Chapter 5

She could still hear his burning breath and his low, powerful voice all around her, devouring her like a beast seeing its prey, stealing her innocence.

His warm palms violently kneaded her.

She could remember his kisses hitting every inch of her delicate skin.

This man must go to hell when he dies!

Rosalie felt like she was going to collapse if she thought about it any longer, and turned on the shower and let the cold water beat down on her body.

She was shivering with cold but rubbed every inch of her skin.

She took a newly washed nightgown and threw all the clothes she had on in the trash.

They were so disgusting, it made her gag!

Back in her room, a vintage desk looked out of place in the modern world. and the only photo she had with her mom and dad was placed on it, this was her most precious possession.

In the photo, Rosalie was only five years old and was smiling while sporting a floral outfit, a high ponytail, and a pair of special edition red leather shoes that her father had purchased for her overseas.

Her mother and father held little Rosalie in the middle.

At that time, she was a little princess living in a castle, not knowing the difficulties of the life.

Maybe God decided to let her suffer a little because, after the age of five, her life turned upside down and was filled with thorns, so bitter that eating all the candy in the world would not sweeten it.

Staring at the photo of her parents, her eyes slowly reddened.

After some time, she finally put the photo aside, takes out the emergency contraceptives she had just purchased and swallowed them.

That devilish man's face appeared in her mind again.

The video was still in the hands of the man, and the matter was not over yet.

She had a feeling that the nightmare had just begun.

The man must have known her because he knew her name, and anyone who knew her could be sent a copy of the degrading video he made of her.

How could Rosalie still have the will to live, and how would she face her father when he was released from prison?

She had already lost her virginity, she could not allow things to go any worse. No.

The second day, Rosalie decided to go to the place Victor had mentioned. It's a private villa.

When she arrived, the security guard at the gate stopped her.

"What are you doing here? Get out!"

"I'm looking for someone." Rosalie responded indifferently.

"Is this place a location that someone like you can just enter?"

The security guard looked Rosalie up and down, and even turned his back to her, "Huh!" A sound of despair rang out.

"Why can't I enter?  Victor told me to come here to him!"

"Victor? The master? What a joke! The women who Victor would call here are a hundred times better than you!" The security guard looked like he had heard the biggest joke, "Get lost, if you keep haunting and talking nonsense, I have to drag you out there!"

"You!" Rosalie was furious, but she didn't come here to argue, all she wanted was to get the video records back, she didn't bother to pester, and just hoped to wait for Victor at the door.

Half an hour later, a black Bentley slowly drove into the entrance, and the security guard opened the gate and gave a salute.

But the car did not drive in but stopped in front of Rosalie.

Lowing down the window, a man's handsome and evil face was revealed in front of Rosalie.

"I know you will come, little woman." His voice was low, like a midnight ghost.

She gave a cold shiver and said, "Give me the video!"

Rosalie gritted her teeth and looked at the man’s extremely awful face, her fists hanging at her side, her bones clenching.

Victor looked at Rosalie with interest, and his smile revealed a sign of demon.

"You know, I get the video with a looot of my efforts, why should I give it to you?"

He asked with a smirk.

Ah!

She’s in his hand now. His prey could never escape his grasp.

This little woman who said she will put him in jail, now what?

Still obediently came to the door.

He didn't speak for a long time, his eyes kept looking at Rosalie.

Her long, straight, black hair was pulled back into a ponytail. Her blue-striped shirt, and black tight pants outline her beautiful ass, and she completed the look with a pair of white shoes on the feet, looking still very innocent.

Victor stepped out of the car and moved closer to her while maintaining a searing glare on her.

Like that day in the woods...

"No, don't come near me!" Rosalie subconsciously took a step backward.

Unknown to her, there were steps behind her, she tripped directly, and her tender hands were bleeding immediately.

"If I could not be near to you, wouldn't your refusal make the reason you came to see me fruitless?" Victor chuckled as he directly carried Rosalie in his breast with his muscled arms and stuffed her into the car.

The bold and unrestrained action was crisp and clear.

In the car, Victor pressed Rosalie's hands with both hands so that she could not move, and his strong body slightly restricted her, his voice was characterized and merciless, "What's the style of  the underwear you have on today?"

He then nosed on and used his teeth to unlock her clasp, extending his chin in the direction of the two soft masses until he could make her black lace bra and her milky white boobs revealed.

He smiled, satisfied.

"Son of a bitch, let go of me." Rosalie struggled.

"You better behave or else I won’t give you the video..."

The threat was obvious and Rosalie understood in her heart.

But she must take the recording back today!

Rosalie was miserably pale and quiet for a few moments, and Victor finally let go of her to sit down quietly in the car.

He glanced at her and thought it was funny.

She was doing very well, like a schoolgirl, sitting with her legs tightly together.

But, Victor was infatuated with her.

She was attractive, had delicate features, was clean, and exuded a sense of unadulterated beauty.

No like Vanessa, who had worked in the entertainment sector for a very long time, beautiful but with disgusting scents of different men.

He remembered that Rosalie's family was privileged, perhaps it was the rich environment that she once lived that made her this pure, with an uncommon temperament.

He came close again and sniffed her fragrance, he felt intoxicated.

Rosalie's back flushed with coldness.

A few seconds apart, Victor teasingly said, "In fact, whatever you wear or behave, it won't change what I'll do."