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𝐃𝐎𝐍'𝐓 𝐁𝐋𝐀𝐌𝐄 𝐌𝐄 | ʙɪʟʟᴀ

ᴘᴀɪʀɪɴɢ : David Billa x Fem!Oc

ғᴀɴᴅᴏᴍ & ʀᴇǫ ʙʏ : Billa. by @warnermeadowsgirl

ʟᴇɴɢᴛʜ : 2.5k

ᴄᴏɴᴛᴀɪɴs : billa being billa he is so hot HELP, ranga and maya are little (LOT) doomed, mention of near death experience, medical coma, murders, gunshots, stabbing, injuries, canon typical violence, secret affair.

sᴜᴍᴍᴀʀʏ : 𝐈𝐍 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐂𝐇 what didn't kill him just pissed her off.

ᴀ/ɴ : this was a NEED, shreya asked and boom my brain went down a spiral 😭🤚🏻

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What doesn't kill you makes you stronger.

Well fuck that because what didn't kill him was pissing her off beyond imagination. This was not how their long awaited reunion was supposed to go. She was supposed to be drinking and dancing and kissing him not sitting in their bedroom looking at him as he refused to wake up.

It wasn't his fault she knew, the coma wasn't something he could've controlled but she should've known better. She should've known better than to leave him with people like Lisa and Ranjit. She never trusted Maya to begin with.

Tara should've been with him, like she always promised to be. She knew people talked shit, she didn't exist in his life for the world, Lisa was the one they considered the woman he loved but the story was a lot different than that.

As she gets up from the sofa and sits beside his coma induced form she can't help but remember the first time they met, the wild old days of the man known as David Billa. She chuckled softly at the thought, her fingers intertwining with his unresponsive ones as she thought back to first run in.

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Being the daughter of an influential businessman had its perks but having two step brothers didn't. Tara was born to an Indian man and a Malaysian woman, choosing not to take up any surname because she had such wonderful parents but that story for another time.

She had two more brothers, barely five years younger than her from when her father remarried during his visit to India. She didn't mind it all because one her mother ran away from home when she was four thanks to her husband's alcoholic habits. Her brothers however were a major pain in the neck.

Deadset on taking over the Malaysian and the main branch of the business which she was the heir for. Their old man died by the time she hit 23, thank you alcohol she guessed.

It was then when things became harder, there was close to no such thing known as her father's will that was left behind. All three of them were at each other's throat in one way or another, she was unbeatable on the business front but her brothers played far dirtier.

Now she was no damsel in distress, never was and never will be but that day everything happened way too fast. One minute she was sitting in the cafe, waiting for her lawyers and the next bullets were being fired.

To an outsider it might have looked like some kind of gang war but she knew better, it was set up for her death disguised as a gang war.

She managed to take out two men, like she said she wasn't a princess waiting for her prince to save her, she was a queen leading a war for her throne.

But a battlefield is a tricky place, one miss and you have to say goodbye to your life. That's exactly what happened, she managed to look at the man aiming in her direction but she missed the man sneaking up on her.

She missed the bullet by a hair length, the blade ended almost two inches deep in her side.

The pain was excruciating, her white shirt was turning red really quickly and tears were blurring her vision. She screamed when the man pulled out the knife, going for another stab but this time she caught his hand, twisting his arm to have the blade end up in his chest.

She kneeled as the man fell dead on the floor, her hand desperately pressing against her bleeding side when she noticed more men.

Tara knew she had to flee, she can't fight, not in this condition. She chose the kitchen exit to make her way out, it was the start of the rush hour in the city and it was evident with how many people gave her weird looks as she stumbled past them.

She couldn't bring herself to care about them, her vision was blurry and blacking out from the corners, her right side was numb waist up and she was also slowly losing feeling in her right leg too, it was a miracle she was standing on her two feet.

Which doesn't last long, she didn't see it nor was she able to make out the sound of the horn, realising she was almost hit by a car only when it stopped not even a inch away from her knees but that was the last straw. She couldn't even look who the person was, dropping down in sync with the door of the car opening.

When she came to be, she was in hospital, hooked to machines, the lights were too bright and she still had close to no feeling in her right arm. Probably the anaesthesia.

She looked around, there was a man in all black standing at the foot of her bed, talking to the phone and her first instinct was to reach to her left grabbing a pair of scissors pushing herself to sit up, aiming for the man's neck she was just about to throw the sharp tool when a hand grabbed her wrist.

“Wow there kitten, you're gonna reopen stitches.”

Wait, how did she miss another presence in the room. She tried to push the man back but he was stronger and ended up pinning her back to the bed.

“Stop moving around, I am not going to get you treated again.”

“I didn't ask you to get me treated.”

“Well you can die all you want but do it when people don't see you hitting my car.”

She glared back in retaliation to his growl, so he was the one who was in that car. She freed her hand, groaning when it pulled at her sides, the male backed away when she stopped trying to get up.

He was tall, taller than six feet and dressed in a white jacket and pants with white shoes. Seems like a mob boss.

“You can leave now, thank you for bringing me in, I can pay the bill.”

“That is not how you sound grateful.”

She rolled her eyes but he continued before she could reply back.

“Running with a stab wound in broad daylight, attitude issues, tried to kill a man as soon as you woke from hours of unconscious state and multiple throw knife holsters found in your expensive attire. People in your life don't want you breathing do they?”

She looked back at the man now sat in the chair beside her bed, her gaze sharp enough to match his intense one.

“They really don't.”

“I know the feeling.”

He answered, his head tilting as he looked at her before extending a hand.

“Billa.”

She looks at the hand, then at his face and then back at his hand. In her life people have always wanted something from her or wanted to do more harm than good but he entered her life and the first thing he did was save her not walk out even when she was clearly a difficult stranger.

Long story short, she took the hand.

“Tara.”

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That was the day and four years later now she wasn't only the sole owner of her business but also his beloved.

Once again people argued that he was always seen with Lisa and what not but she knew better. It was pure business, a cover for their actual relationship, she was seen with a guy every now and then too.

It wasn't about who you spent weeks and months with, it was about who was the one you spent your most vulnerable moments with, who was your home, who do you come back to.

And they always came back to each other. No matter what.

So when he didn't meet her up like they planned to and didn't even leave a message or a clue as to where he was it set off alarms in her mind.

She tracked him down easily, the police were after him, luckily she found him before they could. Faking his own death wasn't new to him, he had done it before when someone tried to bomb the car they were in, way back in the first year of their relationship.

“You're too injured for taking this risk, if something happens-”

“Shh you know me? I can do this. Just don't be late in getting me out okay.”

That's exactly the dialogue they had before she helped him in getting the ACP's car. He had practise holding his breath but what was worrying was that he was injured severely and not breathing is gonna do only harm.

The emotional fool of an ACP took his sweet time with the funeral but she was thankful Billa was always on her case for working out because when he didn't wake up when he dug him out of the grund it was on her to pull him out and carry him back to the car.

She immediately called the doctor as the car engine roared to life, their home was unreachable in many senses, far safer for him then some hospital. She vaguely remembers the doctor giving her a look for having blood smudges on her clothes and skin but she made sure they did the actual work and not just judge her.

An indefinite coma was not as surprising as it should have been. No, she knew the time taken could've caused some kind of issue but this pushed the limit. Everyday it was hoping and hoping and hoping, nothing else. She was helpless here and it was pissing her off.

Not to mention the business Billa spent half his life building and keeping up was gone. It was gone just because some goodwill man who looked like her beloved said yes to the police.

She found out a few days after his accident, the phone Billa used to talk to her came online suddenly when the only man who used it was right in front of her, unmoving. It made her look into it and the stupidly obvious plan from the police came in light with a little digging.

Tara wanted to fight for his empire, she really did, he helped her get her throne she wanted to protect his fort too but he was her priority. She was too much of a coward to leave him alone and go out handling some god forsaken idiots.

She just wants him to come back to her, to wake up, to look at her like he always did, with love and hunger and a challenge. To open his mouth and make a cocky remark, to kiss her until she was bruised. She wanted the man she loved to wake up.

The God seems to have heard her because she feels the fingers twitching around her own.

She smiles as his eyes move behind the close lids before flustering open slowly as she brings his hand to her lips to press a gentle kiss to the back of it.

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Life was smooth.

That was how Ranga looked at things, he had cash for almost a lifetime, a stable income in the form of the school and college he owned and Maya as a life partner. What more would he ever need in life?

Definitely not the shock he just got.

Why was the door to his house open? Maya wasn't home and no one else had the ke- the thought died in the middle when he saw the broken lock lying by the door.

So an intruder. Great.

He stepped back, messaging Maya and pulling out the gun from behind the number of plant pots lining the porch. He will thank Maya for the idea later.

He opens the door and steps inside, the weapon held in front of him as he looks around. There was no one sight as he walked with light footsteps.

“Ranga…”

He jumps but his instincts kick in faster he turns around to point the gun at- HIMSELF!? Wait no that was not him, that was the don he acted as months back, Billa, was it? But wasn't he supposed to be dead?

“Your hands are shaking, out of practice?” The suited man said getting up from the couch and walking towards him, easily snatching the gun from him. Damn it all.

“You messed with the wrong man.”

He wants to say something back, preferably that it was not his damn plan and that he knew he was messing with the wrong man but the police forced him to do this.

“Not only ruining my business but stealing my money. Tch tch not really smart are you.”

Yeah he was dumb, Ranga was so dumb. Also can his body listen to him and actually move, this was the worst time to freeze. Fuck his life.

“Ranga what-”

“Hi.”

He forces himself to turn around when Billa looks past him to greet the female who just entered the house. He wants to smile by the way colour drains from Maya's face, at least he wasn't the only one scared.

“Uh uh, don't even think about it princess. Drop it.”

A much taller female appears behind his fiance, pressing a barrel of the gun at the back of Maya's head who drops a gun from behind her.

“Hey to you too.”

The woman said looking his way but he didn't miss the absolute hate dripping from her words. He was fucked wasn't he.

“Don't pull the trigger.”

The don speaks turning to face him again, not being able to see his eyes was really half the reason he was so scary to him. Like Ranga has no idea what's going on with his lookalike.

“Why?”

He never thought the woman could sound more hateful than she did before but he was proven wrong.

“We are dead for the world Tara, they are not and since they ruined it.”

Billa speaks, keeping a hand on his shoulder and squeezing till it hurts.

“They will be the one to make my business from scratch.”

The don grits out, taking his arm and bending it before he brings his shoulder down on his knee full force.

“Ranga-”

“Stay put.”

He can only hear the dialogue between the females as he falls to his knees, with a dislocated shoulder. Fuck that hurts a lot.

“Hurts doesn't it?”

He forces himself to look up when the man speaks, just as Maya comes to kneel beside him, her brows creased in concern as the couple looks down on them. The black suited man tsks before turning on his heel and walking out but the woman wrapped in the white gown kneels down in front of them.

“This is just the beginning sweethearts.”

She says with a poisonous smile before straightening up and following the man out, he groans in pain as he looks to his side to meet Maya's equally concerned and scared gaze.

Yup they were royally fucked.

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tags : @mayakimayahai @warnermeadowsgirl @vijayasena @voidsteffy @jkdaddy01 @rambheem-is-real @allari-ammayi @mellaga-karagani @ulaganayagi @ahamasmiyodhah @ranisingsnew @myvarya @toomanyfanficsbruh

𝐃𝐇𝐈𝐕𝐀𝐑𝐀 | ʙᴀʜᴜʙᴀʟɪ

ᴘᴀɪʀɪɴɢ : Mahendra Bahubali [Shivudu] & Amrendra Bahubali (the "&" signs means it's not romantic relationship. telling for some idiots out there.)

ғᴀɴᴅᴏᴍ : Bahubali

ʟᴇɴɢᴛʜ : 1.03k

ᴄᴏɴᴛᴀɪɴs : Mahendra being well himself, extreme sports(?), climbling a fucking waterfall, minor injury, he needs better sense of preservation just like his father did.

sᴜᴍᴍᴀʀʏ : 𝐈𝐍 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐂𝐇 he knew something was definitely up with the waterfall.

ᴀ/ɴ : I am suppose to be writing a request but we all know how "strong" I am when it comes to bahubali :) this is short I am aware. I'll make it parts I guess.

ᴍᴀsᴛᴇʀʟɪsᴛ ʙᴀsᴇᴅ ᴏɴ ᴛʜɪs ᴘᴏsᴛ

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If he falls this time he swears to god he will bash someone's skull. This was his third try in the day for god's sake. He would like to at least surpass his regular record.

People often didn't ask him where his obsession with the gigantic wonder of nature came from.They simply assumed it was another product of his adventurous nature and while it was somewhere right, his inquisitive side was more of a source behind.

And not it wasn't the wonder of what was above, nope. It was why the water never drowned? Why was the stream following with such vigour so gentle with him? Why do the branches and leaves always break his fall? Why hasn't he ever broken a bone? Why?

With all these questions in mind he went to grab another edge of the rock only to get the grip right and step wrong as he fell backwards he squeezed his eyes shut, he is definitely breaking a bone this time.

He was preparing for impact when he stopped? What? Opening his eyes he blinks twice before realising he was hanging upside down. Weird.

He tries once, then again and then again before he manages to bend himself enough to look at what saved and you gotta be kidding him. He sighed as he relaxed his core coming back to his hanging position.

His leg that stuck between the stems of the leaves that were intertwined because of how close the canopies of the trees have gotten as they grew.

Seriously what is going on. How lucky or blessed or gifted, as he is often called, does he have to be to get his kind of luck.

He shakes his head before looking around before noticing a small gap between two rocks, he should be able to hold himself up if he hooks his hand there.

With an exhale he swings his weight back and forth, trusting whatever force that was protecting him to not let the stems break, before he tightened his core bent up.

The first try was a failure because of the water, he almost reached it but the speed and amount of water coming down on that rock is too much, dammit.

He takes a breath, the fragile bindings of his leg can give away any moment and he will definitely crack his skull if he falls like this. He closes his eyes, sending a silent prayer to the waterfall spirit. He is not thinking of a name right now, too busy trying not to fall to his death and tries again.

His eyebrow twitches when he notices the stream slowly dying, yup this waterfall definitely had a spirit alright. He successfully grabs the rock, checking his grip before he pulls his leg, shrieking loud when the weight shifts suddenly.

A wind blows, making the move, making a loud ruffling type of noise echo just after his shriek.

“Not funny.”

He complains like a child whining to his father who is smiling at him being scared of something silly. He smiles when the wind stops, turning to look for a gap to hook his leg so the weight would not only be on his hand, hiding his own smile.

Once he finds his footing, he pushes himself up, climbing a few more metres before he finds stable ground and big enough space to sit down for a while.

He slouches as soon as he sits, breathing heavily, as the adrenaline fades he starts to feel the throbbing in his palms and shoulder. He looks at his palms to find them turning red slowly from grabbing on the rocks which wouldn't be as bad but his shoulder defineltly fucking hurts. Not to mention he was tired after the two earlier attempts.

Taking his whole weight on it wasn't a good idea was it.

He looks up, he is definitely past his usual mark, a few more metres and he might just make it, he grabs his shoulder, groaning out loud as he purposely pressed down on it. If it goes numb for a while it might not be as bad till the adrenaline starts running back in his veins.

“Oh come on.”

He almost whines under his breath as clouds around the waterfall turn darker, looking ready to rain wasn't the sun out like twenty minutes ago. His lips form an almost pout as the stream of water picks up the pace too.

It was clearly a no from the spirit.

He just rolls his eyes and cracks his shoulder, punching it softly a few times. He didn't listen to his human parents, this was just a spirit, there is no way it's winning against him in a battle of stubbornness.

The water coming down directly on him as he climbed was annoying, it was irritating him and messing with his grip, not to mention the cold nature of the liquid element wasn't appreciated by the pain in his shoulder.

He tries to look up but fails when the water almost lands in his eyes and mouth making him cough and reach for the next crack in rock blinding only for his hand to slip making him shriek for the second time that day and fall back down.

The water doesn't let him make out much but he flaps his hand, getting his bearings back and coming up on the surface just in time to be thrown down in the pond at the end of the fall.

He comes out of water, coughing for breath as he pushes his wet hair back, grabbing his injured shoulder before he turns towards the giant water wonder.

“That was unnecessary.” He grumbles, splashing the water in frustration with his good hand. The clouds reply with a thunder and he rolls his eyes, yeah yeah he got it. No fourth attempt.

He grumbles under his breath about how he will have to listen to another lecture from his mother, walking out of the water, turning back to glare at the natural wonder.

His usually sharp eyes missing the weirdly familiar reflection of him looking at him walking away from the water in front of undercutting, with the soft expression before fading away.

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tags : @mayakimayahai @warnermeadowsgirl @vijayasena @voidsteffy @jkdaddy01 @rambheem-is-real @allari-ammayi @mellaga-karagani @ulaganayagi @ahamasmiyodhah @ranisingsnew @myvarya @toomanyfanficsbruh @harinishivaa @houseofbreadpakoda let me know if you wanna be added or removed.

𝑪𝑯𝑨𝑷𝑻𝑬𝑹 - 𝑰 | 𝐁𝐄𝐘𝐇𝐀𝐃𝐇

PRELUDE | PREVIOUS | NEXT | MASTERLIST

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Life in the complex was a repeated routine day in and day out. Get up, get ready, pick up your tasteless food, eat it and then pick up the nourishing diet of the positive female you were assigned, get her food and then come back to bunk. If you're lucky, or unlucky, you might be called for another task before the next meal you have to deliver.

That was how it was as far as Sum-80 can remember. She doesn't know who she was, where did she come from? Who were her parents? Her father, her mother. They didn't care for her much, that was sure, seeing as they let her be here.

She tried to put together a somewhat proper origin, instead of the pieces she remembered, when she had nothing to do. The most solid of which was sold for units. It was based on the blurry memory of a man, her father? handing her over in exchange for something, years ago and with time her memory has faded away the faces she once must have remembered.

Her name? She never thought about it. Her code inked in her skin had the number Sum-80, that was her identity like every other girl here, some have kind of translated them into names like the one who sleeps under her bunk. T-18, she called herself Tara.

She just couldn't come up with anything that felt right.

“Get up, the commander has called for an assembly, come get going you all.”

Her thoughts break as the guard yells, looks like another woman is going to get tested or something. She climbs down her bunk and joins the other black dressed ladies.

She slid in the middle of the queue, she didn't want the back place, no one usually did, the guards had a habit of being touchy. The first place wasn't safe either, she stood there once and almost got shot by a laser because the commander lost his cool, some weren't that lucky though.

The middle of the line was perfect.

As they completed assembling in the giant hall, she noticed one extra person in the room. She made sure she didn't look up for too long, who knows what they will see it as.

The new person in the room was a woman too, another test subject? No. The answer came to her when her eyes moved a little lower and she noticed a familiar inked triangle on her inner arm. She was another negative she guessed.

But maybe not? Her clothes were different from her own. While she and the rest of the negative female helpers wore long black robes with arm bands and a choker that pinpointed their vitals and location, the new face in the room was in a simple shirt and some pants with feet bare and hair pulled back neatly.

Her heart rate picks up as the gaze of the newcomer finds her own making her look down immediately. Fuck fuck fuck. Sum-80 curses herself internally, glaring a hole in the floor refusing to look up until the positive mother was brought.

She really wants to close her ears and eyes or run away, more preferably, when the woman screams endlessly as they abstract the serum from her child. She finds it hard to breathe when the screams finally stop, somehow forcing herself to lift her eyelids up to find out if the woman made it.

Her gaze finds the view in time for the machine to dump white clad woman on the floor.

“She is a strong one.” The commander speaks as the woman on the ground sobs in probably pain or the loss of life within her, it was hard to say.

“She won't make it.” An unfamiliar voice speaks, the woman from earlier speaking up as she eyed the sobbing lady with a blank face. The commander looks impressed as he signals the guard to get the woman on her feet.

“This is your new incharge.”

Her eyes shift back to the centre where the commander is speaking, gesturing towards the female.

“Meet, MA-13, the very first of her kind. The woman by me.” He says proudly as the female looks around herself with a sharp yet empty gaze.

MA-13, MA-13. MA-terh, ma-terh, matara? Wasn't that supposed to mean something like mother, she wasn't sure to be honest.

“She has been designed and trained to keep you all in check, no secrets, no more sneaking around, some of you complain about the guards so I made her but she has only one response to you breaking rules.” The commander trails off nodding to her, MA-13 nods back and before anyone can blink the mother who was being held by the guards dropped to the ground.

But no because they simply let her go, she had a slit throat, while MA-13 held onto a knife that had a blood covered blade. The woman didn't even blink as another female died in her feet but choking on her own blood thanks to her.

Sum-80 can feel the lack of breath passing through her as she witnessed the killing, so now on top of the guards that had no concept of limits, they had a woman looking over them who didn't even bat an eyelash before or after killing someone.

This place just got worse each day.

In all the years she has been here, Sum-80 has seen countless lives being lost before they even get a chance to live or breathe in this world. That was the main reason she kept the life inside her hidden away.

The last seeding showed her negative too but after a few days she started noticing changes in herself and before she could even think it through a bump was visible to her.

She was pregnant.

Today marked the completion of the fifth month and while she held back from ever lifting her robe or as much as letting it move in someone's presence the events she had just witnessed left her shaking and worried, the life inside her getting restless in response to her emotional turmoil.

She pulled back the robe to gently caress her growing belly, trying to comfort her child when she heard something and looked up, her hand immediately pulling her robe back as her eyes met a fellow negative mother. LYL-33. Shit.

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This was the best decision of his life, did he lie about the whole love thing? Yes but he was sure Roxie knew that too.

Roxie. She was an interesting woman, fierce, trained in combat, steals for living which was a whole lot familiar. She reminds him of her. Mahavidya.

He remembers her face well enough, long black hair that shined with a brown hint when sunlight fell on it, the way she cursed him all the damn time and their stupid quarrels.

He has no idea why. That woman didn't even leave him anything in wake of her departure, only if he had managed to hand her over himself instead of being beaten unconscious by her.

But she was probably a hated memory, seeing that he remembers her so well, nothing more unlike a certain a.i. claimed.

Buiji and her nonsense theory of him and Roxie dating before she was so similar to Mahavidya because he and Roxie were a FLING not a genuine romance and that stupid bot knew it, she just liked to piss him off whenever a female was mentioned in life.

One day he will strangle that a.i.

“Bhairava!!”

He leaves his thoughts behind when Roxie calls his name, what was done was done and doesn't regret it one bit. Time for him to see his future home.

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“Stop!!”

Sum-80 freezes in her place when MA-13's voice calls out, damn it damn it damn it did she get caught? She turned around only to find the woman walking past her to another woman making her breath in relief.

The anxiety makes her stomach churn making her decide to skip on the current meal. She heads for her bunk, lost in thoughts only to realise that there was already someone in her bed.

She screams when the man reaches for arm, backing away only for him to get a grip on her forearm, the struggle ends with him pushing her on the floor.

Thankfully she landed on her side but not so thankfully her robe fell to the side too, revealing her five months pregnant belly.

“What the-”

She didn't let him finish grabbing his gun he left on the bed and pointing it at him, her hands were shaking but she wasn't going to go down this easily.

“Please..” She begs when another figure enters her peripheral. She turns her gaze, the gun still pointed at the man as she recognizes the woman. LYL-33.

She feels a little relief, LYL-33 knew of her pregnancy and everyone knew she and the guard in front of them had a thing going on. Maybe she will understand?

“Help me..” Sum-80 hears her voice crack, barely above the whisper as the other woman approaches her.

“Hey it's okay, don't worry.” The female speaks softly as she kneels in front of her. “Here give this to me.” She adds and Sum-80 lets the gun slip for her hands.

Mistake on her part because the man snatches his weapon from LYL-33, who sighs one word as she stands beside him.

“Sorry.”

The guards are called in along with their new incharge who looks at her from head to toe before nodding to the men to take her to the cells of positive mothers, walking past her to the opposite direction, probably to go call the commander. At that point Sum-80 can only think of one thing.

Note self : There is no such thing as trust in hell she lives.

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