Chapter 128
Emily moved to the window, desperately hoping for an escape route, only to find it bolted shut. Outside, she spotted several men in black stationed around the villa.
Her heart sank. “Am I really going to be trapped here and… violated?”
The doorknob rattled, and panic set in. She frantically searched for a place to hide, her wide eyes darting around the room. But there was nowhere–no closet, no corner that could shield her.
In another room, an obese man sat in the shadows, a cigar perched between his yellowed teeth. He exhaled thick plumes of smoke, his eyes glued to the monitor displaying Emily’s panicked attempts to conceal herself. A low, vile chuckle escaped his throat, dripping with satisfaction.
The rattling stopped, and the door creaked open. Emily held her breath, her body rigid with fear. But instead of the kidnapper, two maids stepped inside.
Without a word, the women grabbed her by the arms and led her into the bathroom. One began filling the bathtub with water, while the other reached for Emily’s dress, trying to strip it off.
“Stop! What are you doing?” Emily protested, twisting away from their hands. Her thin summer dress offered little resistance, and it didn’t take long before they had stripped her completely. The tub was now filled to the brim.
“Wait!” Emily pleaded, her voice trembling. “I can bathe myself. Could you at least untie my hands first? The wounds will get infected if they get wet.”
The maids paused, their eyes flicking to Emily’s reddened, raw wrists. They exchanged a glance, as though silently debating whether to comply.
Sensing an opening, Emily quickly added, “It’s true. Look my wrists are already injured. If your boss sees me like this, do you think he’d want a woman who’s damaged? He’ll be angry, and I doubt you want to ruin his mood.”
The maids hesitated for another moment. Finally, one left the bathroom while the other began untying her bonds. Relief flooded through Emily’s chest.
Moments later, the maid who had left returned with a small box of ointment. Emily quickly extended her hands, her wrists red and raw from the coarse ropes. Her pale, delicate skin, the result of years of meticulous care, had been easily marred by the restraints.
The maid applied the ointment, its coolness providing instant relief to the irritated skin. But just as she began to savor the momentary freedom, there was a sharp click. Emily froze, staring down at her wrists in disbelief.
The ropes were gone, but now her hands were shackled together with fuzzy pink handcuffs–the very ones she had spotted earlier among the room’s “accessories.”
“Damn it…” she muttered under her breath, her frustration boiling over.
The maids pushed her into the bathtub. One held her shackled wrists above the water while the other began scrubbing her skin. It became clear to Emily that they weren’t concerned about her wounds. Their priority was preserving their boss’s twisted “enjoyment,”
“At least my hands are in front now,” she thought, finding the smallest silver lining in her predicament.
Once her bath was over, the maids dressed her in revealing black lingerie–so flimsy it felt like she wasn’t wearing anything at all.
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Chapter 128
Catching her reflection in the bathroom mirror, Emily’s stomach churned.
She looked extremely seductive and alluring.
“Will I even make it out of this alive?” she thought to herself.
The maids remained silent as they escorted her back to the room and left, locking the door behind them.
The waiting was unbearable. The uncertainty of what lay ahead gnawed at Emily, her chest tightening with every passing second. She stood frozen, her heart pounding in her ears.
Instinctively, she backed up step by step until her shoulders pressed against the window frame. Having something solid to lean on brought her a sliver of comfort, however faint.
Finally, the door swung open.
A large, overweight man stepped inside. Dressed in a white bathrobe, his face wore a sickeningly cheerful grin. The cigar he had been smoking earlier was now absent.
