G.O.D Complex// Earth Prime

Petty's knees trembled. Her breath hitched as Jonas, sweat dripping from his twisted grin, undid the straps of his white suit. His jacket fell to the metal floor with a heavy thud. He stepped toward her—slow, deliberate, and cruel.

"No…" she whispered, paralyzed. Her fingers dug into the wall behind her.

Nathalie stirred on the ground, a low groan escaping her bloodied lips. Her vision swam, red mixing with gray. The sharp pulse in her skull reminded her she was still alive—but barely. She saw Jonas' outline, heard his vile words, before blacking out.

Jonas reached for Petty, already unfastening the lower part of his uniform.

"Petty, hurry, your friend is waiting!" a woman shouted from downstairs. She had an expensive brand of cigarette in her mouth. She gradually lit the baton, took a breath, and puffed out smoke. She exhaled in relaxation as the sensation of nicotine assaulted her brain, giving her pleasure.

Soon, the sound of shoes hitting the stairs echoed. Petty showed up like a top star going to a party. She widened her arms with a grin. Her clothes were flashy, high heels looked like expensive brands, and she held a luxurious small handbag.

Looking at Petty, she didn't resemble the shy and quiet girl we knew. She looked confident, beautiful, and eye-catching.

"How do I look, Mom?" asked Petty. She turned her body; her small figure, despite lacking full attributes, looked overwhelmingly erotic.

"You look like a koga. Go and eat those men. Be careful—money first," warned her mother as she exhaled smoke and smashed the cigarette into the marble plate among the other ashes.

"I know, Mom. See you tomorrow," said Petty, walking away. When she opened the door, she saw her friend, also dressed up sexily.

"Hi girl, ready to move your ass?!" shouted her friend hysterically. Both girls held hands and jumped happily.

They stopped talking when they heard the black car honk. "Seems Leonardo is impatient to feast on all the women," Petty's friend laughed. They walked and entered the car.

"Hi, Leo," Petty greeted. Leo nodded with a smile. "Hi, beautiful flower. Ready to go?" he asked.

Both girls yelled happily, "Yeah!"

...

The night was booming as people moved and shook their bodies inappropriately. Beer and illicit substances circulated everywhere.

If you looked closely, you could even see groups of men dragging drugged women to dark rooms. Only the sky knew the unfortunate fate of those women, who seemed to be novices in such an environment.

"Idiots," said Petty as she caressed the hand holding her. She saw the scene but didn't care about their fate. Someone massaged her chest, forcing her to moan slightly.

"Don't pinch. I'm still growing," complained Petty. The man with numerous gang tattoos grinned but didn't apologize.

"Were you looking at those goods?" asked the man.

Petty nodded.

The man scratched his nose before answering, "They're tourists. My boys saw them and invited them. How naive are they? They were easily drugged. After testing the goods, we'll sell them."

Petty clearly knew those women's fate. A year ago, she almost ended up in such a situation, luckily, it did not go that far after finding out...

Don't misunderstand. Petty wasn't a prostitute, nor a gold digger. She was worse. Among women, there are those who will sell other women for money. Petty was such a despicable person. She would drag someone—a girl she met, become friends with—and later take her out to such gatherings. From there, she had nothing else to do and left the rest to the boys.

A man walked toward the one fondling Petty's bosom and whispered in his ear. The boss nodded before grinning at Petty.

"It seems the boys have finished inspecting your friend," said the boss.

Petty nodded, seemingly uncaring.

"So?" she looked up at the boss as she stirred her glass of vodka.

"She wishes to see you," said the man, grinning. Petty stared at him, seemingly lost.

A moment later, Petty walked into a room, looking around. A messed-up bed and the sounds of sobbing and moaning filled the decor. She didn't pay attention to the girls being assaulted or the boys laughing.

The boss brought Petty to a room. She wasn't afraid that it might be a trap or that they might jump her. She walked in and sat on the sofa.

"You wanted to see me?" asked Petty, staring at her friend—or who was once her friend.

"Why?" the girl with swollen lips asked. From her face and messed-up makeup, she must have been beaten and cried.

Petty slightly frowned. She looked at the boss who smiled.

"The boys may have gone out of hand."

Petty smiled at the boss and resumed her talk.

"Oh, Vera, you're asking why?" Petty looked up, seemingly thinking about the question, then shook her head.

"I can't come up with a proper answer," she said.

"Why do this? All this abuse? You're the one behind all this. Why are you doing this?" said Vera.

"Why shouldn't I?" asked Petty back. She stood and walked toward Vera, who was bound in handcuffs. She delicately bent, her tight clothes stretching to reflect her developing form.

"I'm just doing business. There's no complicated reason behind it," said Petty flatly. She walked out. Her friend screamed loudly behind her but was silenced by the door closing.

"Don't do this again," said Petty. She nonchalantly took out a cigarette and started searching for a lighter. The boss nodded. It was at this moment we began to realize something odd.

The boss took out a lighter. Petty, who had been searching, turned toward him and brought her head closer. He lit her cigarette. Petty exhaled, loving the sensation.

"Where's the driver?" asked Petty.

"He is still enjoying the night with the hostess," said the boys.

Petty nodded and gave her next order.

"Kill him after he finishes his deed. Also, bring me those who handled Vera."

A minute later, in a dark alleyway, Petty appeared as four boys knelt on the floor.

"Do you guys know how expensive the medical maintenance of a product is?" she glared down at them.

The boys started apologizing, begging for mercy.

However, Petty didn't listen. She walked and took the boss's gun, approaching them one at a time...

Bang. Bang. Bang. Bang.

"Dig out what can be sold from the corpses and recycle the rest," she said.

The boss nodded and called out to the guards in the dark, who immediately went to work.

Petty walked to a secluded spot and smoked peacefully. Soon, she heard that Leonardo, the driver, was taken care of. She nodded.

"Are you still going to change face and identify as boss?" asked the man, who was supposedly the boss. He looked respectfully at Petty, who looked up at him.

"Yes. I'll go for another operation. My duck has been lonely these days. Prepare a girl for me."

She... no, he. Petty was a boy, not a girl, who had undergone surgery to change everything in order to hide from his enemies while doing his inhumane business.

"Okay, sir," the man nodded before disappearing into the dark. In the quiet night, only he stood there, feeling isolated from the world.

"Oh... I need to take care of that old woman," he remembered.

Jonas immediately dropped to his knees, clutching his private parts. He tried to stop the bleeding.

"You seem to be in pain?" asked Petty—no, he. He stared down at Jonas, who trembled like a leaf.

"Let me end your miserable existence," said Petty. His hand held firmly onto a sharp vibrating blade. His other hand gradually reached out toward Jonas, who begged for mercy.

— To be Continued