Chapter 3 3

"What did you say?" I asked upon hearing his question.

Why I runaway as his bride six years ago? Did I hear that right? I ddn't remember getting married. I didn't remember having a husband.

"You heard me," he insisted to me. Because his back was turned to me, I didn't know what his expression was.

But I felt angry. "Say you told me! Why did you say that?!" I shouted loudly, my vioce echoing all around.

He turned to me again with a frown. He still didn't have a shirt on so I had to endure it so that my eyes wouldn't be drawn to his large penis.

"Don't yell at me like you're a strong woman!" he said angrily.

I fell silent because his screams were so loud and it felt like he was going to eat me alive. At that moment, I knew I couldn't be brave anymore. He was so angry with me.

"I'm telling you, don't ever make me angry. And if you do, you will be punished and you will not like it," Father Jacc said foolishly.

"Is that what a priest is like? I really can't believe you, Father Jacc," I murmured in dismay.

I heard his silly laugh as if I just told a joke. But he didn't say anything else. He turned around and got dressed. I was confused by what was happening. I didn't know if it was right for me to do nothing else now.

I was about to speak when my stomach suddenly rumbled. I looked at the food. I ate. I went over and ate. But before I could finish half of it, Father Jacc suddenly came up to me.

"Do you really not remember anything that happened before?" he asked, holding a folder.

I nodded. I didn't want to speak yet.

"Say something!" he insisted in a cold voice.

"All I remember is that some men approached me while I was in the park. They covered my mouth with a handkerchief, drugged me, and I lost consciousness. I just woke up in a cage," I explained to him, who was also angry. What happened earlier was still very fresh.

"I can't believe that they did this to you," he said softly as if he vcared about my feelings.

"What do you mean?" I asked again. I drank water.

"I can't tell you."

"I need to know. What was my fault? Why did all this happen to me?" I wanted to collapse. I couldn't accept what was happening to me.

"I said, I can't tell you!" he replied angrily.

I just looked at my food. I picked up another dish.

"You're so sneaky. I don't like women who are sneaky when it comes to food!"HE scolded like he was my stepmother.

"I'm hungry. Is it my fault that I'm hungry?" I insisted. "And why are you interfering with me? This is my body!"

He tsked and he came closer to me. He held the folder in front of me.

"What is that for?" I looked at the folder.

But I closed my eyes when his face came closer to mine again.

"This is the contract that you need to sign," his voice whispered, cold and deep.

It sent shivers down through my being. Seriously, I really couldn't believe this priest was hiding something evil.

"My little angel, you have to sign this," he whispered. He suddenly licked my neck. "Just to reassure me that you are following my rules."

I grinned. "Sure! I will not sign that contract!"

But Father Jacc laughed close to my ear. "If you don't, there's nothing I can do about it. But one thing is for sure, you will kneel in front of me."

My eyes widened. I am worried.

"IIf I sign that, you won't hurt me?" I stammered.

He moved away from me but laughed softly. "Who told you that I will hurt you" All I wanted is your body."

What was this priest thinking?

"Why me? There are so many other women out there who are willing to have sex with you!"

He stared at me. "Because I want you to feel the pain you gave me six years ago," he said in a scary voice.

I looked straight at him. "What are you talking about, huh? I have no fault with you. I have no fault with anyone!"

But his face turned even more sour.

"Are you just pretending or is that because of your amnesia?" he asked, looking at me in surprise.

"Amnesia? Me? I'm not sick! I don't have amnesia. You're the one who's sick!" I said angrily.

He faked a laugh. But I was still confused. "I can't believe that you became this useless. Maybe all this is karma for you."

"What are you talking about, huh? You said earlier I'm a runaway bride and now I have amnesia. Are you playing with me?" I was about to cry.

I bit my tongue.I tried to hold back my tears. He immediately turned his back on me as if he didn't want to see me cry.

"What I'm saying is true," he said softly.

"Then why don't you just let me go?" I insisted. Taking a chance I could do this somehow.

"I will not do that," he said forcefully.

"Why? I want to go home!" I shouted with great force.

Also because of what I said, he looked at me. His face couldn't tell what he truly felt.

"Do you want to go home? Do you have anything to take home?" he asked, stopping me.

I was sold by my parents. I had nothing to go home to. I just realized my tears were flowing freely. Shit, I still had tears to shed.

"You are useless. I'm just putting up with you even though you hurt me before. Just be grateful and accept the fact that you'll be my sex slave," he said.

I wiped my tears. I stood up. I approached him. I knelt down in front of him. He was surprised by my done.

"Father Jacc, I know you have a good heart. Please, let me go," I begged.

But he backed down. He distanced himself from me as if he was disgusted.

"I won't do that. I bought you for 1 billion dollar, do you think I'll just let you go?" he insisted.

I just bowed down. I cried and cried. I felt like there was no hope left.

"Don't be dramatic about it. Get up and take a shower," he ordered me.

It took me a long time to stand up. "What are you going to do to me? You want to have sex with me?"

"Nope," he replied immediately. "I'll take you to my private island."