Chapter 05

The room lay shrouded in an eerie stillness as if time itself held its breath within those four walls. I found myself trapped within its confines, with only the oppressive weight of silence for company. Across from me stood a man, his presence dominating the space, his words cutting through the quiet like a jagged blade. In a voice laced with malice, he demanded my servitude. His relentless harassment was like a relentless storm, pounding against the shores of my sanity.

The air in the room seemed to grow heavier with each passing moment, suffocating me as his words filled the void. It was as if the very essence of my being was being held hostage by his unwavering gaze and menacing words.

The man standing before me, exuding an air of authority, claimed to be a mafia boss. Something about his demeanor convinced me that he wasn't lying. His confident presence and the way he carried himself hinted at a life filled with darkness and secrets.

As I observed him closely, I noticed subtle signs that added weight to his claim. It wasn't just what he said, but also his body language, the look in his eyes, and the sense of power he exuded. His words carried conviction and his gaze held a truth that couldn't be ignored.

A wave of confusion washed over me as I attempted to make sense of the sudden and unexpected words that escaped his lips. It was as if he had plucked them from thin air and hurled them in my direction without warning. Lost in my bewilderment, I instinctively glanced downward, only to be met with a startling realization.

To my astonishment, I discovered that I was clad in nothing more than a loosely wrapped towel, barely clinging to my body. Its grip was feeble, leaving a significant portion of my skin exposed and vulnerable.

I suddenly understood why I felt so cold and shivery as if I were wearing nothing at all. Without wasting time, I grabbed the towel and pulled it up to cover my partially exposed chest.

My sudden reaction seemed to amuse him, as a smug smile played across his face. He took pleasure in observing my reaction, relishing in the discomfort he had caused. His words cut through the air, laden with cruel intent. "Ah, so you've finally caught on, or else I might have mistaken your intentions, trying to seduce me with your lacking curves and flat chest."

I knew he was lying. He knew he was lying. And yet, he continued to insist that I was flat-chested. It was infuriating, really, because I knew that I had a good figure. I wasn't saying this because I was overconfident or anything like that. No, I was saying this because everyone else said it too.

My friends had always told me that I had a great body. They said that I was curvy in all the right places, and that I had a figure that most guys would kill for. And yet, here was this guy, trying to tell me that I was flat-chested.

As he spoke, I could feel my cheeks flushing with anger. I wanted to scream at him, to tell him that he had no right to talk to me like that.

"Don't you think you're kind of stupid?" he asked, his voice dripping with condescension. "Or perhaps your brain works slow."

he was mocking me because my reaction to the situation was different from what he expected. He wanted to belittle me, but I chose to confront him directly. I said, "It was you who gave me anesthesia."

A mischievous smirk played upon the corners of his lips, his amusement evident in the glimmer of his eyes. "Yes, indeed, it was I," he said, relishing the effect his words had upon me. A momentary pause hung in the air before he continued with a taunting tone. "So, now tell me, what are you going do about it?" His words were laden with superiority, a subtle reminder of the perceived powerlessness that shackled me. It was as if he derived pleasure from goading me.

I gathered my strength and posed a direct question, my voice filled with determination. "What do you want from me?" I asked firmly, leaving no room for ambiguity. All I yearned for was an opportunity to escape this place, to let go of everything that burdened me. However, my chances of leaving hinged solely on his approval.

He leveled a pointed finger in my direction, his voice dripping with arrogance as he questioned my worth, "Tell me," he sneered, "what could someone like you possibly offer to a person of my stature?" His finger now shifted to tap his chest, emphasizing his superiority. "Are you capable of anything beyond mere servitude?"

Casually, he crossed one leg over the other, leaning back in his chair with an air of nonchalance. The posture exuded power, as if he held my life in the palm of his hand, the ultimate arbiter of my fate. "If, by some miracle, you manage to please me," he continued, a hint of amusement lacing his voice, "perhaps I may consider sparing your insignificant existence."

His insults had been incessant ever since he set foot in the room, but now he had brazenly crossed all boundaries. The audacity with which he spoke to me, a woman, was beyond comprehension. To make matters worse, I couldn't overlook the fact that he had kidnapped me, an act that reeked of despicable malevolence.

A surge of indignation coursed through my veins as his offensive words hung in the air. The audacity with which he belittled me was infuriating, but I refused to let his insults penetrate me anymore. With a flicker of defiance igniting in my eyes, I mustered the strength to deliver a biting retort, laced with sarcasm.

"Ah, I see. It appears you like sleeping with just anyone," I retorted, my voice dripping with a touch of mockery. "How amusing. But you see, I have standards far beyond for someone like you. In fact, you don't even register on the lowest rung of those standards." Each word was chosen, infused with a hint of disdain and a desire to strike back against his offensive remarks.

As my words hung in the air, I couldn't help but notice a fleeting expression of surprise and discontent etch across his face. It became evident that no one had ever dared to talk to him in such a manner. He was furious.

A wave of second thoughts washed over me, and I found myself yearning to retract the sharp-edged retort that had slipped past my lips. If only I could rewind time and choose a different path, one that would spare me from the impact of my words. I pondered the consequences of my words, fearing that I may have make the situation worse.

The previous expression of joy and amusement that had adorned his face disappeared abruptly, making way for an intense and menacing gaze. It was as if a dark cloud had cast its shadow upon his features, completely altering his demeanor. My gaze naturally shifted downwards, drawn to his tightly clenched fists, which were gripped with such force that his knuckles had turned a pale, ghostly white. It was evident that he was struggling to contain a seething anger that simmered within him. Such was the depth of his fury that it seemed to consume his very being, transforming him into an embodiment of danger and menace.

My breaths grew unsteady, their rhythm disrupted as I contemplated the potential consequences that awaited me due to my spoken words.

"What did you just say?" The weight of his piercing response hung in the air, his voice transformed from its previous tone to one brimming with irritation and fury.

I found myself in a state of utter speechlessness, my attempts to form coherent words proving futile. "I... you..." I stammered, my voice faltering in its feeble attempt to convey my thoughts. However, my faltering words only seemed to further ignite his rage. With an explosive outburst, he rose abruptly from his seat, forcefully propelling the chair against the wall with a resounding crash that shattered it into splintered fragments. The sharp noise mingled with the sudden release of a horrified scream that escaped my trembling lips, as the full impact of the scene enveloped my senses.

With my heart pounding in my chest, I instinctively squeezed my eyes shut, bracing myself for the imminent blow that I expected to meet my face. However, instead of the anticipated impact, I felt his forceful presence drawing nearer. His determined strides carried him swiftly toward me, an embodiment of menace and fury. As he closed the distance between us, his hand grasped my chin with an unyielding grip, forcibly tilting my face upward. The intensity of his touch conveyed an unspoken command, compelling me to meet his piercing gaze. In that vulnerable moment, I found myself locked in a gaze with eyes that reflected a potent mixture of anger, frustration, and something else I couldn't quite discern.

Desperate to free myself from his firm grasp, I strained against his hand, exerting all my strength in a futile attempt to break free. However, my feeble resistance came to an immediate halt as his commanding voice reverberated through the air, demanding my obedience. “DON’T YOU DARE TO MOVE AGAIN!” his words echoed, filling the space with an undeniable force that left no room for defiance. The weight of his command settled upon me, compelling me to cease my struggle, my body frozen in place under the weight of his dominance.