Chapter 66 Compliant
Robert bit her lip, causing it to bleed instantly.
Molly's tears flowed uncontrollably, but she couldn't even tell which part hurt more now - her waist, hand, or lip. Every inch of her was injured.
After biting her, Robert intentionally used his finger to agitate the wound, causing more blood to flow.
Molly cried out in pain, but dared not evade because Robert had hundreds of ways to torment her, any of which would make her wish for death.
"Does it hurt?" he asked, his thumb still stained with blood.
Molly obediently nodded, knowing that compliance would ease her suffering and help The Koch family as well.
Robert's treatment of The Koch family was entirely based on his mood.
Satisfying him would allow The Koch family to catch their breath and prevent her father from dying.
Molly realized that she had been foolish and had dared to oppose him, which might anger him enough to burn down The Koch family.
She realized that she needed to be patient and wait for Robert to marry Mrs. Cane. With Robert's attention on Quinn, he naturally wouldn't misbehave. At that time, she would find a way to escape.
Molly's calculations were accurate, but she later discovered that she was completely wrong. Robert was not human; he lacked humanity.
Robert looked at her blood-soaked lips and instantly felt a sensation. He grabbed her chin, forcing her to raise her head. Instead of immediately kissing her, he repeatedly rubbed and twisted her wounds, feeling her body tremble in pain. It gave him indescribable pleasure.
After a long, deep kiss, Molly's blood stained his lips as well.
Molly tried to hold his restless hands and kissed his lips pleasingly, asking, "Can we go somewhere else?"
She knew that she couldn't escape tonight, but she couldn't bear to be in the hospital room. It made her more miserable than death.
Robert was unusually docile at this moment and directly took her outside.
The two of them drove to Robert's apartment.
When they entered, Molly couldn't help but shiver.
She had been locked in here for two days and two nights, tormented as if in a nightmare by various means when she didn't obey Robert.
During his time abroad, Robert had learned many techniques, but he didn't want to use them on Quinn. Molly was the one he practiced on.
Molly was obedient tonight. As soon as she entered, she voluntarily went to the bathroom and was halfway through washing up when Robert walked in.
Their eyes met, and Molly clutched her chest, freezing in place. As she realized his intentions, she weakly lowered her hands, no longer resisting.
They had sex twice in the bathroom. Exhausted from standing for too long, Molly's legs buckled beneath her as she emerged, leaving her kneeling on the ground.
But Robert simply glanced at her indifferently; his gaze was like he was looking at a dog. He had no intention of helping her up.
Molly bit her lip and slowly stood up, leaning against the wall for support.
Robert's phone rang, and from the other end, Quinn was crying. Robert softly comforted her, saying, "Don't be afraid. There's nothing to fear from nightmares. I'll have Hayes come pick you up."
Molly heard this and felt happy inside.
Quinn had come at the perfect time; she could finally be free.
She picked up her clothes from the floor and tried to put them on but heard Robert say, "Did I tell you to put them on?"
Molly's face changed and she whispered, "I'm feeling a bit uncomfortable, and isn't Quinn supposed to come over?"
She had already collapsed twice, and she couldn't bear any more.
Robert walked over with a sneer and grabbed her by the back of her neck, pressing her against the wall with her back facing him.
"Did you call Quinn too?" Molly interjected hastily, her tone submissive. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to show disrespect to Mrs. Cane."
Robert's gaze hardened, emanating coldness. "You'd do well to wise up," he warned sternly. "Remember, I'm the one calling the shots here, and your only job is to obey. Clear?"
Molly nodded laboriously, indicating that she understood.
But as Robert approached, she broke out in a cold sweat. How could he start again?
Quinn was about to arrive soon, and he was really trying to torture her.
That's what she thought, and her whole body tensed up.
Robert patted her and impatiently said, "Don't be so nervous."
Before long, the doorbell rang, and Robert hurriedly finished. Before Molly could react, he had already stuffed her into the closet.
It was pitch black in the closet. Since the time she was robbed and fell into a ravine, Molly had developed a fear of confinement.
Now, her fear spread endlessly.
She could only hold her knees tight and curl up as much as possible.
Her body hadn't been cleaned yet and there was a certain smell that made her feel dirty.
Soon, a woman's coquettish and blushing voice could be heard outside the door.
"Please be gentle."
Molly's toes were stiff, and she sarcastically smiled.
Wasn't Robert supposed to give Quinn the best of everything? Then why would he use the body that he had just used with her to please Quinn?
Molly wanted to cover her ears, but found it futile. That voices couldn't be blocked out at all.
She didn't dare to make too much noise either. If Quinn discovered her, the person who had been tormenting her would double.
She didn’t want to get in trouble.
The cooing voice outside the door continued, clearly indicating that Robert knew how to please a person.
In just an hour, Quinn had climaxed at least three times.
Molly had stayed in the closet until daybreak. When Robert opened the closet, she was still in a half-asleep state.
She was about to speak, but saw Robert's eyes signaling her to come out.
She pressed her lips and crawled out of the closet, her legs weak.
Instinctively, she reached out to Robert, but he only used his foot to catch her and then gestured for her to leave with his eyes.
At a glance, Molly saw Quinn lying on the soft bed, her legs as white as jade, displaying a coquettish charm after being loved.
Her thick eyelashes trembled, feeling a mix of emotions. Lately, she had been feeling very sad, but she didn't want to show it. However, she was starting to feel overwhelmed.
But it was only a little bit, and she didn't have any time to feel sorry for herself.
She picked up her clothes from the ground, wanting to put them on, but Robert didn't let her. He pushed her out the door directly.
The door slammed shut in front of her.
Winter was just around the corner, and it was cold outside.
She was only wearing a bikini.
Luckily, Robert's apartment was luxurious with only one unit per floor, so she didn't have to worry about being seen by others.
She wiped the corner of her eye and put on the clothes she had taken off, one by one.
She then turned and left.
Inside the room, Robert stood by the door, watching everything clearly.
Molly had never had much self-esteem, and even in this situation, she didn't feel embarrassed. Instead, she put on her clothes casually, as if there was no one around.
Seeing the bruises on her body, Robert's eyes darkened, and he suddenly felt something.
Suddenly, a pair of hands rested on Robert's back, and a coquettish voice said, "Robert, why are you standing here?"
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