Beatrice trembled not because of the cold that greeted her skin, but because of the pain that afflicted her chest. The throbbing sensation made her whole body feel like it was burning. She didn't even dare to glance at the wound that felt sore and incredibly painful.
"Unbelievable!" she muttered in disbelief. Her hands clenched tightly, trying to dispel the rising disgust. All directed at the person who had left her alone in the stuffy room filled with cigarette smoke. The man she had sworn to hate for the rest of her life.
Once again, she winced in pain.
Not long after being abandoned, a cold and rigid-looking woman approached her. Instead of asking how Beatrice felt, she received a strong tug that made her feel strands of her hair coming loose.
Damn that woman!
She suppressed all the pain she was currently feeling. She couldn't let out a cry for mercy because Beatrice was sure that everyone in this place had no hearts.
"I can walk on my own!" Beatrice snapped in refusal. She tried to free herself, but the woman's strength was strong enough. Was she a woman disguised as a man? No, her face was heavily made up. The choice of red color on her lips emphasized that this woman didn't want to deal with Beatrice. Did Beatrice want to meet this woman?
No way!
"Don't talk too much! Just come along!"
"Let go!!!" Beatrice grabbed the hand that was still clutching her hair.
The woman glanced briefly and smirked. With a single pull, she made Beatrice stumble and fall, crashing into the wall on her right side.
“I let go already," she said with a sneer.
Beatrice stared at the woman with a sharp gaze, and she remembered the face that now walked arrogantly. Someday, she would repay this woman for her rough treatment. From the dismissive movement of her fingers, she wanted Beatrice to follow her. Beatrice immediately rose, grumbling in dislike, even though she trembled from the pain that afflicted her chest, which was becoming more pronounced.
Meanwhile, the woman, named Bella, walked with an annoyed huff. She never expected that there would be a new woman in the four-story house that served as the headquarters of the Twin Dragons.
The house belonged to the ruler of the Southern District, the owner of the Twin Dragons clan, Samuel Aaric Cyril, or better known as 'Sam.' The leader known for his cruelty, unaffected by any obstacles. Once he set a goal, victory had to be in his hands. The respected leader of the Southern District, both by allies and enemies. He ruled a considerable territory in this part of the South.
All illicit activities were under his dark influence: drugs, gambling, prostitution, nightclubs, corruption involving various parties to facilitate matters, hitmen, paid guards, and many more, all directly led by Sam. He didn't hesitate to get involved whenever there was a problem involving the Southern District.
Bella despised the girl walking behind, even though she didn't know her name. She refused to shake hands with this girl. Moreover, she would show who was in control of this grand house. Especially since Bella was the woman closest to Sam at the moment. This situation had been going on for nearly two years. Bella could feel many benefits from being close to Sam, especially in terms of power.
Who didn't know Bella? The respected woman by Sam? Sam never visited any other room except Bella's. There were several women in this house, but they all obeyed Bella's orders. However, she felt extremely disturbed by the arrival of the girl she had just met.
How could she not?
Two hours before Beatrice's arrival.
One by one, Bella stripped off her clothes. She moved as sensually as possible to capture Sam's attention, who sat at the edge of the bed. The ruler's gaze was fixed on her. That also fueled Bella's enthusiasm to continue teasing Sam. After all, Sam hadn't come home for almost a week. He said he had business in the Eastern District. And the first person Sam visited was Bella.
Who wouldn't feel ecstatic receiving this special treatment from the ruler whose name was known throughout the region?
The kimono she wore as the outer layer of her lingerie grazed the floor with such slow movements. Deliberately. Even though later Sam would play roughly, Bella seduced him with her softness.
Her chest, only partially covered by a thin red fabric, jutted out challengingly. Bella knew that Sam loved touching the exposed parts of her body. The thought of the caresses and gentle massages she would receive from Sam made her lose her senses. But Bella didn't want to throw herself immediately and go straight to the core of their game, filled with moans later.
Patience.
Bella still wanted to dance full of temptations right in front of Sam. Under the dimly lit room, it added an intimate value between the two of them. Bella deliberately caressed her arms as sensually as possible. She made her long legs move with dramatic gestures. Until finally, those steps came to a halt in front of Sam.
"I miss you," Bella said, bowing her head, whispering, and letting Sam's gaze fall on her cleavage. "Do you miss me, darling?"
The man's hand immediately held Bella's waist to prevent her from moving too much. He lifted her slightly to sit on Sam's lap. This made Bella smile wide.
"Can't wait, Honey?"
"What do you think?" Sam used his other hand to squeeze the breasts that had been tempting him to touch. "Move up and down here. Don't stay still," Sam commanded.
Bella immediately complied with his words. However, before her slender fingers attempted to reach for the belt buckle that held Sam's jeans in place, she whispered as softly as possible, "Unbutton first, Honey."
Sam allowed her fingers to undo his pants. His hand had found a new toy; aside from Bella's breasts, which he enjoyed playing with, let's not forget the firm buttocks that had been teasing him to be squeezed. So, that's what he did.
As his efforts yielded results, Bella grinned. "Looks like someone missed me a lot."
"Don't talk too much. Quickly!” Sam immediately grabbed Bella's lips with a passionate kiss. He didn't give the woman any break to catch her breath. He held the back of Bella's neck to deepen the kiss.
While sitting on Sam's lap, Bella began to writhe seductively. It made something that had already hardened become even more erect due to Bella's movements.
The kiss was abruptly released. It was a relief for Bella as she finally had a chance to catch her breath. But it seemed that Sam gave her very little opportunity to breathe freely. When the tip of Sam's tongue swept across Bella's chest, she felt the long-awaited sensation.
Sam's game had just begun.
Dan Bella knows when it will end. Until both of them are completely exhausted, then wake up the next day.
"Darling!" Bella gasped as one of her breasts filled the man's mouth. Her hands couldn't resist just touching Sam's thick curly hair. The masculine aroma of the man had been filling Bella's senses since earlier. Like an addictive drug that kept burning Bella to match Sam's movements, Bella became more enthusiastic about teasing him.
Even though they hadn't entered each other yet, truly, this was driving Bella half-crazy.
Bella stifled a groan. The nibbles she received turned into strong suction. It was like a hungry baby feeding on its mother's body, and that's what Sam was doing. Sucking with all his might. Although it was slightly painful, it still provided a sensation that made Bella dizzy.
She couldn't wait to be thrust down there soon. Bella was also sure that Sam was waiting for this. So once again, she directed her slender fingers to Sam's intimate part. Firm. Erect. Strong. And definitely making Bella moan loudly. Filling her room with Sam's name when they would unite later.
But...
"Boss!"
The door suddenly opened. Bella immediately hugged Sam and hid her face. Although it seemed unnecessary, considering that everyone also knew exactly what they were doing in this room, Bella still didn't want her face, burning with passion, to be seen.
"Since when do you enter this room without permission?" Sam said in an annoyed tone. "Just disturb someone else!"
"Sorry, Boss." Since witnessing what his boss was doing, the man earlier bowed his head. And he bowed even lower because his boss's angry voice was evident.
"What's wrong?" He didn't care about the disturbance happening. That's why Sam resumed his activities. "Don't stop moving, Bella. You know what you have to do."
Bella hesitated a bit but didn't want to argue with Sam's words. She started moving her hips again. Meanwhile, Sam continued to play with Bella's breasts and twist her erect nipples, which were already enticingly swollen.
"We have brought the girl that the Boss targeted," said Rudi, the bald-headed servant with an earring in his right ear.
Sam's movement abruptly stopped. Without saying a word, he pushed Bella away from his lap. Quickly, Sam buttoned up his pants again.
"Where is she?"
"In the office, Boss."
Without saying goodbye or uttering a word, Sam left, leaving Bella with a thousand questions.
Only then did Bella realize what kind of girl Sam's servants had brought here. Bella wouldn't let this girl become a threat in the future.
No, she wouldn't.
Damn it!
"Get in," Bella commanded harshly.
She pointed to a room on the second floor of this large house. Many stayed on the second floor, including the other mistresses that Sam rarely visited. That's where she placed the girl who disturbed her pleasure. Meanwhile, she stayed on the third floor in a fairly spacious and beautifully arranged room. It was clear that Sam's room was next to hers.
Beatrice stared at the woman with a piercing gaze. She remained silent behind the woman, stealing a glance at the room she would occupy, unsure how long. The air in the room was stuffy, and the lighting was minimal.
"I said get in!" Bella yanked Beatrice forcefully. "Don't cause any trouble, or you'll know the consequences!"
Beatrice didn't say a word. Only her eyes continued to stare sharply at Bella. This only fueled Bella's anger, causing her to slap Beatrice's face with considerable force. Bella hoped to see fear in Beatrice's eyes because of her actions. Unfortunately, it didn't happen.
Beatrice became even more defiant, though she held her face, which felt hot from Bella's slap.
"You!" Bella pointed at her angrily. "If you dare to misbehave here, I won't hesitate to make you suffer!"
Beatrice received a strong push and stumbled. The push hit her chest, causing a painful sensation. Then, the door slammed shut with a loud bang. To her, the door was like the path to her freedom, which now had no light.
Just like herself, now clinging to her knees, crying and contemplating the terrible fate that awaited her. She didn't know how long she would be here. Beatrice felt like choosing death instead.
"All of this because of Father!" she hissed through the tears that had taken over.
"Damn it!"
Although the room in Beatrice's house wasn't large, at least it wasn't as horrifying as this. The lighting wasn't worse than the first room Beatrice visited. She glanced several times towards the door that was left open. If possible, she would remember in her heart to make that room disappear from her life, no matter how.The room where she first experienced excessive fear and increasing pain that made her shiver. However, she didn't want to complain about the pain. If anyone heard her crying, she would lose. She wouldn't let that happen.Her memories were dragged back to a few hours before she was here. When she had just returned from activities on campus. Even though she was happily chatting with her two friends, it felt like she had no burdens. But Beatrice knew, despite the smile on her face, that the burden wasn't easily lifted.Especially the financial problem.She was only the only child of a middle-aged man who was rough; he had a gambling addiction, got drunk, and only came h
Beatrice stumbled due to the tug and pull of Sam, which was quite strong. No matter how many times she tripped, the man continued to drag her. The girl refused to even whimper in pain. She swallowed it all and tightly sealed her lips. She couldn't let the man know that he had won. Despite the increasing agony that made her body tremble.Her chest was injured, she knew. The spreading heat also refused to dissipate. The pain was unbearable. If left untreated, Beatrice could get an infection. Especially since she had no idea what kind of object that damn man had used.Meanwhile, Sam walked arrogantly, harboring his anger. His encounter with Flown Discotheque had worsened his mood. Especially seeing Beatrice challenging him earlier. He would give her a fitting punishment for this insolent and stubborn girl.In an instant, Beatrice was pushed into a forcibly opened room. The people guarding the door immediately closed it again and stood guard. Once Beatrice realized that this room was very
The girl gazed at the body clad only in thin sleepwear. Damn it, there was only this clothing on the bed. She tried to open the large wardrobe in the corner of the room, hoping to find something more decent to wear, but it was empty. Her efforts were in vain. The wardrobe was tightly locked.She growled in frustration and threw the body onto the sofa.Beatrice still had a wary feeling about the food being served, although she admitted honestly that she was hungry. Since one o'clock in the afternoon, she hadn't had a single grain of rice or even a sip of water to moisten her throat. Her stomach was rumbling. It seemed that the worms she kept inside couldn't hold their hunger any longer. But... Beatrice was afraid.What if this food was poisoned? What if it was laced with strange drugs?The girl was not ignorant about the drugs that could be mixed in and cause her trouble. Oh God! What should she do? She needed to eat, but her worries were overwhelming. If she held off her hunger until
Originally, Sam did intend to restrain himself from touching Beatrice. Since he got lost in the depths of her doll-like eyes, he swore to obtain that girl no matter what it took. Including using his slick tactics. He bombarded Wayne with numerous loans, which were accepted with a cheerful face. Who wouldn't like receiving a loan to fuel their gambling hobby? Moreover, Sam was the kind of man who always got what he wanted. Not just power, but women as well. He only had to point out the type of woman who would accompany him tonight. And most of the time, those women willingly and happily spread their legs for Sam to mount. But with Beatrice, for some reason, something was different. Something that couldn't be easily subdued. Something that made Sam half-crazy with curiosity. He could ignore the pain caused by his actions yesterday and satisfy his curiosity about Beatrice's body. Ah... Sam was thinking too much. Since when did his sentimental feelings surface like this? "What do you w
Beatrice's legs continued to struggle until she couldn't move anymore. Her legs were bound on both sides of the bed, forcibly exposing her thighs. The upper half of her body was partially visible and eagerly enjoyed by Sam.Beatrice felt utterly debased. Moreover, now Sam was right between her thighs, half-kneeling as he watched her with a satisfied gaze."Let me go!""I haven't finished punishing you yet," Sam said softly. Slowly, he leaned down, exposing Beatrice's completely exposed upper body. Sam acknowledged that Beatrice's body was truly beautiful. Flawless. As smooth and pristine as marble crafted by professional hands."Release me, Sam." For the first time, Beatrice called Sam by his name. Despite the tears streaming down her face, she truly couldn't fathom what Sam would do next. Everything she had was gone. She only had her dignity, which she had managed to preserve until now.If Sam were to take that away from her as well?Is there anything she would hate for the rest of h
Her stomach rumbled loudly even though he was fully dressed now. Beatrice was extremely embarrassed when someone found her tied up and naked. Beatrice can’t stop thinking about what’s going on in the mind of this woman who seems a few years older than Beatrice. She felt really uncomfortable."Thank you," Beatrice said after managing to regain control of herself. Her eyes remained downcast and slightly lost. If it weren't for the shocking news, maybe tonight would have been a night she would spend with deep trauma.Especially her growing hatred for Sam."It's okay," the figure said softly. She also gave a reassuring pat on Beatrice's shoulder. That made Beatrice look up, and their eyes met in the air. The woman's thin smile looked genuinely sincere, which eventually infected Beatrice, making her smile briefly too."Oh, by the way, we haven't introduced ourselves," the woman extended her hand. "I'm Anne.""Beatrice," Beatrice replied shortly, shaking her hand."You have a nice name," An
Beatrice didn't immediately close her eyes even though night had fallen. From behind the balcony of the room she now occupied, she could see the faint orange glow fading into darkness. Despite its beauty, Beatrice couldn't stay here for long."I have to get out of here," she said determinedly.She counted several times the possibilities of jumping from the balcony and landing in a part of Sam's house. Even if she managed to do it without getting injured, Beatrice also needed to know the direction she would take to escape. She couldn't end up surrendering herself to the ever-watchful guards."Damn it!" Beatrice grumbled. "What am I doing here? I don't have my bag. I don't even know where my phone is. I'm truly kidnapped!" Beatrice pulled her hair gently.She had lost count of how many times her feet had wandered around this spacious room. Although it looked comfortable and beautiful, Beatrice wasn't drawn to spend her time here.She wanted to be free.The sound of a knock on the door i
The room was stuffy, with minimal lighting, filled with choking smoke and the lingering smell of alcohol permeating the air. In some corners of the room, there were bottles of leftover drinks scattered somewhat messily. Cigarette butts were also scattered around, along with empty glasses from consuming the beverages."Did you, do it?" someone behind the large table in the corner asked. The lighting there was adequate, coming from the intentionally lit reading lamp."Yes, Boss," one of the several people in the room spoke up.None of them dared to look directly at the questioner. The oppressive atmosphere in the room intensified as the questioner rose from his seat and walked slowly toward the man who answered the question."Did you check the place?" he asked."Y-yes, Boss."The questioner grinned slightly. "Did you make sure it's clean?"Once again, the respondent spoke with nervousness because being near the questioner was incredibly intimidating. "Y-yes, Boss."Although the answer s