Chapter 13: What Belongs To Me Can’t Betray Me

(Triggered Warning: This chapter contains a sex scene and inappropriate words. If you're not comfortable reading it kindly skip it and move to another chapter)

Kenzo struck a hard blow on the control panel and started safety mode for the first time.

He turned her around, put her on the floor, spread her legs, and entered her again. He was still wearing his shirt, his pants on his knees. He had taken off all her clothes and pressed her to the ground.

He picked up the belongings from the ground and looked down on her. "You are really fully prepared."

"... It's a pity I failed." She said with no signs of regret.

She had forgotten how much she feared him after he had stimulated her just now.

Her body and heart were out of sync, and she couldn't feel anything right now.

He threw her belongings away and lowered his head to bite her on her slender neck and shoulder.

He was inside her again, this time, she was more aroused, stable, and persistent than the last time, and her body responded more sensitively. She arched under him and couldn't help but tremble and breathe heavily. The feeling was so strange and startling that she had reached orgasm again and collapsed under him.

Tears were blurring her eyes, which he wiped away immediately with his fingers as if he couldn't bear to see her tears.

"Why did you give me the plane?" She asked with a shaky voice.

He just looked down at her coldly without answering and asked her instead. "Why did you try to escape? I think your life belongs to me."

Drops of sweat fell from his forehead on her neck, then rolled down to her chest and then down to the part where their bodies merged.

Before the plane landed in Kenzo's garden, he penetrated her vigorously, stiffening her body into a convulsion and totally taken over by him. He looked sullenly at her miserable face, his veins standing out his forehead, and said slowly. "Remember, what belongs to me can't betray me."

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At night, Emerald just laid in bed in the darkness. The light of the moon and stars came through the window and cooled down the silent room, making her nervous.

Sometimes she was more upset than others. The reason for her sadness was losing her virginity and the uncertainty of her future.

She didn't expect to be able to sleep tonight as she expected to be tormented by the scary debris belt emerging from the clouds and crashing into her once she closed her eyes. She was also scared to be hunted by Kenzo's cold eyes in her sleep.

Against her expectations, she fell asleep easily and didn't wake up until the next day at noon.

She felt a little relieved when she opened her eyes. She had nothing more to lose.

She thought that Kenzo would demand sex from her again, but he didn't come into her room the next few days. After two days, she finally went out of her room. The servants still treated her as usual, and McAdams still smiled at her.

Kenzo hadn't looked at her once and pretended she didn't exist no matter where she met him, be it in the restaurant, the hallway, or in the garden.

She couldn't help but think about the day he took her virginity. She had felt his anger even though he hadn't said anything. But when the gate of the engine room had opened, he had taken off his shirt to wrap her up and taken her by his hand.

The shirt had blocked the view from the bystanders so he could continue abusing her. He had taken her to her bedroom with his manhood still inside her from behind, rubbing her at every step.

He then threw her on the bed and left.

She had felt that this was her ending. Finally, one day when McAdams was alone in the study room arranging the files, she went inside the room and locked the door.

"Mr. McAdams," she said in a quiet voice. "When will I be sent to President Henry?"

McAdams shook his head in surprise, "Mr. Lane never intended to send you there. What's more, a woman who the Lord has touched is not given to anybody."

"So…"

He sat down on the couch, sighing. "Miss Wilson, I really admire you. You almost managed to run away successfully; however, you don't need to do so."

"Why..." Emerald's pulse was throbbing in her throat, "Why is it not necessary?"

Looking at her, McAdams smiled. "Because the lord was going to let you join under his banner, not as a woman, but as a subordinate."

Emerald felt numb on her walk from the first floor of the villa. She was shocked by what McAdams' had just told her. She didn't know what Kenzo saw in her. Besides, that plane had really been for her.

Maybe she could help him control the air force if she could fly a fighter plane. What's more, maybe she could realize her dream to look for the Earth one day.

However, she had chosen to run away with the plane and anger Kenzo....

She walked step by step along with the lawn to the little white building, the so-called "Body Processing Factory" where Kenzo was right now. She could still hear McAdams' words in her head. "Miss Wilson, you should apologize to the Lord. Even though he is training you for his own benefit, it is also beneficial to you. Go find him before he changes his mind."

She still had mixed feelings for him. He was the one who had saved her, treated her like a cheap product, then given her a plane and invaded her body. The way he had punished her still dulled her senses and made her scared. But she knew she had no other choice but to apologize to him.

The military police at the door wanted to stop her from entering the building, but another policeman shook his hand and smiled at Emerald as he said in a low voice. "Miss, the Lord is on the third floor. Are you sure you want to go inside?"

What happened in the plane was probably all over the mansion. Emerald walked in quickly, filled with embarrassment.

Half an hour later, Emerald was standing against the wall. She closed her eyes instinctively and broke out in a cold sweat. The strange equipment and tools could make so many weird sounds inside the human body. Emerald felt she was in hell hearing those miserable screams of tortured people.

Kenzo was sitting calmly in front of the miserable scene and was even enjoying a cup of hot tea. Unfortunately, the scene in front of him was more like a movie than a real live torture field.