Chapter 42
It was Zoey, the branch office’s vice general manager! I’d considered the possibility of an inside man, but I never suspected him.
“So uncouth. How could you tie up our delicate Ms. Frost?” Zoey strolled in, closing the door, flipping a switch to illuminate the room–a dim lamp, covered in cobwebs.
In the weak light, I finally saw the room: a dining table, sofa, TV stand–an old–fashioned living room, covered in thick dust and cobwebs, clearly abandoned for years.
I looked away, fixing a cold stare on Zoey.
“Ooh, that’s a feisty look,” he chuckled, reaching for my face. I recoiled in disgust, goosebumps rising on my skin. He rubbed his fingers together, bringing them to his nose. “Mmm, so fragrant. Throwing a beauty like you into the ocean would be such a waste.”
The fear I’d felt earlier returned, but this time I was clear–headed. I struggled violently. One leg of the rotting wooden chair snapped; I fell to the ground, inhaling dust, struggling to cough, my face turning red, tears streaming down my face.
Zoey excitedly crouched down. “Quite the dramatic flair. Already lying down?” His hand moved down my leg, inching higher, enjoying my helplessness, terror, and despair…
“I’ve changed my mind. I won’t throw you in the sea. I’ll keep you here. Whenever I’m in the mood, I’ll come and… play. I’ll get a taste of the President’s fun.”
Shameless creep! Trying to brainwash me!
But the next moment, I went still, lowering my eyelids, feigning consideration of his proposal. After a few seconds, I looked up, meeting his gaze with misty eyes, and nodded.
His hand paused at my waist.“You agree?” I nodded again, acting desperate to survive, tilting my head toward the stairs behind me, then looking at the floor, shaking my head sadly–meaning: I want to go upstairs, not stay on the ground.
“Understood. I don’t want to do it on this dirty, hard floor either.” His lust had completely overridden his brain.
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