Chapter 3 The Deadly Humiliation

When Flora woke up again, it was already the morning of the second day. It felt like she had just experienced a nightmare, but the cold air surrounding her made it all too real. Flora was awakened by the chill, slowly opened her eyes, and tried to move her body, only to find herself so sore that she couldn't move.

Her lips throbbed with pain, preventing her from even crying out for help. She lowered her head and discovered that she was completely naked, and her snow-white skin was covered in patches of dense purplish bruises in every corner of her body. On the floor beneath her, several blood stains blossomed like plum blossoms on the off-white carpet.

Her brain rang with a bang as she instantly realized that her virginity had been taken away. Tears instantly welled up in her eyes as her pure body had been inexplicably stolen by a man whose face she hadn't even seen!

Her hands clenched into fists, pressing against the woolen carpet. Through her teary vision, she saw her clothes scattered nearby, torn, and no longer wearable.

Bastard! She screamed in her heart, wishing she could immediately kill that man! But right now, she couldn’t even stand up!

Could someone please tell her where she was? How could she escape from here? The icy cold air ravaged her helpless body, and she couldn't tell if it was pain or cold, as she began to shudder.

Just as she was about to faint again from the unbearable suffering, the door suddenly swung open. An expressionless woman walked in and kicked her frozen body with her foot, loudly scolding, "Hey! Are you dead or what?"

Flora stared at her through tears and choked out, "Why are you doing this to me? Who are you people?" Each word she spoke was filled with pain, and her mouth had been torn apart by that maniac!

"You're asking me, but who am I supposed to ask? Get up!" the woman kicked her for a second time, but she didn't know why. The young master had just ordered her to torture this woman most cruelly, she didn't need to know anything else!

Flora couldn't get up at all, and she knew that this woman was just as evil as the man from yesterday. So she didn't even bother to plead, she despaired and collapsed on the ground, repeatedly chanting in her mind, "Henry! Please come save me!"

Seeing that she couldn't get up at all, the woman stormed into the bathroom and filled a basin with cold water. She splashed it onto Flora's body, and angrily said, "Let's see if you can get up now!"

Flora screamed and fought through the excruciating pain that felt like her body was being torn apart, struggling to crawl up from the ground. But soon, she curled back down, as the cold water dripped down her hair, making her shiver even more.

"The young master is returning from W City tomorrow. If you still look like this, half-dead and half-alive, I'll sell you to a brothel!" the woman said viciously before turning around and walking away.

After lying on the ground for twenty minutes, Flora couldn't bear the cold air anymore and struggled to get up. However, no matter how much she searched the entire bedroom, she couldn't find the switch to turn off the air conditioning.

Helplessly, she stumbled into the bathroom, fortunately, there was still hot water. She adjusted the water temperature, letting scalding hot water pour down from above her head. Every touch of the hot water felt like an agonizing pain in her heart!

After standing under the water for a while, her body finally felt slightly warm, and the soreness was not as intense. However, the pain from her wounds remained unchanged. She searched for a while, but apart from a snow-white towel, there was nothing left, and her clothes had already been torn to pieces!

With no other choice, she slowly made her way back to the large bed in the middle of the bedroom, crawling into the only refuge—the blanket. At least this way, she could feel some warmth!

She didn't understand why that man would treat her so cruelly, and torment her. Was this cold, dungeon-like bedroom another form of abuse? So, what she wanted to say was that the man was truly too ruthless. Because it was really cold here, even with the hot water she had just showered with, hiding in the blanket, she was still shivering.

She didn't know if she fell asleep or passed out. Flora fell into a drowsy sleep, waking up a few times in between, but not even having the strength to open her eyelids, and then falling asleep again.

In the quiet corridor, a steady sound of footsteps could be heard, occasionally accompanied by the respectful voice of a maid, "Greetings, Big Young Master."

Maxwell Smith did not respond to the maid's greeting, and went straight to the bedroom in the far corner, with a woman named Nancy closely following him, reporting on Flora's condition over the past two days.

Maxwell paused at the door of the bedroom, and said in a faint tone, "I know, you may leave!" His voice was so indifferent, just like his cold appearance.

"Yes, Big Young Master." Nancy respectfully lowered her head and didn't dare to stay for another second, quickly turning and leaving.

Maxwell's well-defined right hand touched the doorknob and gently turned it to the right, opening the door. A freezing breath hit him, and he lifted his long legs and stepped in.

The blood-stained floor had been cleaned up, no longer the way it was when he left. His gaze swept around and landed on the large bed in the middle of the bedroom. The corners of Maxwell's mouth slightly lifted, deepening his ghostly smirk.

Taking a few strides, he carefully observed the pale-faced woman on the bed. At this moment, Flora's face was not only pale, but her lips were also turning purple. The wounds on her lips were now infected, with a few strands of blood seeping from the wounds. Disheveled hair scattered around the snowy white pillow, making her look no better than a dead person. Though her eyes were tightly shut, it was evident that she was not sleeping peacefully.

Maxwell grabbed a corner of the blanket and forcefully lifted it, causing the entire blanket to fall to the ground. On the white bed, a milky-white and naked body appeared before his eyes, covered with marks he had left from the previous night.

Seeing his handiwork, Maxwell was quite satisfied, and a cruel smile spread across his lips.

Flora on the big bed was awakened by a sudden cold and fierce breath, and couldn't help but shiver. However, her eyelids seemed to be as heavy as a thousand pounds, and she couldn't open them, although she really wanted to.

"If you don't open your eyes, I will throw you into the sea to feed the sharks."

A ghostly voice echoed softly, making Flora's heart skip a beat. She didn't recognize this voice, but she clearly remembered hearing it the night before she was violated! It was him—?! That man is more terrifying than a demon!