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 want?" Beatrice asked with glaring eyes. Her back was pressed against the wall in the corner of the room. Sam released a demanding kiss earlier, which Beatrice took as an opportunity to evade.
The only goal her legs moved for was the door. However, unfortunately, it was futile because the door was securely locked. Despite Beatrice repeatedly screaming, she didn't hear the approaching footsteps.
Sam himself had been observing Beatrice all along and chuckled. He sat in a more relaxed position on the sofa. "What a waste of energy, huh? You'd be better off sitting next to me," he said, patting the spot beside him gently.
"I refuse!"
Sam laughed, but shortly after, he rose and took wide steps toward Beatrice, causing her to step back as he approached.
"Stay away from me!"
Sam's laughter grew louder.
"Go away!" Beatrice shouted loudly. Until finally, she could no longer avoid Sam's grasp.
"I've told you, haven't I, that you need to be punished?" Sam said with a thin smirk on his lips. "So enjoy your punishment now."
Beatrice froze. Her body started to tremble. In front of her, the man no longer hesitated to cross the boundaries of his shadows. Beatrice suddenly felt her life becoming darker. Should she plead? Would she be forgiven this time?
"N-no," Beatrice stammered. Her reflexive hands also clutched the edge of her pajamas. But Sam could no longer restrain himself.
"Open the door," Sam said loudly as he dragged Beatrice back. The tightly closed door was opened wide by two people who had been standing guard there. Beatrice looked in disbelief. Were her cries for help ignored? God! She forgot that she was living in the den of heartless thugs.
"Let go!" Beatrice shouted after realizing that she was being dragged by Sam again. This time, the way Sam dragged her was much more painful than before. Sam's grip on her wrist caused her immense pain, but he ignored it.
Beatrice screamed for help repeatedly, but everyone who crossed her path turned their faces away or looked at her blankly. Some even grinned as if Beatrice deserved to be treated that way. Beatrice truly couldn't understand the residents of this hideout.
Were they all numb to human suffering?
Upon reaching the familiar room, the door swung open wide. Sam effortlessly entered, with Beatrice still trying to free herself from his grip.
Then... blam!
The door closed again. Beatrice sobbed even harder, knowing what awaited her this time. Surely Sam would do as he pleased with her. Despite trying not to be scared, not wanting to plead or suppress her feelings, Beatrice was still a girl under immense pressure.
She was truly terrified.
Her body was roughly thrown onto the bed she had slept on the previous night. Tears had already soaked the corners of her eyes. Her resistance remained unwavering. Regardless of whether it was kicks or punches she could land on Sam's body, she tried to defend herself, especially her dignity.
However, Sam was Sam. Relentless in pursuing his prey. Moreover, in Sam's mind, eventually, Beatrice would submit under his control. He just needed to teach her a lesson, so she wouldn't act out or behave recklessly while being here.
"Let me go," Beatrice pleaded. She disregarded the remaining trace of bravery in her heart. Their eyes locked as Sam positioned himself directly above Beatrice.
"Why should I let you go?" Sam smiled cunningly.
With force, he seized the hand that had been hitting him and pressed it firmly above Beatrice's head, using only one hand. For him, it was an easy task. What Beatrice had been doing to his body all this time didn't cause him pain but instead fueled his determination to subdue her.
"N-no," Beatrice whispered, shaking her head. "Don't do this to me." She begged Sam, although it felt impossible for him to grant her request.
Since being back on this bed, Beatrice could see the change in Sam's eyes. They had transitioned from cold and fierce to burning with desire, ready to be unleashed.
"I won't be rough," Sam said, still with his smirk. He deliberately used his free hand to gently wipe the tear-stained cheek with the most seductive motion possible. "As long as you follow the rhythm I set, I guarantee you won't feel any pain."
Beatrice's crying only intensified. Her heart prayed to God, hoping for some form of protection, however it may come. "Don't," she pleaded once again.
The fingers that had wiped her cheek were now used by Sam to tear apart Beatrice's pajamas. Beatrice's screams immediately filled the not-so-spacious room. She kicked in all directions, managing to strike Sam's thigh a few times. The grip on Sam's hand loosened. Beatrice tried to rise from the bed. Perhaps jumping off the balcony would be a better choice than being on Sam's bed.
But swiftly, Sam restrained her.
Once again, Beatrice was thrown onto the soft bed. Skillfully, Sam tied Beatrice's hands with a tie and secured them to the bedpost.
"Let go, Bastard!"
Sam laughed. "Curse me as much as you want. I guarantee those curses will turn into moans."
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
On the nights when Beatrice slept in Sam's room, an overwhelming fear enveloped her. She woke up several times, worried that the room's owner would enter and ambush her. Considering Sam's previous actions, it wasn't impossible for it to happen again, right?However, it seemed that God was very kind by allowing Beatrice to sleep soundly for the past three days.Her only companions were Anne and Ute, who occasionally visited her. Even then, their conversations were limited because they had other tasks to attend to. Meanwhile, Beatrice could only pace around the room, grumbling with frustration. The walls of Sam's room served as witnesses to her angry muttering."Hey, Beatrice," Anne greeted cheerfully. She held a bag with the logo of a well-known mall in the Southern District."Thank goodness you're here, Anne." Beatrice immediately welcomed the girl whom she considered a friend here. Who else did she know in this house and was familiar enough with? "What did you bring?"Anne simply sho
Ute looked startled. "Oh... no, no. I'm afraid. You were asked to stay in this room only."Beatrice's shoulders slumped weakly. "I feel really uncomfortable, Ute. I haven't moved at all."Ute became conflicted."Come on, Ute. Besides, it's just the kitchen. I won't go anywhere."Beatrice's eyes hoped that Ute would grant her request. No, Beatrice had no plans to escape because from the balcony of her room, she observed that the security in this house was tight. She still valued her life. She didn't want what Sam said earlier to come true.She was treated like a dog's food in this house."Next time, please tell me, Ute."Ute’s words made Beatrice smile widely. Well... at least she wouldn't be stuck in this room anymore. Whatever Ute was talking about, it seemed to have succeeded in getting Beatrice to move out of Sam's room. Beatrice even screamed with joy."Thank you," she said, half hugging Ute.Beatrice's action made Ute laugh cheerfully. Even though there were two people following
Gerald puffed on the cigar in his hand. His eyes occasionally gazed straight at the vast green field. The surrounding trees provided a soothing view, with their branches and leaves swaying gently. The gentle breeze added to the serene atmosphere, creating a sense of peace within.Unfortunately, Gerald wasn't the type of person who enjoyed being surrounded by such tranquility. If it weren't for his interest in meeting the old man who was engrossed in playing golf, Gerald wouldn't want to be here."Alfred will finish his session in five minutes," whispered Paul to Gerald. Gerald slowly stopped playing with the cigar, the leader of the Eagle Wing, in response to Paul's information. Gerald nodded."But, Boss, there's something you should know," Paul continued. Gerald furrowed his brow, creating visible creases on his forehead."Sam is also here."Just as Paul spoke, the person he mentioned arrived. Sam walked confidently with firm steps. There were two people accompanying him, as usual. I
Beatrice's legs trembled violently. She could no longer sit still. The two people who constantly watched her were standing not far from her. Beatrice's eyes often wandered towards the wide-open door, as if waiting for its owner to enter this room.Yet, besides planning to make cupcakes, today she also wanted to learn how to cook grilled fish with garlic seasoning. A few days ago, Ute had served her that dish. But unfortunately, her aspirations had to be put on hold due to the news of Sam's return. What prayers could she offer to be free from this tense situation?She couldn't hope for bad news to come. As long as she was allowed out of that room, whispers about a person who was shot and killed reached Beatrice's ears. Although she wasn't sure what kind of person Tony was, it seemed like he was decent and well-known in this household. But when she thought about it, shouldn't they all know each other? They were... a group, right? A mischievous gang. They should stick together and be ins