Chapter 3: "You don't want to run away, do you?"

He raised his head, a glint of coldness flashed in his eyes, suddenly separated her legs and pushed her waist.

"Ah—" Merrily convulsed in pain, her fingers digging into his back, creating five deep blood stains.

The pain made his body tremble for a while, and when he pulled it out, he aggressively plugged it back in.

"Pain--" Merrily cried out as if lying on the bed dying of breath.

Charlie Richard looked at her, held her legs, knelt on the bed and began to move without pity.

"It hurts..." She cried, "I beg you... Stop... It hurts..."

She prayed for a long time, slowly running out of energy, leaving only a choked sob. In the end, she was like a ragged cloth doll, her eyes blankly staring at the ceiling, her body bouncing against his touch...

She didn't know how long he did. She was completely unresponsive when he growled softly, releasing liquid on her, lying face down on top of her.

He sighed for a few minutes, standing up. Getting off the bed, he slowly walked over to the headboard, grabbed her chin, and turned her face toward him.

She looked at his side, and there was something very disgusting, there was liquid dripping on it.

He blinked, his hands slightly shaking, and lowered his head in her eyes for a kiss. Pausing for a few seconds, he let go of her again without turning his head to go to the bathroom.

Merrily was still lying in bed, as if dead.

A few minutes later, he came out of the bathroom without a piece of cloth on his body, he only took a towel to rub his hair.

He walked in front of her, glanced at her body, looked at the dried blood between her legs, revealing a smile:

"A clean, very nice girl."

"...."

"Take a bath." He grabbed her chin with his powerful finger, "If you don't want to do it again, then obey."

Merrily shivered a little, stood up slowly, wrapped the blanket around her, and headed for the bathroom.

She felt pain all over her body, but it was nothing compared to the pain the wound in her heart caused. Her biological father but at the time when her mother needed the most help, sold her!

Soaking in the oversized bathtub, she cried out loud. I don't know when someone patted her head and pulled her up: "Done?"

She looked at him, full of fear.

"Give her five more minutes!" He went out.

Five minutes?

She panicked, grabbed the shower gel, and washed it at the fastest speed. I walked out of the bathroom and saw him sitting on the bed. He looked at her and coldly said: "Come here!"

She slowly walked over. He pulled her between his legs, pulled down her shielding hands, and slowly pulled out her towel.

Does he still want it?

"I'm so tired..." She said, sobbing.

But he still pulled down her towel and saw the dense markings crisscrossing her body. He lowered his head to bite, gently sucking on one pink cherry blossom bud.

Merrily bit her bottom lip, keeping herself from crying out loud.

He kissed for a moment, then let go, only to see the cherry bud standing upright, his face covered with saliva, under the lamp exuding a mesmerizing light. Looking at this image, he smiled, satisfied, got up and went out, "You will sleep here tonight."

After he left the room, Merrily stood up, an instant in her mind the desire to run away.

Taking a step, her mind was dizzy, almost collapsing. But she quickly straightened up, rubbed the Sun acupressure point, and slowly walked towards the door.

Sticking my hole in the door panel until she didn't hear any movement outside, she quietly opened the door, wondering if she could escape...

Gently closing the door, she turned to the middle of the room, picked up her skirt, and pulled down the towel...

"Why haven't you slept yet?" Suddenly came the sound from behind.

"Ah—" she cried out in fear, turning her head to see Charlie Richard standing at the door.

She panicked, covered herself with clothes, and stammered, "I... I'm going to sleep."

"Sleeping wearing this outfit?" He dangerously frowned and walked toward her, "You don't want to run away, do you?"

"I don't have!" Merrily instinctively denied. After saying this, looking at his expression, he was slowly looking at her darkly, clearly lying. She was afraid to step back. Her legs were weak, "I... I don't have pajamas, so I don't have pajamas, so I can only wear this dress..."

He nodded: "I don't have either... Then don't wear it anymore."

Merrily looked at him bewildered. He touched her collarbone lightly, making her jump in surprise.

"Go to sleep, don't make me angry." He said harshly.

Merrily squatted down, took off her vestments, picked up the towel and wrapped it around her, hesitantly walked over to the bed and lowered it. There were traces of love left on the blanket, making her nauseous. But hold on, hold on! She closed her eyes, her eyelashes trembling with fear.

A moment later, Charlie Richard lay beside her, stiffening her whole body.

Charlie Richard laughed, ignoring her.

She was dead tired and soon fell asleep but had constant nightmares.

The next day, when I woke up, the sky was clear. She sat on the bed, looking at the unfamiliar room with her clothes scattered on the ground. The whole person suddenly felt ashamed and angry to death.

The WC came to the sound of running water, and she knew Charlie Richard was inside, not knowing what to do now.

Hide? Can you escape?

The door opened, and Charlie Richard walked in.

Merrily looked over, a towel wrapped around his back, his upper half exposed. He holds a towel, wipes his hair, and the water flows down his chest, along the curve of his body...

Seeing such a scene made her wonder and fear.

"Bring the medicine." Charlie Richard said.

Medicine? What medicine? Merrily looked at him in surprise.

He glanced at the headboard, she followed him, and there was a medicine box on the nightstand and a glass of water. She trembled as she picked it up, seeing the dazzling words: emergency contraceptive pill...