Volume 3 Chapter One: Destiny is a Mysterious Existence

The one who came in was a stern-faced Japanese man and Mr. Gao.

I really wanted to ask them why they kidnapped me, but I felt that whoever spoke first would be at a disadvantage, although, being tied up like this, I had long since lost any chance of taking the initiative.

But if I didn't ask, they also stayed silent. Just like that, three people, six eyes, all staring at each other—it was so twisted. I tried to look scared but not excessively so, hoping to mitigate the anticipated torture and injury.

I had read in a book before, if you show too much fear, it could make the abuser want to intensify the abuse, and you'd be unlucky; but if you didn't show any fear at all, the abuser wouldn't get any pleasure and would still intensify the abuse—equally unlucky. So, you could only ensure temporary safety by being just the right amount of scared.

Fuck, even getting kidnapped has such high demands, if I pulled this off perfectly, I could go into acting afterward.