Chapter 39 A Slave

"Let me go! Let me go! I'm not doing this anymore!"
Hassan's tall figure pressed her down, firmly holding her on the back seat of the car.
"Woman, you better wake up and come back to reality! Even if you take this contract with your signature to the judge, you will lose."
"You bastard, let go! Don't touch me!"
Elena's sharp cries and intense resistance infuriated Hassan.
The patience for words had already been lost.
"Don't want me to touch you, huh? That only makes me want to touch and see you more."
Hassan smirked evilly, shamelessly probing his hand under her clothes, touching her full curves freely.
"Bastard, let go!"
The car was driving through the busy streets, and Nabil was steadily driving. This damn man was shamelessly humiliating her.
space in the car was already very small, but Elena struggled desperately, unable to escape from those devilish hands.
Hiss…
Her blouse was torn open, revealing her snow-white fragrant shoulders.
The air was filled with a violent and ambiguous atmosphere. Hassan's eyes darkened slightly as he lowered his head and kissed her.
Smack.
A crisp slap sound echoed loudly inside the car.
Elena suddenly froze, she actually hit him.
Hassan was completely enraged by her action. He raised his hand and heavily slapped her ears twice.
"Elena, I see that you still haven't come to your senses. What exactly are you?"
"Nabil, stop the car, get out immediately!"
"Yes, master!"
Facing the madness in the car, Nabil remained indifferent, calmly parked the car, and opened the door to get out.
Elena, with her eyes filled with stars from being hit, unwillingly kicked with her foot.
Hassan blocked with his arm, followed by a muffled groan.
That arm was the one Elena had injured...
With old wounds and new injuries, Hassan finally exploded.
His large hand grabbed Elena and forcefully pulled her under his body.
She pressed her legs tightly together.
Sss...
The sound of torn jeans filled the air as tears streamed down Elena's face. She hated this feeling of being violated.
Just like the first time he had forced himself upon her, she felt an overwhelming mix of anger and shame.
His movements were rough and wild, plunging into her without any warning.
Beneath him, she endured the painful tearing once again.
Elena's face was covered in tears as she bit down on her lower lip, her eyes burning with hatred as they locked onto Hassan.
"Elena, remember this, you are just a slave that I bought!"
His cruel and heartless words echoed in her ears as his scorching body forcefully collided with hers.
Her hands sank deep into the leather seat, her fingernails digging into it until they turned white.
It hurt, it was so painful.
In this moment, she realized clearly that he was her god in this world.
He controlled everything about her.
If she wanted to live, she had to worship him like a dog.
The torment was like a violent storm that seemed to have no end.
Elena's body gradually weakened, sinking deeper into the thick darkness.
"Miss Walker, Miss Walker..."
Familiar cries brought Elena back from her slumber.
Dizzy and disoriented, Elena opened her eyes and looked around in confusion.
"Miss Walker, it's time for your medicine!"
Noura, still smiling cheerfully, stood by her side.
Struggling to sit up and feeling as if her whole body had fallen apart, the humiliating scene in the car once again surfaced in her mind.
Elena winced in pain, shaking her head. "I don't want to take medicine, Noura. I want to go home."
Noura smiled. "Miss Walker, this is your home now. I've put Miss Walker's luggage in the storage room. If Miss Walker wants, I can go get it for you."
"Why does he treat me like this?"
"Miss Walker... actually, the owner meant that he saw Miss Walker's health was too weak, so by being here, you can have more nutrition."
Elena ignored her. More nutrition?! It was clear that he just wanted to satisfy his perverted desires.
"Miss Walker, I have made some arrangements. A doctor will come to examine you at 2 pm. From now on, you must eat every three hours..."
Elena's ears were practically numb. "Enough, Noura. Can I have some quiet time alone, please?"
"Of course, Miss Walker. If you need anything, you can call me on the internal line."
What kind of examination?
In the afternoon at two o'clock, as expected, a female doctor came to examine Elena's body.
When Elena saw the face of the female doctor, she was stunned.
Wasn't this the famous senior scholar, Marian Calvin, from England? Last year, their school had invited her to give a keynote speech at an academic conference. At that time, Elena had many questions she wanted to ask her, but before she could even get to the front, she was dragged away by security.
While still in astonishment, Dr. Calvin had already walked over with a smile and extended her hand to shake Elena's.
"Hello, I'm Marian Calvin. Are you Miss Elena, the hostess here?"
She appeared very modest, without any airs of being an expert. This feeling pleasantly surprised Elena.
As she shook hands with her, Elena trembled with nervousness. She was indeed Elena, but... she definitely wasn't the hostess here.
"Noura, please bring Dr. Calvin a cup of tea," Elena warmly greeted, as she deeply respected her as a senior.
Marian quickly waved her hand. "No need, no need. Let me examine your body first!"
"Oh, actually, I'm perfectly fine. There's nothing wrong," Elena replied.
Marian glanced at Elena up and down. "We seem to have met somewhere before."
Elena was about to say yes, but then immediately shook her head. "No!"
How could she let her know that she was a mistress?!
"Mr. Al-Farouk told me that you... lose consciousness during lovemaking!" Marian spoke very straightforwardly.
Elena's face immediately flushed red. That bastard, actually bringing up such a thing! Shameless, absolutely shameless!
"Ah... that's not true! Don't listen to his nonsense!" Elena protested.
Understandingly, Marian smiled and said, "Just let me check, it's no big deal. Don't be nervous, it'll be fine soon."
As the two were in this dilemma, a mocking voice suddenly sounded abruptly.
"Do you think that if I were to ask for the examination, you would cooperate?"
Elena was taken aback and turned around to see that Hassan had walked in at some point.
He stood in front of her, towering over her by a whole head, looking down on her. The luxurious and elegant Armani suit he wore accentuated his noble aura.
That sinister smile sent chills down Elena's spine.
She immediately took a step back and then turned to look at Marian, compromisingly saying, "I'll do the examination, I'll do it..."