Chapter 2: "The taste is more perfect than I imagined"

"Yes," said Mr. Fried Rodrigo cheerfully, raising his head to Merrily, "Merrily, pour the General Manager Richard a drink!"

Merrily glanced at him defensively, went to the side of the table, took the bottle of rosé, and slowly approached Charlie Richard to pour a glass of wine. When she finished, she discovered that he was looking at her. She smiled shyly and said, "President Richard offers to use it."

Just as she was about to leave, he suddenly grabbed her hand. She panicked, and wanted to scream, he grabbed her chin with his other hand, his thumb gently caressed her lips, saying: "I don't like women wearing lipstick."

Merrily was extremely scared, quickly escaped from his hand and ran to Mr. Fried Rodrigo: "Dad ..."

Charlie Richard picked up a glass of wine, casually glancing at her.

Mr. Fried Rodrigo put her back in the seat, said: "General Manager Richard and you are just joking. I'll go to the toilet for a bit, you eat first."

"No..." Merrily wanted to pull him back, but he was already gone.

Merrily saw that he didn't have to go to the toilet, but went to the restaurant's door, knew he had been sold, and got up and ran away.

Charlie Richard sat motionless, pouring himself a glass of wine, slowly enjoying it.

Merrily ran out of the restaurant, suddenly being held by someone. Pulling her were two men a dark suits, wearing dark glasses, like a gangster in movies. She struggled loudly: "What are you doing? Let me go!"

"We are Master Richard's men." One of the men said, "Miss Rodrigo invites Master Richard here."

Merrily, shocked, she turned her head to see Charlie Richard leisurely approaching.

She struggled again, but to no avail.

Charlie Richard walked up to her, waved his hand, and the two men immediately let go of her, who also quickly disappeared before their eyes.

He stroked her face and said, "Your father sold you to me for a piece of land worth two million, do you think you are worth the money?"

"You...you bastard!"

"Do you want to save your mother?" he asked.

Merrily was taken aback, looking at him.

He said: "Your father won't care about you anymore. If you listen to me, your mother can have surgery tomorrow, have the best doctor, the best medicine, everything is the best. Otherwise, You can't even enter the hospital room tomorrow."

Merrily looked at him bewildered. After a long time, she silently lowered her head, her shoulders shaking.

She didn't scold, didn't make a fuss, and didn't even go. Knowing she had compromised, Charlie Richard said with satisfaction: "You understand that so you won't have to suffer."

After getting in the car, Charlie Richard asked: "How old are you?"

Merrily glanced at him and stammered, "Ten... Seventeen."

"Only seventeen? Still going to school?"

Merrily opened her mouth and shook her head.

"Why don't you go to school at seventeen?"

"Mother...Mother is sick, has no money, and still has to take care of her..." After saying that, she bit her lower lip, wanting to overcome her inner fear.

He grabbed her chin and pulled her face to his side: "Don't bite your lip, what if you bite it off." After saying that, he leaned over and kissed her.

Merrily was shocked and tried to push him away, but he pressed her heavily against the chair. She couldn't move, so scared that she cried.

After a while, he let go of her, and licked the corner of his lips: "The taste is more perfect than I imagined."

"You let me go..." Merrily sobbed.

He sneered: "Ignore your mother's death?"

Merrily froze, leaning desperately in her seat.

Not long after, the car stopped, he grabbed her arm and pulled her out of the vehicle. She raised her eyes to look at a mansion, both legs were shocked.

He dragged her upstairs into a room in it and finally let go of her. Next, he started to take off his clothes...

Merrily cringed, clutching her arms, and staggered backwards.

He turned his head, took his spear, and threw her onto the bed.

"Ah--" Merrily was dizzy and was about to get up, but someone else rushed over. Feeling his hands on her body, she shouted: "No no! Let me go!"

Not only did he not stop, but on the contrary, he became more and more violent, tearing at her dress with a sound.

She felt cold in front of her chest, quickly covering her with her hand: "I beg you... No need..."

"No need?" He grabbed her chin and kissed her hard.

"No..." Merrily shook her head, wanting to talk, but at a loss for words.

He kissed her roughly, his hands on her body mingling, and quickly took her naked like a pup.

"No..." Merrily sobbed, breaking free of his kiss, knocking him out with both hands.

He locked her arms, pulled them over the top of her head, bent his head at her lips and bit them fiercely. The smell of fresh blood filled her mouth. She felt pain, felt the weight on her body. She knew that she could not escape, sobbing desperately.

He raised his head, looked at her coldly, and lowered his head like a mad gnawing at her neck.

"It hurts..." She twisted her body, crying and begging for forgiveness, "Please let me go..."

At this moment, he kissed her chest, sucking lightly, creating his mark...

"Ah..." Merrily didn't know what this feeling was, was it painful, it was strange, but it scared her, "Don't... I pray you... No need. ...Let me go..."