bully whoever she wants but not her being bullied by someone.

That is a big NO to Trishia Meyer.

"Ahhh!" After struggling to escape from the two women who were holding her arms, Trishia growled

painfully. The fat woman had kicked her on her stomach. It was the most painful feeling she had to

endure as she felt her ovary was ruptured.

"You are such a nuisance!" The fat woman shouted then he grinned wickedly.

"You will pay for this!" Trishia felt a strong burning sensation inside her stomach but she still held her

stance toughly. "You will all pay for this!" She shrieked angrily but her expression was in deep pain. Her

tone carried a vengeful promise and her eyes were already like killing the fat woman by the way she

looked at the fat woman in front of her.

"Pakkk!" Then another blaring slap sound was heard. Trishia was very helpless. She was in the prison

with the three bullies. It never happened to her even if she had done so many vicious things when she

was still known as the loving daughter of the senator. Now, she was abandoned by all people she

knew. No one is there for her. Nothing but herself.

"Huh! You can still look at me like that? Aren't you scared of what I can do to you in my territory? They

don't call me boss here for nothing." The woman said calmly but her tone carried a great danger. Her

dark brown face had a long sliced scar on the right cheek. It seemed this fat woman had already killed

the person who did it to her face.

"Boss my foot!" Even though Trishia could feel her aching body, she still had the appetite to slander the

fat woman. In her life, she had not been afraid of someone except, for one thing, being abandoned.

She was abandoned by Sen. Meyer who she considered being her real father for a long time. She did

everything just to make him proud of her but ended up forsaken by him.

Next, her biological father. She hated him the most as he abandoned her and chose Arabella's family

when she was still a baby.

Then her mom who chose to stay with the senator.

Jayson who didn't want to take any responsibility for her.

Lastly, Bill Sky who she loved for a long time but still chose to abandon her.

Having thoughts of these, she looked at the fat woman with more resentment on her expression.

"Pakkk!" Another hard slap sound was heard. The fat woman hit her again without any hesitation.

Obviously, her ego was humiliated because of Trishia. Admittedly, she didn't expect Trishia would be

that tough but she could not let her tarnish her reputation in front of her girls. She had to punish a

celebrity, not just a celebrity but a superstar and she was enjoying it. She felt greater in front of her

girls.

"Hold her tight! Make her kneel!" The fat woman ordered with her bossy tone. Her expression greatly

showed that she was enjoying every bit of punishing Trishia.

"Kneel? F*ck you!" Trishia shouted with a strong refusal in her tone. She was very angry that she could

strangle someone but had not been given the chance to do it. With her remaining strength, she still

struggled to escape but still, it was to no avail. The three women's giggles were heard around the

station. They seemed to have a lot of fun having Trishia around.

"Take all your filthy hands away from me!" Trishia's shouting was unending. She was struggling for her

life. "Kneel b*tch!" Kneel!" The thin woman demanded trying to make her kneel.

"Kneel to our boss now!" The other woman butted in.

"Over my dead body!" Trishia answered rolling her eyes at them. Her tone was mixed with anger,

disgust, and pissed for not making herself out of this prison and the worst she was bullied by these

lowly women.

"Boss...you heard that? hahaha..." The woman on the right side said boastfully as she chuckled.

"You know what to do!" The woman who they called boss ordered with her wicked grin.

Upon hearing the order from their boss, the two women looked at each other meaningfully. They

winked at each other and giggled. Trishia just looked at them cursing them in her mind. There's no way

on earth that she would kneel to someone, especially at these stinky cheap gangsters.

"Ahhh!" Then suddenly, Trishia's painful voice sounded again. The two women behind her kicked her

knees making her instantly kneel on the ground. Trishia quickly gathered her strength to stand but it

was to no avail. The two women were holding her shoulders strongly making her stay rooted on the

ground. They laughed at Trishia's pain and struggle. They laughed triumphantly after making her kneel.

They even made a high five in the air.

"Who said you can't kneel? Hahaha!" The fat woman cupped her face and lifted it to face her. Trishia

was kneeling on the ground while her arms were spread in the air with the two women holding them

forcefully. She looked like being crucified but her will to escape was so strong through her tough

cursing eyes. If only her hands were free she would fight to death with this fat woman and she would

never stop until she kills her. Until she kills the three plus the rude policeman who dragged her into the

cell earlier.

With the combined strength of the two women, Trishia could not move even though she was so sick of

being touched by the fat woman.

"I must admit you are prettier in person." The fat woman uttered shaking Trishia's face like she was

checking and fancying every detail of her face.

"Oh yeah, and you are ugly!" Trishia's weak voice sounded tough. Her lips were busted due to the

many hits she got from the fat woman but she didn't care at all. Trishia had no trace of surrendering her

fate to these gangsters. Her disgust and irritation were written all over her face.

"Boss, she said you are ugly! What are we going to do about that?" The other woman hissed like a

wooden stick triggering a big fire. "How dare you say that to our boss?" The other woman said brutally

pulling her hair behind.

Then they giggled again cheerfully.

For Trishia, it was so uncool and she wanted to tear them apart with her bare hands.

"Okay, let's see if you are still going to be beautiful after this! Hahaha!" The fat woman got her scissor

then she swiftly pulled Trishia's hair. Trishia's head was yanked to the side forcefully. Her scalp was

burning terribly.

"You! You b*tch!" Trishia struggled again against the two women's strength but she didn't succeed.

Then just the next second, her hair fell to the ground in bulk. She was stupefied. Her eyes widened

seeing her long smooth hair on the ground. Her fists clenched harder as she wanted to smack to death

the person who cut her hair. She wiggled hard to escape but still, it was to no avail. The fat woman

continued to cut her hair short. Her scissor had no directions. It goes wherever her hand led and she

had so much fun doing criss-cross cutting to Trishia's hair.

The three women were also giggling and having so much fun with what they were doing with Trishia's

hair. Trishia's hair was scattered on the ground. Trishia still kept on struggling to save her hair but it still

was no use. She could not defeat the strength of the two women. She was very very enraged with her

situation as she kept on swearing and cursing them in her mind. She would not continue living if she

would not be able to revenge herself on these people.

"Okay, stop that now." The fat woman instantly stopped after hearing someone banging the steel bar of

the cell leaving Trishia's hair an inch long. Her expression was even disappointed as she planned to

bald Trishia but it was disrupted.

The rude police officer who dragged Trishia inside the prison sounded outside. "Oh, sorry officer, we

just have a little girl's fun." The fat woman nodded at her girls signaling them to release Trishia. They

immediately followed then Trishia was shoved to the ground along with her long strands. Her hair, they

were all on the ground. Her eyes flickered in anger seeing her long smooth hair around her. She

clenched her fists deeply looking at her hair like she mourned for her crown on the ground.

Then the rude policeman opened the door. "You!" He pointed at Trishia who was still on the floor. "Get

out now!" The policeman said impolitely. There was no gentleness in his tone. Trishia didn't move. Her

head and shoulders were low while clenching her fists strongly. She had no plan to listen and obey the

rude cop.

"Hey! Don't play stupid to me! Come here and don't waste my time!" The policeman roared angrily

getting no response from Trishia.

Trishia was still unmoved.

Then the policeman just nodded at the fat woman signaling her something.

The three women giggled then after, the fat woman dragged Trishia's neck in one hand out of the cell.

She pushed her out and Trishia slumped directly on the floor.

Trishia still didn't respond. No cries, no sounds from her while the three women's laughs cracked the

surroundings. Seeing Trishia's inch hair, deep bruises on her porcelain skin, black and blue marks

everywhere on her pretty face and busted lips, the three women were very satisfied especially when

they didn't hear Trishia's roaring. They made a high five in the air for winning and successfully taught

Trishia a lesson.

Without any delays, the policeman picked Trishia up harshly on her bleeding elbow and he dragged her

out. Trishia didn't talk anymore like she let him do whatever he wanted to do but before she was out of

the three women's sight, Trishia lifted her head and looked at three women with a vengeful stare.

Those eyes were murderous and it seemed it was saying something like 'I will come back for all of you.'

Her stare made the thin woman scared a bit but quickly recovered seeing Trishia was very helpless.

Outside the station, the rude policeman opened the door in the backseat. He then roughly pushed

Trishia inside then quickly closed the door. He then tapped the roof of the car three times and then the

driver of the car gassed up and drove away swiftly.

"Where do we deliver the package?" Trishia could hear the man's voice sitting on the passenger seat.

"Of course, I know." The driver of the car answered.

From the screen barrier, Trishia could see the two men were in a policeman's uniform. Obviously, they

were cops too.

"Okay, then hurry up because I can't wait to hold my bag of money. Hehehe. What a lucky night!" The

man in the driver's seat corresponded. His tone was very excited and greedy.

"Relax. Boss will surely give us that! Hehehe!" Then the driver answered.

Trishia heard their conversation but she had no care. She felt there was no use in even trying to

escape. It seemed her soul was just waiting to strike when she could find any chances. For now, she

would check and wait for her fate.

"We're here!" The driver announced.

The car had a full stop. Then her door opened. The two cops dragged her out. With head low, Trishia

could only hear the sound of the door opening. The two cops continued to drag her until someone's

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"Gentlemen, thank you for bringing my daughter Trishia here." Sen. Meyer's voice sounded. Hearing

him, Trishia lifted her head slowly to see the person clearly.

My daughter...

She heard him saying 'my daughter' when he clearly emphasized his disgust toward her before. She

wanted to vomit with the Senator's words. Sen. Meyer was surrounded by dozens of men wearing his

wicked grin. He looked at Trishia sharply and their eyes met. Trishia's eyes were filled with contempt for

the man in front of her. Then the Senator nodded at the two cops signaling them to go.

"Your service was already transferred to your bank accounts. Once again, thank you." Sen. Meyer said

politely like a true politician. Then the two walked out excitedly leaving Trishia, Sen. Meyer, and his

men in one room.

"Trishia... Trishia. Come to dad!" There was something odd with Sen. Meyer's tone. He was not

scolding and humiliating her way too far from what he used to do. For Trishia, the Senator had

something up his sleeve and that is what she has to find out as she just looked at him without any

softness toward her stepfather.

"Come..." Sen. Meyer strode towards her. The sound of his footsteps seemed to carry great

wickedness. Then he grabbed her wrist gently. Trishia just looked at the Senator with murderous eyes.

She would be never deceived by his actions.

"Look at you, baby. What happened to your beautiful face? Who did this to you? Come! Have a seat,

first." The Senator guided her to a chair. It was the only chair in the room. Her eyes wandered around

and except for the senator and his men, the room was empty. It was like an old warehouse on the

outskirt. Trishia was sure that it was just one of the senator's hideouts where he buried the people who

offended him. The question in her mind now is if he would also bury her there. She had no time to dwell

on it but her mind was preparing for the worst thing that might happen. She had to escape from the

place.

"Are you not going to give your father a hug?" The senator sounded nice. This made Trishia wonder

even more. She was very suspicious about the sudden nice attitude of the Senator toward her. She

knew he had something and she just waiting for him to spill it out.

"Why I am here?" Finally, Trishia asked full of resentment in her tone. Her murderous eyes were telling

him.

"Well, to give you a surprise." Sen. Meyer answered then he snapped his fingers in the air signaling his

men to move.

Four men went out to another door then when they came back inside, they brought four hostages with

duct tapes on their mouths, and blindfolds on their eyes while their hands and feet were tied.

Seeing the hostages, Trishia was stunned. Who would not know these people?

These people were...