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 her life besides Wayne? Yes. The presence of Sam, who now shook his head slowly. He leaned down again and planted a brief kiss on Beatrice's lips.
Above Beatrice's lips, Sam whispered, "I'm not satisfied yet."
Once again, Sam descended with demanding kisses, disregarding Beatrice's increasing tears. Countless tears of the girls he had deflowered for the first time had been shed. For Sam, those tears were just a momentary release. The rest of the time, they served as an invitation to indulge in the long night with Sam. He was also confident that the same would apply to Beatrice.
Sam's free hand began to play with Beatrice's breasts. Occasionally, he could hear her whimper when his hand accidentally touched the wounds she had received. Ah, Sam shouldn't be rough in that area. There were still many things he could play with, right?
So, that's what Sam did. Satisfied with depriving Beatrice of an ample supply of oxygen, he then focused on the unstamped parts of her breasts. There were still traces of redness left by his previous actions.
Sam intended to mark as much of Beatrice's body as possible, to let her know that her body belonged only to him. Impatiently, he gently sucked on the peaks of Beatrice's breasts. This time, he made his movements as slow as possible. Sam knew he needed to prepare Beatrice for penetration. He didn't want all these touches to go to waste.
Although Sam could force himself, he still considered the girl he was about to touch. Occasionally, he glanced at Beatrice's tightly closed eyes. Her lips seemed to be bitten forcefully, maybe to hold back moans or suppress the sensations that Beatrice was starting to accept? Sam grinned. He had memorized all the erogenous zones of a woman by heart. He just needed to ignite those touches even more, so they would burn in the ocean of passion.
Be patient, soon you'll become addicted, Sam thought to himself.
He released the suckling. Beatrice immediately opened her eyes, trying to regain control. She couldn't let herself be defeated by what Sam was doing to her. If she allowed even the slightest bit of this strange and tingling sensation to take control, Sam would win. Beatrice would lose completely.
Beatrice's breath became ragged because of it, but Sam didn't care. In fact, he launched his second attack. Starting from the swollen tips of her breasts, he kissed his way down to Beatrice's flat stomach. Beatrice's smooth skin excited Sam even more. By the end of those kisses, Beatrice's body started to squirm vigorously.
"Don't! No, Sam!" she pleaded.
"You'll enjoy it," Sam said casually. His hand immediately tore off the pants that still covered her legs. Now, Beatrice was completely naked, in a position that made Sam even more impatient. Meanwhile, Beatrice's cries continued to escalate.
Did Sam pay attention to it? Not at all.
This was what Sam had been waiting for.
He moistened his fingers with his mouth and intentionally locked eyes with Beatrice. He didn't care about the girl's tears on his bed. Slowly, he trailed his fingers along the inside of Beatrice's thighs.
Beatrice screamed in response to Sam's actions.
"I'll make sure your lips only call my name, Beatrice," Sam declared.
Beatrice vehemently shook her head. "I refuse!" she said with determination.
But... when Sam's head reached between Beatrice's thighs, the girl could only tightly shut her eyes. Her inner conflict raged on. Everything started to blur, and she couldn't maintain control for too long. She tried to resist the stimulation Sam was giving her, but there was nothing she could do. Her hands and feet were bound. Only her head continued to express refusal.
"Ah!"
Sam grinned triumphantly. From the corner of his eye, he could see that Beatrice was beginning to accept him. The girl's resistance meant nothing compared to what he was doing to her body. Especially when the tip of his tongue actively moved there, in sync with his fingers delving inside. Warm. Moist. And tantalizing.
"Feels good, doesn't it?" Sam asked with a sly smile. His hand continued to play with Beatrice down there.
"Bastard!"
"Yeah, I'm a bastard. But just so you know, you won't be able to escape from this bastard." If earlier Sam only used one finger, this time he inserted two inside.
He moved them roughly, causing Beatrice to suddenly feel dizzy. Her sounds of refusal to Sam began to fade away, replaced by a sensation that was engulfing her intensely.
Although Beatrice was still sobbing, Sam was confident that the girl was starting to adapt. So he pulled his fingers back. "Don't be satisfied with just this." Feeling that what he had done was more than enough, he swiftly unbuckled his belt. "This is the main course, my dear."
Beatrice widened her eyes and began to struggle fiercely. Regardless of whether her efforts would succeed or not, if she were to belong to Sam?
God! Free me from the clutches of this despicable man! I beg you!
Sam grinned with satisfaction. "You're really ready, aren't you?" He positioned himself right between Beatrice's thighs. But...
"Boss!" A shout and a knock interrupted their activities abruptly.
"You bastard! Who dares to disturb me!" Sam cursed loudly.
Even though the distance from the bed to the door was quite far, Sam was sure that his subordinates outside were shivering after hearing his recent outburst. The rule they held and had to abide by was that when Sam was in his room, anyone who wanted to enter had to knock on the door first.
It was different from the other rooms in the house. They often saw Sam fooling around with the women he desired anywhere in this house. There was only one place that was completely private for Sam: his room.
"Hugo, Boss. Sorry to interrupt. This is really important. Tony got shot at the border."
Sam froze, then quickly grabbed his pants and shirt. He also grabbed a blanket as fast as he could to cover Beatrice's naked body. His mind was in turmoil.
Tony, the young man who was loyal and devoted to him... shot? What went wrong? As far as Sam knew about Tony, the boy never questioned any of the instructions given by Sam or Hugo. Hugo was Sam's most trusted right-hand man, along with Jack and Eland.
Before Sam walked away, he approached Beatrice. He briefly kissed her moist forehead. "We'll postpone this. I have to go."
Beatrice didn't care what was happening. Even though it sounded terrifying; someone being killed in a shooting, at least it saved her from Sam's clutches.
"Ask Anne to come to this room. Take good care of Beatrice. Both of you, don't let your guard down. No one should enter this room except for me. If anyone dares to, I'll settle the score with them!"
Beatrice faintly heard those words and they gradually faded away. She also heard footsteps moving away from the room. She felt relieved. Truly relieved.
God had been so kind to her.
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
The previous question made Beatrice turn her face away. She dared not look at Sam anymore. She also cursed herself for getting carried away with the treatment of this thug whom she should despise."Remember the rule I gave you, Beatrice," Sam said as he tilted Beatrice's chin. This time, he wasn't rough. "Don't turn your face away from me when I'm talking.""Yes," Beatrice whispered."Tell me what you did while I was gone."Beatrice blinked slowly."You left this room, right? What was my instruction before I left?"Suddenly, fear filled Beatrice."What?" Sam asked with a tone that made the fear in Beatrice's mind grow. "Answer!""I-I wasn't allowed to leave this room.""And then? Why did you do it?""I-I... I couldn't spend all my time in this room!" Beatrice tried hard to gather her remaining courage. Despite trembling, she managed to create some distance between herself and Sam. "I could die of boredom in here!"Sam nodded slowly. He also moved away from Beatrice, knowing that she s