Trapped Belle(2)

3

Later on, while he was asleep, Belle got up and found herself something to eat. She was starving to death, but she didn't have any appetite.

Despite that, she had to have some food.

She had to conserve her strength. The day of her getting freedom was around the corner.

She took out a carton of milk from the refrigerator and forced herself to drink it. When she raised her hand, she saw the bruise on her wrist.

It was left when she first got kidnapped here. To avoid her from fleeing, Louis tied her hands behind her back.

Later, as he gradually trusted her, he untied her.

She got along very well with him these days. He was even willing to let her out, but he would secretly follow after her.

It was an accident that she met her classmate yesterday. Then she came up with that plan.

Without that classmate, how could she find a way to get out of her current situation?

However, that came with a price. She was forced to have sex with him all night. Moreover, he got more frantic and uneasier.

Belle gave a sigh.

To make sure that her plan didn't go south, she had to be good to him in the next few days.

He had been acting very normally these days. In fact, he was a normal person.

It was just that sometimes he would lose his marbles because of her.

When she watched TV dramas on her tablet, he would read comic books beside her.

When she played games on her phone, he would form a team with her and assist her.

When she said that she was drowsy, he would let her rest her head on his shoulder and have some rest for a while.

After she fell asleep, he would begin to study how to cook for her.

He would order take-out for her, such as snacks, cakes, and boba.

After she sat for a long time, he would massage her shoulders and legs.

He said that as long as she didn't leave him, he could do anything for her.

He would do anything she asked him of as long as it could make her happy.

Belle planned to please him, only to find that she didn't need to make any effort.

As long as she stayed by his side, he would have a bright smile all day. She didn't need to do anything.

But he didn't touch her these days. He just kissed the top of her head and went to bed with her in his arms.

4

Just like that, another week passed.

Belle was exceedingly nervous today.

In order not to give herself away, she spent most of her time watching TV and peeked at him out of the corner of her eye occasionally.

When the delivery guy knocked on the door, she broke out in a cold sweat.

It was that store's bubble tea that she almost bought every week.

"Here's your boba, Belle," Louis said as he sat next to her with the bubble tea.

"Put it there," Belle said absently as she continued to watch TV.

"Why are you into boba so much?" He inserted a straw through the hole in the plastic top of a bubble with a smile and put it to her lips.

When she heard this, Belle had butterflies in her stomach.

She tried her best to remain calm and composed.

"It's delicious." She took the bubble tea and took a sip.

Watching as she drank the bubble tea, Louis said with self-mockery, "You're such a big fan of it. I'm even envious of it. When will you treat our relationship the same way you do to boba?"

Although he had a smile on his face, he looked frustrated.

Even though she was always with him and lived under the same roof, he still felt uneasy.

He knew the reason though he wished that he was wrong. He didn't want to admit that Belle still hated him and that she was nice to him out of fear.

He laughed at himself for being so greedy. After he got her into bed, he even wanted to win her heart.

However, humans' desire was a seed. Once they had an idea, it would run wild.

For example, he still imagined that Belle would care a little about him.

He wouldn't yearn for anything else if he mattered a little to her.

Belle watched as he went silent staring at the ground. She didn't understand why he suddenly became so depressed.

She thought that she should comfort him and she did that.

"Do you want to have a taste of boba?" she asked as she smiled at him and shook the bubble tea. "It's good."

He raised his head, and when he saw the smile on her face, he got happy again.

"Are you sure?" he asked.

He had bought her bubble tea many times, but he had never drunk it.

He didn't like sugar.

Compared to sweet boba, bitter coffee was a better choice for him.

But since she offered, he became curious about it. He wanted to know what it tasted like to make her happy.

"Of course., I'm sure." Belle sat on his lap, stared into his eyes, took a sip of bubble tea, and then kissed him.

His brain suddenly turned blank.

He couldn't think straight. rationality had been shattered by her. All he could see was her face and the milk tea that she had given him.

The bubble tea was so sweet. For the first time, he was overwhelmed by happiness.

When they kissed passionately, he suddenly pushed her away.

"No, don't do that." He breathed heavily and stopped her from unbuttoning his shirt.

Belle's hand froze in the air, and her heart jumped into her throat.

She tightened her grip on the item in her hand.

It just took her a second to regain her composure.

"You don't want it?" she asked with a smile.

"I want it," he replied, staring at her. "But you haven't recovered yet."

Upon hearing this, Belle was much relieved.

He meant that he had violent sex with her for so long that she got slightly injured.

He was worried that her condition didn't allow her to sleep with him.

Belle suddenly thought that perhaps he was not that bad. But it didn't mean that he was not cruel.

She was bent on running away from him that day.

"I got better, silly," she said, nibbling his earlobe.

An electric feeling rushed over his body. He could no longer control his urges.

He was dying to touch her. It was not easy for him to control himself. There was a devil in his body.

This was the first time she had been aggressive. He sat still and stared at her obsessively.

While he was engrossed in making out, she took out a small, light bottle hidden in the bubble tea. She spilled the liquid in the bottle on him, and it flowed from the back of his neck.

Watching as he dozed off, she breathed a sigh of relief.

...

When Belle left this villa, a security alarm went off behind her.

She managed to escape Louis' reach.

5

Six years later.

Belle didn't sleep well recently.

That miserable month six years ago and the way Louis looked at her before she fled often ran through her mind.

He should hate her.

Just like she hated him.

Six years ago, she was imprisoned by him during the summer vacation when she graduated from college. However, no one found that she was missing. When she thought about it now, she still felt upset.

No one was concerned about her. She was a joke.

Six years ago, when she fled that place and got home, she still remembered what her stepmother had said. Her stepmother asked her where she had fooled around in disdain.

Her stepmother was not nice to her, and she didn't take it hard. After all, she wasn't her daughter.

But when her father got home from work that night, he didn't inquire about her whereabouts worriedly. He slanted his eyes at her and rebuked, "You've graduated from college, and you haven't got a job. You've fooled around with those bad guys all day long. Your sister spent the whole vacation playing piano and dancing. You're such a disappointment."

At that moment, she fell apart.

Even when she lived with Louis against her will and had a tough time, she hadn't been that desperate.

Later, she resolutely left home and found her current job.

Her specialty was acting, but she ended up being a manager.

She didn't aspire to be a celebrity. Moreover, she didn't have whatever it took to be a celebrity.

In show business, if one didn't have resources, they couldn't even get a part. That was why she gave up being an actor.

In the past six years, she had worked with countless newcomers. Some were a bit famous, and some couldn't get famous. Most of them could get parts as the third female lead or the third male lead.

This time, she was tasked with Brandan Gibbson. He had participated in a talent show, which was the first time that he had made his appearance in public.

As a 20-year-old young man, he was good-looking and excelled in singing and dancing. He got a large number of female fans.

He could be considered a rising star in show business.

He had gotten an audition for a television drama. Before it was slated for release, the drama had gained popularity among the crowd. It was called First Kiss, adapted from a BL novel.

Brandan was doing his job well, but he was indiscreet about his private life. Not only was he a regular to pubs, an expert on women but also he had a myriad of ex-girlfriends. That gave Belle a headache.

Before she went to bed every day, she got accustomed to checking on her work. Selecting parts for First Kiss had begun. She had to maintain his image so that he would have more odds.

Brandan competed for the starring role. The role was delightful and the story was good. If he got this part, he would make it big.

At present, almost all the young male actors who were eager to get their big break were after this part.

Rumor had it that whoever got this part would become one of the most popular stars.

Belle had made great efforts to talk the drama's investors and directors into letting Brandan audit for that part.

At least, there was hope for Brandan to lead the drama.