The Contracted Stripper

Jessica lay on the cold floor of the dingy room, her breathing shallow and labored.Content © NôvelDrama.Org 2024.

Her body felt weak, every bone aching with the weight of exhaustion and sickness.

Days had turned into weeks, and she could feel her health slipping away.

But through the fog of pain and fatigue, one terrifying realization had become clear: she knew who had done this to her. Mrs. Rose Kendrick.

The name churned in her mind, filling her with a mix of fear and anger.

Jessica had once worked closely with the Kendrick family. She had been privy to their secrets, their hidden lives.

But never in her wildest dreams had she imagined that Mrs. Rose, the seemingly elegant matriarch of the family, would go so far as to kidnap and try to kill her.

Jessica coughed, her throat raw and dry. She tried to sit up, but her body refused to cooperate.

The room spun around her as a wave of dizziness crashed over her, leaving her gasping for air.

She needed help-urgent medical attention, or she wouldn’t survive much longer.

Just as her vision began to blur, she heard footsteps approaching the door. Her pulse quickened. Was it another one of Mrs. Rose’s men? Or worse, was it Mrs. Rose herself?

The door creaked open, and a figure stepped inside. Jessica squinted, struggling to focus. Her heart skipped a beat when she recognized the familiar figure.

It was Mrs. Rose.

Dressed impeccably, as always, Mrs. Rose’s presence filled the room with an air of superiority.

Her dark hair was pulled back tightly, and her hazel eyes gleamed with cold calculation. She didn’t seem fazed by the sight of Jessica’s frail body on the floor. Instead, there was something almost… clinical in the way she observed her.

“Well, well,” Mrs. Rose said, her voice as smooth as velvet. “Look at you, Jessica. It seems time hasn’t been kind to you.”

Jessica struggled to speak, her voice barely a whisper. “Why… why are you doing this?”

Mrs. Rose clicked her tongue and slowly circled the room, her heels tapping against the floor. “You really haven’t figured it out yet? After all these years?”

Jessica’s heart pounded as she struggled to sit up, leaning against the wall for support.

“You… you’re behind all of this… Why? What do you want from me?”

Mrs. Rose stopped in front of her, crouching down so that their faces were level.

Her eyes narrowed as she stared into Jessica’s as if weighing the value of her next words.”I’ve kept a close eye on you, Jessica. You were a threat. You know things about this family-about me-that I cannot afford to be made public,” Mrs. Rose said, her voice dangerously low.

“But I’m not ready for you to die just yet. You still have a part to play.”Jessica’s blood ran cold.

Mrs. Rose had always been manipulative, but to go this far? Mrs. Rose stood up, taking a deep breath as though the sight of Jessica sickened her.

“You always wanted to know why, didn’t you? Why I kept you around. Why did I allow you to live after everything? It’s simple. You’re my insurance. You’re the loose thread that I need to control. And now, as you can see, I have control.”

Jessica’s eyes filled with tears, not just from the physical pain, but from the realization of how deep Mrs. Rose’s cruelty went.

Her voice cracked as she tried to protest. “You can’t just keep me here. I’m not your pawn. You can’t play with people’s lives like this.”

Mrs. Rose’s lips curved into a smile, but there was no warmth in it. “Oh, darling, I can. And I have been for years.”Jessica tried to summon the strength to fight back, but her body was failing her. Her vision blurred again, her breath coming in short gasps.

She was too weak to resist, too fragile to stand up against this monster

. Mrs. Rose noticed the change in her, the way her skin had grown pale and clammy, the way her eyes fluttered as if on the edge of unconsciousness.

She pursed her lips, clearly annoyed. This wasn’t part of the plan. Jessica needed to stay alive for now.”Look at you. Pathetic,” Mrs. Rose muttered, disgust lacing her words. “It seems I’ve underestimated just how frail you’ve become. You need medical attention.”She pulled out her phone and made a quick call. Her voice was sharp, all business.

“Get someone here immediately. She’s in bad shape. I want her moved to a private facility. I don’t want her dead yet.”There was a brief pause as the person on the other end of the line responded. Mrs. Rose’s face remained impassive as she listened. “No. Take her to the facility I mentioned before. I don’t care what you have to do-just make sure she stays alive.”

She ended the call, slipping the phone back into her handbag before turning her attention back to Jessica, who was slipping in and out of consciousness.”You’ll get the help you need, Jessica,” Mrs. Rose said in a mocking tone. “But don’t think for a second that this is out of kindness. You’re still useful to me. And until you’re not, you’ll stay alive.”

Jessica’s mind raced, her thoughts a jumbled mess. She wanted to scream, to fight, but her body refused to respond. All she could do was watch as Mrs. Rose stepped back, her face a picture of satisfaction.

“You always thought you were so clever, didn’t you?” Mrs. Rose said softly. “But now you know the truth. You’re nothing. Just a tool. And I always get what I want.”

The door opened, and two men in suits entered, their faces blank and professional. They moved toward Jessica, lifting her frail body carefully off the floor and onto a stretcher.

As they began to wheel her out of the room, Jessica felt a surge of panic. She was too weak to fight, but her mind screamed in protest. She had to escape. She had to find a way out before it was too late.

But her body refused to cooperate, and the last thing she saw before the darkness swallowed her was Mrs. Rose’s cold, victorious smile.

Hours later, Jessica awoke in a sterile, white hospital room. The fluorescent lights above her head hummed softly, and the air smelled of antiseptic. Her body ached, but the pain was dulled, likely by the medication they had given her.

She struggled to sit up, her head spinning as she took in her surroundings. There was no one else in the room, just the quiet beeping of the machines monitoring her condition

. Her thoughts were slow, muddled by the haze of drugs, but one thing was clear-Mrs. Rose had plans for her. Dark, twisted plans that would keep her under control for as long as she remained useful.

But Jessica wasn’t going to let that happen. Not if she could help it. She glanced around the room, searching for any sign of an exit or a way to call for help. Her body was weak, but her mind was sharp. She had to find a way to escape before Mrs. Rose tightened her grip on her even further

. As she shifted in the bed, she heard the door creak open. Her heart raced as a nurse stepped inside, holding a tray of medical supplies.”Good, you’re awake,” the nurse said, her tone professional but distant. She set the tray down on the table next to Jessica’s bed and began checking her vitals.

Jessica’s throat was dry, but she forced herself to speak. “Where am I?”The nurse didn’t look up from her work. “You’re in a private hospital. Mrs. Kendrick has arranged for your care.”Jessica’s stomach turned at the mention of Mrs. Rose’s name.

“I need… to leave. I can’t stay here.”The nurse raised an eyebrow, finally glancing at her. “You’re in no condition to leave. You’re lucky to be alive.”Jessica’s hands trembled as she gripped the sheets. She had to get out. She had to find someone, anyone who could help her.

But as the nurse finished her check and left the room, the door clicked shut behind her, and Jessica was once again alone. She felt trapped, like a caged animal with no way out.

But even in the face of hopelessness, she refused to give up. She would escape. She had to. For her daughter, for herself, for the truth that Mrs. Rose had buried for too long.

As Jessica lay in the hospital bed, her mind racing with plans of escape, the door creaked open once more. She tensed, expecting another nurse or one of Mrs. Rose’s men.

But it wasn’t either of them.

A shadowy figure stepped into the room, their face obscured by the dim lighting.

Jessica’s heart pounded in her chest as the figure approached her bed, their voice low and unfamiliar.” Jessica,” the figure whispered. “I’m here to help you. But you have to trust me.”Jessica’s eyes widened in shock.

Could this person be her salvation-or just another trap set by Mrs. Rose?