Chapter 5 [4]

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 different from before, an unsettling feeling started to take over. But Beatrice remained Beatrice. She wouldn't let fear consume her.

Had the pulling on Beatrice's body stopped? Not yet. Sam was still roughly dragging the girl with long hair until the edge of the large bed. Once again, with great anger, he pushed Beatrice, causing her to almost fall in the middle of the bed. Surprisingly, the girl didn't look at Sam with a fearful gaze. Instead, those dark eyes continued to challenge Sam. Although what he usually did was enough to make his prisoners whimper and beg for mercy.

But Beatrice was different.

Damn it, Sam felt challenged to subdue Beatrice.

"What do you want?" Beatrice asked as soon as she realized she was lying on the bed. For a split second, she felt dizzy from the impact on the bed. She quickly scooted back. "Get out, you bastard!"

"This is my house," Sam said with a thin grin. He also began to undress himself. This instantly startled Beatrice.

"Get out!" Beatrice shouted loudly.

"This is my room," Sam continued to approach.

The girl started to tremble. The look in her eyes was no longer as brave as before. It wasn't until Beatrice was right in front of him that Sam stopped. Unable to move any further because the girl's back was pressed against the headboard, Sam trapped her. Sam's eyes moved wildly, enjoying every bit of fear that had now taken over Beatrice.

The girl's hand, which he had previously gripped tightly, left a reddened mark. Beatrice used it to firmly grasp the top of her open shirt. One of her hands tried to hold Sam back from getting too close. Her face no longer gazed at the man who was now chuckling in satisfaction.

"You were so good at insulting me earlier, challenging my gaze, being stubborn," Sam said, narrowing the distance until the tip of his nose was right at the curve of Beatrice's white neck. Unconsciously, Sam growled in restraint. The sweet aroma emanating from Beatrice's body only further fueled his desire. He deliberately inhaled the area of Beatrice's neck slowly. "Now?" Sam asked as quietly as possible. "Has it disappeared?"

What Sam didn't expect was that the palm of Beatrice's hand landed squarely on his face. Instantly, Sam loosened his grip slightly. It wasn't because his cheek suddenly felt pain, but he didn't expect Beatrice to still possess such great courage. He gently touched the mark left by the slap. Sam chuckled in amusement.

Because of that, Beatrice managed to escape. She quickly got off the plush bed. Running towards the door, she tried to open it. Even though she knew it was futile, Beatrice didn't give up. Who knows, maybe someone kind-hearted would help her among this pack of wolves.

"Open the door!" Beatrice shouted again. "OPEN!"

Sam chose to sit on the edge of the bed. The shirt he had taken off was left crumpled on the floor. He had no intention of putting it back on. He needed something to calm his emotions. Maybe... a shower?

"Just scream to your heart's content, little one. No one will hear you."

Beatrice turned and sneered at Sam.

"I'll tell you the way out, how about that?" Sam rubbed the tip of his nose. He stood with his hands in his pockets, walking slowly towards Beatrice, who stared at him sharply. Sam continued to close the distance until he stood in front of the girl.

"Stay away from me!" Beatrice hissed with dislike.

"I'm feeling better, just so you know, even though I'm dizzy," Sam gently stroked Beatrice's face. "The balcony of this room leads directly to the exit. You're free to use it. I want to take a shower." He approached Beatrice even closer. Intentionally. Staring at Beatrice from this close distance was truly enjoyable.

"Go away," she whispered softly.

Beatrice didn't immediately believe, but seeing Sam's serious expression from earlier, she simply pushed him aside. Her mind was filled with questions: did Sam really just set her free like that? But this was her chance, right? She wouldn't waste it. Beatrice hastened her steps towards the balcony, no longer looking back to see if Sam was still there.

However,

"If you dare to jump from the balcony, you're as good as dead," Sam laughed loudly. Beatrice's movement of opening the balcony door stopped abruptly. The wind blowing against her face was strong. Beatrice wasn't foolish enough to not realize she was in a high place. Didn't she notice how many steps she had climbed earlier?

Damn it! Beatrice, for heaven's sake! Couldn't she think clearly?

"Do you want to jump, or do you want to take a shower with me?"

"You bastard!"

Sam burst into laughter, but his steps widened towards Beatrice, who was now glaring at him. He wanted to teach Beatrice a little lesson. The girl was getting closer to the edge of the balcony.

Her long-disheveled hair was being blown by the wind. Didn't Sam care? The more he pressed on Beatrice, the more she knew that death was very close to her.

"Go away!" Beatrice said as she felt her back touch the balcony railing.

"How many times do I have to emphasize that this is my house?" Sam took one step forward. Beatrice wouldn't dare to do something foolish. The look in her eyes clearly conveyed that.

"Don't come any closer!" Beatrice gripped the edge of the balcony tightly. She closed her eyes tightly, ignoring everything spinning in her head. "Or I'll jump!"