Chapter 2

She was kidnapped and she didn't know why. As far as she remembered, she had no enemies. So, why did this happen to her? The kidnapper didn't seem like they were up to it for some ransom money, because if they did, then there was no reason to keep her inside a coffin. 

Elena felt the box was lifted and moved again. She closed her eyes and hugged her shivering body. Please, somebody, help me… she cried internally.

There was nothing she could do now, aside from wait and see where this would lead her. 

Suddenly, her ears were invaded by booming lively music and crowd cheering. The hot and suffocating feeling inside the box disappeared, and the wind brushed her skin. 

She slowly opened her eyes and was blinded by the bright surroundings. The place was so loud. Her vision gradually adjusted, and she gaped in front of half-naked bodies, both men and women, dancing around the coffin, each holding a glass of wine.

Elena was confused, but relief rushed through her. It was not a cemetery, but rather a club. She looked around, trying to discern what would happen to her next. 

People were doing it right on the dance floor. Some pairs were kissing until they bled. Some were having a threesome on the tables. Some were…doing nastier things Elena did not even know about.

She immediately looked away, feeling embarrassed. Her face reddened, but she wasted no time and gathered herself. She needed to escape. A crowded place was a perfect chance to blend in and disappear. 

As she grabbed the box to get up, her gaze drifted to the lid of the coffin, and saw it wrapped in pink, with a red ribbon on top. She gasped. She was not going to be buried, but rather to be gifted!

Frantic, she climbed out of the pink box and realized her dress was a bloody red, tube mini dress that barely covered her long, slender thighs. The neckline was too low, and the fabric was thin and tight, hugging her body and showing her curves she hadn't even shown her boyfriend. Her straight long black hair cascaded on her back, reaching her waist. 

A sudden applause startled her. She turned her head to the side and saw someone approaching, eyes fixed on her body, moving them up and down as if inspecting her. Elena hugged herself, her heart racing beneath her chest. 

"What a lovely surprise! Is this human for me?" A tall man in a purple suit approached while clapping his hands. He gave Elena a seductive smile. 

Elena stepped back, pulling the dress lower and hiding the tremble in her hands as if showing him she was not afraid. The man raised his brow, seemingly amused. "Now, don't be scared, little kitten. I promise I'll be gentle."

"Don't come closer!" Elena shouted after the man continued to walk forward. She was terrified. If she were just going to end up as someone's sex toy, she thought it would have been better if she was buried instead. Tears began rolling down her face. 

"Aw, kitty. Don't be scared. I don't bite—well, I do, but I'm full at the moment, so I won't bite you," the man chuckled. He stepped closer. 

Elena turned back and ran away, trying to escape, but the crowd of people circling them blocked her way. Someone pushed her too hard and she fell on the floor with a thud. 

Laughter, snickers, and excited gazes fixed on her as though they were merely watching a drama. No one tried to help at all. Their faces enjoying the scene only frightened her more; their eyes looked down at her as if she was some insignificant being, existing only to entertain them. 

"P—please, let me through!" She begged, but they only laughed at her, speaking in tongues she couldn't understand. 

Then, another voice came, shutting the crowd. 

Elena looked up and saw another man in a black suit, hands in his pockets, and looking down at her coldly. He exuded a domineering aura that made everyone stop and focus on him. A few even bowed politely and moved out of his way.

He turned to the guy in the purple suit and smirked. "Janus, you've got sex slaves more attractive and seductive than her, so I did not bring her to entertain you in bed. I have another plan for her."

"Oh my, my dear Lincoln. So, this is your gift after all? She certainly isn't my type but her tearful and frightened face is charming. I'm a bit turned on. But where are you going to use her if not to suck me?" Janus, the guy in the purple suit, approached Lincoln and clung his arms to his waist. 

Lincoln caressed his chin, as his eyes narrowed at Elena. "I prepared an exciting performance for you. Something more entertaining." After saying that, he nodded at the two big men in black shirts. "Take her upstairs. To the cell."

Elena shook her head in panic. She crawled away, begging for help. However, laughter and glass clinking drowned her broken voice and cries. She was dragged by the two men upstairs. 

"Everyone, let us give a round of applause to our boorish, loathsome, and abominable guest who will perform a play for us tonight," Lincoln exclaimed loudly. He raised his glass and shouted again, "But before that, let us cheer for our brother's 300th birthday!"

Janus smiled and raised his glass as well. "Thank you, everyone! Let us enjoy tonight's feast!"

Everyone clapped and cheered. Then, they simultaneously looked up at the transparent glass room on the second floor where a beast tied to the silver pole was released. Soon, the door opened and the red-dressed girl was shoved inside. 

"The play is about to begin," Lincoln smirked. He pulled Janus by his waist and whispered in his ears lustfully, "You will reclaim what you lost soon, my dearest beloved."

Janus's eyes sparkled with delight. He wanted revenge and Lincoln, his loyal dog, was willing to do everything for him.