chapter two

Suddenly, I hear a gunshot, loud and piercing, followed by a scream from behind me. The sound echoes in the dark, empty hallway, sending a shiver down my spine.

As I look back, I see the same man who had thrown me to the floor by my hair now lying in a pool of blood. His eyes are wide open, lifeless, staring into the void. The metallic scent of blood fills the air, making me feel nauseous.

Above him stands another man, his face twisted with rage, holding a smoking gun. He shouts in a dark, chilling voice, "How dare you touch my property and throw him in front of me?" His words hang in the air, thick with menace. The other guards shrink back, their faces pale with fear.

His gaze shifts to another guard, who is on the verge of peeing himself from terror. The man's voice drops to a deadly whisper, "Throw him out the window to my pets' they must be hungry ." The words are almost lost in the silence that follows, but their meaning is clear and horrifying.

A couple of guards step forward, their movements stiff with fear. They grab the terrified man, who struggles and pleads for mercy, but his cries fall on deaf ears. With a swift, brutal motion, they hurl him out the window. His scream, loud and ear-piercing, reverberates through the night, only to be abruptly cut off.

Silence descends once more, even more oppressive than before. The man with the gun looks down at me, his eyes cold and devoid of any humanity. "Remember this," he says softly, "This is what happens to those who mistreat what's mine ." His words are like ice, freezing me to my core.

The man above me, in his expensive black coat, grabs my arm and forces me to stand. I recognize him-he's the same person who slapped me in the basement, his cruel eyes and twisted smile etched into my memory. The room is filled with people, their faces obscured by shadows, the dim light casting eerie patterns on the beautifully decorated walls. The opulence of the place contrasts sharply with the darkness that hangs over it.

He smirks and says, "Let's go, darling. His voice drips with a sinister undertone. I try to pull away, but the fury in his eyes makes my blood run cold. His grip tightens painfully around my wrist, and he drags me towards a stage at the center of the room. Addressing everyone present, he announces with a chilling tone, "He is my property. I'm going to marry him tonight." His words echo in the silence, and a murmur runs through the crowd, a mix of shock and twisted excitement. The room seems to close in around me, the weight of my fate pressing down on me.

The man's smirk grows wider, his eyes

gleaming with a dark satisfaction. "This is a night none of you will forget," he declares, his voice filled with a menacing promise.

his voice filled with a menacing promise. My heart pounds in my chest as I feel the noose of my fate tightening around me.

Then, in a grotesque display of power and wealth, he pulls out a wad of dollar bills and begins throwing them into the crowd like he's scattering water. The bills flutter down, catching the dim light, and the guests scramble to catch them, their faces twisted with greed and desperation.

The sight makes my stomach churn. As the money rains down, the man looks at me with a twisted smile,

My eyes widen in horror. How is this happen ? And, most importantly, why?

His grip tightens around my waist as I struggle to break free, my heart pounding in my chest. He drags me through the room, the crowd's murmurs growing louder, to another man who pulis out a form. The man holding me signs it quickly and looks at me with eyes that gleam with malice, saying, Sign it.

I manage to ask, "What paper is this?" My voice trembles, a mix of fear and desperation.

"Marriage papers, darling," he replies with a sinister smile, his voice dripping with mock affection.

"I'm not going to sign it, I protest, my voice shaking but defiant. His smile fades, replaced by a cold, fake one. "Don't be silly, my love. Sign it." His

tone is icy, the menace clear in his words. When I push him away, he slaps me harshly, the force of the blow leaving his handprint on my cheek. The pain is sharp, but the humiliation is worse. Tears well up in my eyes, but he shows no mercy. He yanks my hair viciously, pulling my head back so I have no choice but to look into his cruel eyes. "Sign it before I do something here in front of our guards and lawyer," he growls, his voice low and Threatening. The threat hangs in the air, heavy and undeniable.

I still refuse. His smirk returns as he grabs my hand and bends my fingers at an ugly angle. The pain is excruciating; if he applies more pressure, my bones will break. "Sign it," he demands again, his voice a deadly whisper.

The lawyer takes something out of his

pocket, and the man holding me smirks,

forcing my thumb onto the ink pad. The ink is cold and sticky against my skin. He presses my thumbprint onto the marriage. papers with brutal force, sealing my fate against my will. The sensation of the ink drying on my skin is a grim reminder of my helplessness

His face lights up with a manic smile.

"Finally, we are married, my love now your both illegally or legally mine . His eyes glint with a twisted satisfaction, a dark triumph that sends a chill down my spine. The crowd erupts in applause, their faces twisted in grotesque delight at the spectacle.

I feel a wave of despair wash over me, the reality of my situation sinking in. Trapped, humiliated, and powerless, I stand there as the man revels in his victory, his grip on me tightening as if to assert his control.

his breath hot and rank. "You belong to me now. Every breath you take, every move you make, it's all mine. Try to run, try to fight, and I'll break you in ways you can't even imagine. Your pain, your screams-they'll be my lullaby

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