Life and Death (7)

An Xiaxia bit her lip. She realized now that this was one of Rong Che's perverted hobbies.

The more she tried to run and struggle, the more excited Rong Che would become.

If she ran again, that wrench would without a doubt come right down on her head.

An Xiaxia took a deep breath at that thought and sat back down. She then asked softly, "If I follow your instructions, can you not hit me?"

Rong Che softened at those pleading words together with her adorable little face.

He put down the wrench and smiled. "Alright. But from now on, you have to do everything I say."

An Xiaxia nodded obediently, but her fingers had reached into her pocket for her cell phone.

Those stalwart men hadn't frisked her, which had left her a window of opportunity.

Rong Che picked up a candle and only realized then that he didn't have a lighter, so he left the room to borrow one.