Sam grinned. He took another drag of his cigarette, smoke billowing high. He moistened his blackened lips with the thick liquid available next to him, skipping the glass and going straight from the dark bottle that contained several types.
"Giving up, huh, sweetheart?"
"You bastard!"
The man laughed loudly. "Your sweet foul mouth is so clever." He stood up. He casually tossed away the remaining cigarette. The room was stuffy, and the lighting was dim, but he could clearly see how beautiful the girl in front of him was.
His hidden desires ignited and rose uncontrollably.
Since the first time Sam saw her, he knew that sooner or later, this girl, bound and kneeling, would be his.
Only his.
He knelt to bring himself to the same level as the girl. He forced her to look at him. He firmly grasped her face, which turned out to be incredibly smooth against the surface of his hands. It was her eyes that were dangerous. Black, intense, shining brightly with passion, yet doll-like.
So beautiful.
Just a fleeting glance from her drove Sam crazy. Before, two years ago, it was filled with anger and hatred. Just like now. But this time, the anger burned much stronger within him. The directed hatred towards him was immense, but Sam didn't care.
As long as he had her, he didn't care what this girl felt.
"Brother wants to hear your curses again," Sam said with a thin grin. His eyes didn't stray anywhere except to the eyes as lovely as a doll's.
"Asshole!" the girl hissed sarcastically. Although she struggled a bit, she managed to utter those words.
By any means, she swore she would curse the man in front of her until death. Every offensive remark that she had never imagined would slip from her lips, she now spoke with full confidence. She didn't care if her safety was at risk. And everything she owned could be cruelly snatched away from her.
She didn't care.
Ever since she was dragged into this mess to free her father from these loan shark thugs, her hope had died. She was merely a piece of flesh valued at a hundred million dollars. A piece that would be squeezed until every drop of her essence was gone.
She was certain of that.
When they met again in this stuffy room reeking of alcohol, a scent she disliked, she vowed not to forgive anyone who had made her like this. She would demand retribution for all the pain she endured in the court of God someday. It didn't matter if she became trash in this world. It didn't matter.
As long as everything received just punishment. That was her vow.
"Have you ever worn lipstick?" Sam asked, leaning closer. He spoke right above the girl's lips that he still held onto her face. "Seems like you have. I can smell the sweet aroma of strawberry." Sam grinned again.
"Let go!" Beatrice whispered. Beatrice Catalina, to be precise.
"Fine." Sam simply released his grip. A soft moan escaped from the girl's mouth, the scent of which he had caught a whiff of earlier. It was an intoxicating aroma. "You know what you have to do here, right?"
Beatrice chose not to answer. She turned her face away from the man who was still staring at her intensely, full of intimidation.
"First rule," Sam no longer grasped Beatrice's face but pressed on the lower part of her neck quite firmly, making her eyes widen in surprise. Once again, she had to face Sam's fierce gaze. "Never disrespect me when I'm speaking."
Sam pressed harder as Beatrice remained unresponsive. "Do you understand what I mean?"
He received a small nod as a response, satisfying Sam, albeit slightly. He loosened the pressure on Beatrice's slender and smooth neck just a bit. He had the urge to crush and suck on it forcefully. But it wasn't the right time yet.
"Second rule," Sam spoke again. "Every time I enter the room later, you must wear the clothes provided there. Serve me with your best smile." Then, Sam moved closer and whispered with emphasis. But before that, he deliberately blew his desire onto Beatrice's earlobe. It made her tightly shut her eyes, and her body began to tremble. "Fill the room with moans and my name."
Beatrice desperately wanted to cry out loud, run as far as possible, and escape from this place she despised. In her closed eyes, the vision of her future had already ended. No more attending classes with her favorite professors. No more cozy conversations with friends in the library, accompanied by numerous assignments. No more working hard to earn extra money for her tuition fees.
Everything had vanished.
There was no response from Beatrice, which made Sam click his tongue. Once again, he pressed on the girl's throat, this time even more painfully than before. "Don't make me angry, okay?"
Still, there was no response, which only fueled Sam's passion and anger even more.
"Answer!" Sam demanded, his voice thundering. It was terrifying and caused Beatrice to quickly nod.
That made Sam smile with satisfaction, but he still didn't release his grip. There was one more thing he needed to emphasize to Beatrice.
"Third rule," Sam said. This time he spoke with commanding eyes. It was not to be questioned, and Beatrice knew that if she violated it, severe punishment would follow. What exactly it was, Beatrice didn't know.
"Once you become mine, you'll always be mine. You won't be able to escape because..." Sam released his grip. Beatrice took the opportunity to inhale the air as freely as possible. Although the oxygen supply in the room was mixed with smoke from the cigarettes, it was still better than when his strong hand was pressing on her throat.
Beatrice also coughed because her breathing was too rushed. It was met with a foolish grin from Sam, as if it were a common occurrence. He walked towards his desk, opened a tightly closed drawer, rummaged through it for a moment, and found something important to him.
The stamp of the twin dragons.
A symbol that showed his authority in the Southern Division. There were two stamps there. One of them he used to mark special individuals by his side. The other one was for those who submitted to his power, often becoming members of the Twin Dragons.
He pondered for a moment. Which stamp would be suitable for this girl? The cunning grin returned. In his hand, he had already chosen what he deemed appropriate.
He prepared the stamp by activating the automatic button. The part of the stamp that had felt cold on his back began to warm up, indicating that the tool was working properly. While waiting for it to reach the right temperature, he approached Beatrice once again.
"Undo your clothes."
Beatrice's eyes widened.
"Oh, I forgot. You're tied up," Sam chuckled, as if mocking his own forgetfulness. "Let me help you then."
"No!" Beatrice shouted in protest. She tried to retreat and remove Sam's hand that was starting to unbutton her shirt. But her efforts were in vain.
Sam could have reminded her of the two previous rules, but he didn't. He wanted to play with his prey for a while. It was enjoyable to have a new toy in his life.
Until finally, Beatrice's shirt was completely open. The buttons were forcefully pulled by Sam with satisfied laughter in each pull. Beatrice's face pleaded for mercy, screaming for forgiveness, but Sam didn't care. In front of him now, there were two beautifully shaped mounds of breasts. They rose and fell with Beatrice's irregular breaths.
The girl's pleading eyes fixed on Sam. "Forgive me, please," she pleaded.
"I'm not God, just so you know," Sam smirked. His opponent couldn't do anything. The proof was that she couldn't even push away the hand that was now starting to explore her breasts. The skin was as soft as silk, so tempting. The perfume scent Beatrice wore intoxicated Sam completely. Although her breasts were still confined by the bra she wore, their beauty tempted Sam to squeeze them.
But not yet.
He could restrain himself for now. What he did instead was lick them. Very gently, full of emotions, full of temptation, and... he gave a strong suck on the right side. At first, Beatrice didn't respond until a stifled moan reached Sam's ears.
After satisfyingly leaving many red marks there, Sam wiped his wet lips. He couldn't hold back any longer, but... ah! The stamp!
Immediately, the prepared stamp met the surface of her chest. Making Beatrice scream in pain.
Pain.
While Sam grinned with satisfaction. The mark would leave a red trace that could never be erased.
"Welcome, my woman."
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 t
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