CHAPTER 6: HELP, HELP... ME!

There was no response from the man, but my fingers were still clutching his expensive suit tightly. In the panic burning in my chest, I still hoped for a shred of mercy from him to help me.

“Help me, sir... please...” I whispered again, my voice trembling.

I turned my head when I heard the fat man’s shouts of curses growing closer in the hotel hallway.

The man in front of me remained motionless. I stared deeply into his eyes, searching for a glimmer of humanity there. Finally, without uttering a single word, he suddenly pulled me close to his side.

“Can’t you walk normally?” A deep, cold voice rumbled from his mouth, shattering the silence.

“I-I… can’t. My right leg is disabled, sir,” I replied softly, lowering my head.

Without another word, the man simply lifted me into his arms. I was startled and reflexively wrapped my arms around his neck. But I didn’t dare protest—my fear of being captured again by that evil man was far greater.

He carried me with long strides out of the hotel hallway until he finally set me down next to a luxury car. He opened the front passenger door, then motioned for me to get in.

“Where should I take you?” his voice sounded again after he sat behind the wheel.

I was speechless. My mind went blank; I didn’t know what to say. Back to Darion’s house? That would be the same as handing myself over to be sold again, and I would surely face far worse torture for what I had just done to that buyer.

But where was I supposed to go? I didn’t even have anything with me besides Ines’s revealing dress clinging to my body.

“Hurry up and tell me—I don’t have much time!” he insisted, his tone growing impatient.

“I… I don’t know. I don’t have a home. I was just sold by the person who took care of me,” I answered honestly, holding back the tears that were ready to burst forth.

The man, whose name I didn’t yet know, furrowed his thick eyebrows. He let out a heavy, strained sigh, then started the car’s engine and sped off into the darkness of the night.

I didn’t know where I was being taken. The most important thing was that, for now, I was safe from that scumbag at the hotel.

The atmosphere inside the car felt so quiet and tense. There was no conversation. I just gazed out the window, staring at the rows of tall trees and the twinkling stars that adorned the night sky, trying to calm my heart, which was still pounding wildly.

After some time had passed, the car stopped in the driveway of a house—or more accurately, a magnificent, multi-story mansion.

“W-whose… house is this?” I asked cautiously.

The man didn’t answer right away. He got out of the car without saying a word. I swallowed hard, then followed suit, opening the car door and dragging my feet as I trailed behind him.

I didn’t know whose house this was. One thing was clear: the fear of being alone in the car forced me to follow him. What if there were more bad people out there?

“This is my house. You’ll stay here for tonight,” he said calmly, his expression remaining cold and impassive as he turned around near the front door.

Hearing that, a wave of relief washed over me. I was so grateful that there were still kind people willing to help a poor girl like me.

“Sir, thank you so much...” I said sincerely.

He didn’t respond to my thanks. Instead, the man simply turned away and walked right inside, leaving me feeling confused.

He said I could stay the night, but why didn’t he show me which room I could use? What if I went into the wrong room?

With great effort, I dragged my feet, moving slowly yet steadily, following his long strides as he climbed the stairs to the upper floor. I intended to ask where my room was, and also to ask for a sip of water because my throat felt extremely dry.

However, I saw him walk into a large room and immediately shut the door tightly.

Carefully, I approached and knocked on the locked door.

“Sir… excuse me, may I ask where I’m supposed to sleep? And could I please have some water?” I said right in front of the door.

I waited quite a while, but there was still no answer from inside. I sighed in resignation. Oh well, I’ll just sleep on the living room sofa. At least he was kind enough to save me.

However, just as I was about to turn and leave, the bedroom door suddenly swung wide open.

I forced a relieved smile at the sight of the open door. But in the very next moment, my smile vanished instantly. My expression changed the instant I saw the man standing before me. His face was flushed crimson, the veins in his neck were taut, and his eyes darkened with a thick fog of intense passion. His breath was ragged and felt scorching hot as it brushed against my face.

“M-Sir… what’s wrong?” I asked in a panic, realizing something was seriously wrong with him.

The man didn’t answer. His hot, muscular fingers immediately reached out and roughly pulled my hand, gripped my hips, then flung my body so that I crashed into his broad, completely naked chest.

He didn’t answer; his breathing was heavy, and his eyes began to darken. His heavy, hoarse groans echoed in the hollow of my neck.

“Please… help me…!”