Chapter 2

I was in a room with luxurious decorations. I could read the writing on the door, a VVIP sign indicating the importance of the room's occupant. I was also confident that the owner of this room was the man who gave fifty million to buy me.

I saw a sofa that was so comfortable without anyone on it. Meanwhile, besides it was a small table with a cigar-puffing out smoke, like someone had just used it. However, as my eyes wandered around, there wasn't a single person there.

Yes, after the stressful auction activities. Now, I was in an unfamiliar room belonging to that man. Earlier, Mr. Brams pulled me down from the stage and led me away. Where was he taking me this time? No one knew.

After a large number was decided as the final price, Mr. Brams looked like he had won a lottery ticket. He kept pushing me from behind to walk faster somewhere.

We walked down a long hallway, each side of which had a door that read VVIP. Was this place a hotel or perhaps a hidden inn? Mr. Brams didn't say anything after we left my auction house.

During my footsteps, Mr. Brams spoke behind me as if to tell me who gave his money to pay for my body.

"You should be proud, Elinor. The man who bought you is Mr. T. He's a rich man who is a VVIP guest today. As far as I know, Mr. T always treats women well," Mr. Brams told me.

I never thought I'd be proud of all this. Especially since the man who bought me is not the man I love. I promised myself to give this body to the man of my choice. What Mr. Brams said would not make me change my principles.

"Master, didn't he pay more? Didn't I get a penny?" I asked to ascertain Mr. Brams' answer about the fifty million.

"Don't even ask about my money! Your father's debt plus interest is a lot. Not to mention that while you're at my place, I need to provide you with food and these clothes don't come cheap. Luckily Mr. T gave more, so I got paid for all of it."

Mr. Brams' explanation was upsetting, but it was true. Loan sharks are unforgiving and indiscriminate about the amount. They won't give you the extra you get but will keep asking for less.

At first glance, my body felt weak when I heard it. But what can I do at the moment? Nothing.

As soon as my steps reached the door with the VVIP sign, Mr. Brams immediately pushed me inside. For a few seconds, my eyes were mesmerized by the ornaments and all the luxuries in the room.

"Sit down quickly!" said Mr. Brams, making me startle and immediately sit on the sofa.

I noticed Mr. Brams' eyes darting around as if searching for someone. As he smiled, a man walked up to us from inside.

Is that Mr. T? I thought, looking at him from head to toe.

I could see clearly that his face was indeed handsome. It's a pity there's a mask that covers half of the face, from the eye area to the nose. Even so, it does not protect the aura that is so firm and authoritative. His body is so tall you can be sure he has strong muscles under his suit.

I heard Mr. Brams' words praising him as if he was looking for a face in front of the rich man.

"Mr. T, I am very grateful to you. I assure you that you will not regret buying this girl. I guarantee the purity of her body, down to the area-" Mr. Brams stopped talking as Mr. T placed his finger in front of his lips.

Mr. T then shooed Mr. Brams away with just a flick of his hand. Just like that, Mr. Brams immediately bowed and left. This was the first time I saw Mr. Brams not have the strength to argue.

Before completely disappearing from behind the door, Mr. Brams still took the time to look at me. Giving me his mocking gaze. He was so happy to get his money and let me go for the strange man in this room.

After Mr. Brams left. Only two of us were left in the room, yes, me and Mr. T. Right now, the man was looking at me sharply. For some reason, my body froze under that gaze. My legs relaxed as if I didn't have the strength to move.

Suddenly, the man moved to reach for his cigar and sucked on it. I realized that the man's body looked big, stout, and well-built. I wouldn't be able to fight back if I wanted to escape at this time. That's why my fear was growing. My heart, which was beating regularly just moments ago, was racing again.

After puffing out smoke, I heard Mr. T speak in a baritone that sent chills down my spine.

"You look like a kitten," he said as he gesticulated, "Come here," he then called.

He wanted me to come closer, but my fear was more significant for the distance he wanted. I tried to move the way he wanted me to. However, my body fell, and I prostrated myself at his feet. My legs felt so helpless, let alone getting up. I moved like I had no bones. This situation was very gripping for me. I don't know how he did it.

"Mr. T, please. I will do anything. Everything you want, I'll do it. I just want to be free, Mr. T." I finally expressed my wish.

Without looking at him, I continued to kowtow. Hoping he would grant my wish.

It was not as I had imagined. The man touched me, helping me up from that position. Our eyes met, and I couldn't help but notice the faint smile on his face.

"Interesting." I don't know what he meant, but the word confused me.

Mr. T pulled me closer to his body. I can now smell his intoxicating scent. Yes, he has a distinctive aroma, so sharp and seductive. Unfortunately, I will not be one of those women easily swayed by body scent.

I saw him come closer and then whisper right in my ear. "You are already mine, of course, you will do whatever I say."

His words pressured me as if something terrible was about to happen. Sure enough, I could feel a peck right on my slender neck from his current position. My eyes opened wide. No one had ever done that before. It feels so ridiculous. I look dirty now. What he did, made me look like a typical slut.

I was unable to speak or resist him. I was sure one rebellious move and something terrible would happen to me. Scared, of course.

My feelings were so mixed up that the thought of ending my life crossed my mind. I was sure he wouldn't stop there. This time, it was the neck. A few more seconds or minutes, I didn't know what he could do to me.

After kissing my neck, he rubbed my lips and smiled faintly. A smile that suggests many meanings. Making me even more shackled in fear of something.

He rubbed my lips as he said, "I've been looking for you for a long time."

I don't know what that means. Why had he been looking for me for so long?