Chapter 6 [5]

"Go ahead. It's not my concern. If you die, your corpse could become food for my pet dog," Sam replied nonchalantly. "Take a look at the height of this balcony."

Swearing by anything, Beatrice felt dizzy looking down. The distance was immense. If she dared to jump from this balcony, it was guaranteed that she would die on the spot.

Beatrice trembled because Sam refused to keep his distance even by an inch. He cornered her further and made her feel more trapped. She even felt the surface of Sam's chest gently colliding with her own, which was inadequately covered.

The girl also noticed when Sam's gaze started to focus on her exposed and wounded chest. Immediately, Beatrice covered herself by pulling her shirt.

Sam chuckled softly. "I've tasted it earlier. The marks are still there."

"You're truly despicable," Beatrice said quietly. "Bastards like you shouldn't exist in this world!"

In an instant, Beatrice's face was in Sam's tight grip. He deliberately tilted it slightly so that their eyes met.

"Watch your words!" Sam didn't immediately release Beatrice because, after that, he planted a deep and rough kiss on her. He didn't give Beatrice even the slightest breath during this demanding kiss.

Until he felt a small blow to his chest. It came from Beatrice. Actually, he didn't want to stop, but the punches kept coming. Eventually, Sam gave in. It clearly left Beatrice gasping for breath. The wet and swollen marks that Sam left were clearly visible on Beatrice's lips.

"That's what you'll get if you keep insulting me."

Beatrice breathing. Being forcibly kissed and under Sam's pressure made her feel so low. She briefly glanced at the man who was now looking at her with disdain. The girl chose to bow her head while suppressing all the turmoil raging in her heart.

Beatrice could never imagine the days she would spend here. It could be... she immediately shook her head, dismissing the dark thoughts she would have to endure.

"It's good if you understand," Sam said, observing Beatrice's slight shake of the head. "Come with me."

The girl lifted her eyes, watching Sam's retreating back.

"Or do you want to jump?"

Beatrice suppressed a growl, her hands clenched tightly. "Where are we going?" she dared to ask. It made Sam's steps halt. The man turned around, giving her a cunning look and a sly grin.

"To take a shower. I told you earlier, right? We're going to shower."

***

Beatrice stood still like a statue. Her eyes couldn't believe what had just happened. It all felt like a dream. She touched her slightly sore chest, wrapped in bandages and dressed in much better clothes than before.

Not even an hour had passed since she experienced the shocking event. She was extremely surprised, to say the least.

Beatrice didn't dare to refute what Sam said about "taking a shower." She had resigned herself to the possibility... Oh, my God! Beatrice was very careful with herself. She didn't want anyone else to touch her before the wedding. How foolish of Beatrice. What could she hope for now? She was a guarantor of a debt that couldn't be repaid. In other words, she was being sold, right?

That man had even touched her lips and chest.

The girl shook her head vigorously as she continued to follow Sam into the bathroom. Beatrice was surprised by the fairly large room equipped with a bathtub. The room had glass walls, with a large shower on one side. It resembled most bathrooms designed for the upper-middle class.

Sam was really taking a shower.

He paid no attention to Beatrice, who stood there with her head down, facing the door. It would drive Beatrice crazy if she paid attention to how the muscular man with many tattoos on his back was being drenched by the torrent of the shower. For Beatrice, this bathroom was considered luxurious. There was a large sink with a big mirror and several bottles of soap and typical men's accessories.

Beatrice forgot that Sam was a thug disguised as a loan shark, who surely had a lot of money. It was only natural for him to have a big house like this.

As the shower stopped, Beatrice felt her heart skip a beat. She couldn't imagine what was about to happen...

"Come here," Sam ordered.

Oh, God! Could Beatrice just end her life right now?

"I told you to come here!"

Trembling, Beatrice turned around, her gaze still fixed on the cold marble floor. She took calculated steps until she felt weightless.

"ARGH!" She didn't expect Sam to lift her up and place her on the sink. His eyes focused directly on Beatrice's exposed chest. "What do you want?" Beatrice asked, realizing where his gaze was directed once again.

Damn perverted thug!!! Beatrice cursed silently in her mind.

"Open it," Sam commanded, refusing any opposition.

Beatrice still felt shocked.

"Are you going to open it, or should I?" Sam asked impatiently.

Without hesitation, Beatrice unbuttoned her shirt. She felt incredibly embarrassed as the shirt slipped off, leaving her only in her bra.

"If this wound isn't treated soon, you could get sick," Sam said, looking at Beatrice sharply and cynically.

"Don't stare at me like that," Sam said with a chuckle. "I'm the one who did it, and I'm responsible. Just relax, alright?"

The girl turned her face away in displeasure. She thought Sam had left her alone when she heard his footsteps moving away. But he returned, carrying a first aid kit. Sam carefully treated Beatrice's burn wounds. Every movement was gentle and nothing was done roughly.

Sam's face appeared more humane this time. His thick hair was also slightly wet, catching Beatrice's attention.

"To be honest, I really wanted to sleep with you, Beatrice," Sam concluded the treatment of her wounds. "But I know you must be in pain because of this mark."

"You're the one who made me like this!"

Sam laughed. "True. I did it on purpose."

Beatrice desperately wanted to muster the determination to give Sam a powerful punch to his head. "What do you really want?"

"You," Sam casually replied. "I only want you."

They didn't break eye contact. One filled with hatred, the other with interest.

"One day, you'll know why this mark belongs only to certain people."

That's it.

Afterwards, Sam simply left. Leaving Beatrice alone in that large room. Even when Beatrice stepped out of the bathroom, Sam's presence was nowhere to be found. All that remained was a new set of clothes and some delicious-looking food. It left Beatrice with a huge question in her mind.

Why?