Chapter 359 She Must Survive
After driving for over an hour, Brian finally reached a small dock by the sea on the outskirts of the city. Parking the car, he swiftly got out and moved to the back seat.
Covering Teresa, still unconscious, with his coat, he then hoisted her out and towards a speedboat waiting at the dock.
Upon seeing Brian loading her onto the boat, a man in his sixties, without a word, fired up the engine and steered the speedboat toward a fish farm floating a few miles off the dock.
Scattered across the sea were several fish farms frequently visited by fishing enthusiasts and tourists. All were equipped with the necessary amenities, including guest rooms for overnight stays.
The farm Brian took Teresa to was deserted that evening—no anglers, no visitors, yet it was well-lit.
After navigating through the turbulent waves for about twenty minutes, they reached the fish farm. Brian carried Teresa straight to one of the guest rooms. He locked the door, then tossed her onto the bed.
The bed in the guest room was far from soft. Brian's lack of gentleness in his actions caused Teresa, already unconscious for hours, to slightly furrow her brow, and her heavy eyelids began to flutter open.
Seeing signs of her waking up, Brian didn't worry. Instead, he smirked with satisfaction and began to tear at her clothes.
Wrapped in only Brian's jacket over her underwear and bra, Teresa was left virtually exposed.
The jacket was torn away, and not a single piece of fabric on her was spared.
Brian showed no mercy, tearing at her clothes with all his strength.
"Ugh..." The pain from the rough treatment jerked Teresa towards consciousness, and she let out a soft groan, her eyes fully opening as clarity began seeping into her groggy mind.
In the dim, ambiguous light of the room, the sight of a stranger's blurred, weary face suddenly brought her to a greater state of alertness.
"Who are you?" Teresa asked, her voice foggy, her head throbbing as if crushed by something heavy.
Brian, toying with a set of chains at the foot of the bed, glanced up at her voice. His lips curled into a satisfied, sinister smile. In the next instant, he reached out, grabbed Teresa's ankle, and pulled...
"Ah!"
She was yanked forcefully towards the foot of the bed, a cry escaping her lips, snapping her further to reality.
Where was she? How did she end up here? And who was this man?
Suddenly, the memory rushed back to Teresa: the moment she left the restroom in the nightclub. A janitor with a white cloth attacked her, covering her mouth and nose. She fought for a brief moment, and then darkness enveloped her.Suddenly, the memory flashed through Teresa's mind: the moment leaving the restroom in the nightclub. A janitor with a white cloth lunged at her, smothering her mouth and nose. She struggled briefly, and then darkness had claimed her.
‘She I’ve had been kidnapped!’
As Teresa remained dazed, Brian swiftly secured one of her legs to the bedpost with the chain. Despite her instincts urging her to fight, Teresa found herself weak, barely able to lift her legs.As Teresa remained dazed, Brian swiftly secured one of her legs to the bedpost with the chain.
Teresa's instincts urged her to fight, but she found herself weak, barely managing to lift her legs.
"Who are you? What do you want?"
Realizing the gravity of her situation, panic inevitably set in.
At the foot of the bed, Brian relished her helpless shouts and futile struggles. Smirking wickedly, he easily restrained her other leg with another chain.
"Tell me who you are. What do you want? I'll pay anything, whatever you ask, as long as it's within my power. Let me go."
Teresa tried desperately to struggle again, but it was no use; she could muster no strength.
Gazing at her feet shackled at the foot of the bed, panic and fear surged through Teresa like a tsunami, overwhelming her in an instant. She understood the man's intentions, and it terrified her even more than the night Gabriel had inexplicably forced himself upon her.Staring at her feet shackled at the foot of the bed, panic and fear like she'd never known flooded in like a tsunami, overwhelming her in an instant. She realized what the man intended to do to her, and it terrified her a hundred times more than that night when Gabriel had inexplicably dragged her into his room and taken her by force.
Despite the unprecedented terror, Teresa clung to the last shreds of her sanity, trying to negotiate with the man before her.
After securing Teresa's feet to the end of the bed, Brian finally turned his head, looked her directly in the eyes, and then slowly crawled toward her.
Teresa's heart raced with fear as she watched him approach like a ghostly figure. She raised her fists, punching out wildly at the man crawling towards her.
But her punches were like mere raindrops, posing no threat to Brian at all.
"Get away, get away!" she screamed as the man drew nearer, turning her head away, closing her eyes, too afraid to look. "Don't touch me, please, don't touch me. I'll give you any amount of money you want. Just name your price!"
Brian laughed heartily at the sight of Teresa trembling beneath him, swinging her fists futilely. He easily caught her flailing hands, trapping her firmly. "Teresa, did you ever imagine you'd be lying beneath me?" he taunted.
His voice echoed with an eerie familiarity, sending a chill down Teresa's spine. In a sudden rush of terror, she reluctantly opened her eyes and looked up at the man standing above her—Brian. However, to her horror, she realized that this was not the same Brian she once knew. He appeared transformed, his demeanor no longer gentle and cultured but instead unrecognizable, filling her with a sense of dread unlike anything she had ever experienced before.His voice sounded eerily familiar.
In a flash of terror, Teresa opened her eyes and looked up at the man above her—Brian.
The person trapping her was Brian, a transformed man. From the gentle and cultured demeanor he had shown before, he was now an entirely unrecognizable figure.
Looking at Brian's face — haggard, unshaven, and twisted with a terrifying and sinister expression — Teresa realized she was in deep trouble.
She was done for.!
With others, she might have been able to entice them with money or offers of interest. Not with Brian, thoughhowever.
Gabriel had cost him his manhood, and Brian hated Gabriel—hated her even more. Hate that couldn't be soothed by money; otherwise, he wouldn't have kidnapped her in the first place.
Brian's only goal in taking her was to torment her while humiliating Gabriel. To him, the thrill of revenge outweighed everything else.
He was a psychopath, a twisted individual.
At that moment, faced with Brian's unbridled and savage visage, Teresa felt an unprecedented fear and despair coil around her, almost suffocating her.
"Brian, please... let's not do anything rash. Just let me go; I promise no one will harm you. Whatever you want, Gabriel and I will find a way to fulfill your demands."
Although panic-stricken and terrified, Teresa tried to calm herself down, earnestly attempting to reason with Brian. If persuasion failed, at the very least, she needed to buy time.
Every second delayed was a victory in itself.
Bound and knowing her bodyguards would soon realize she was missing, Teresa was certain Gabriel would find her quickly. Unable to escape, she relied on Gabriel to rescue her. Waiting for him felt agonizing, but it was her only hope. Time was running out, and she desperately needed Gabriel to arrive and save her.She was bound. Her bodyguards would surely notice her absence immediately. Gabriel would stop at nothing to find her.
She had to stall for time, waiting for Gabriel to come to her rescue.
Yes, stalling time was now of the essence.
"Let you go?! Ha-ha..." As Teresa's complexion turned deathly pale, Brian burst into crazed laughter as if he had heard the funniest joke in the world.
Teresa, watching his distorted face, felt a chill run through her as fear spiked every hair on her body.
"Do you think Gabriel will let me off the hook?!" Brian glared at her, his eyes ablaze with a near-cannibalistic rage and resentment. "Are you too naive, or am I?"
"He will. He'll listen to me. Just release me now, and I assure you he won't make things difficult."
Before she could finish her sentence, Brian's head forcefully descended, sealing her lips with unerring precision, silencing all her unspoken words.
Teresa's eyes widened in terror, and the moment she realized what was happening, she pushed against him with all her might.
But it was utterly futile., utterly futile.
She had no strength; her legs were locked, her hands were bound, she couldn't move, she couldn't even shake her head.
"Mm... Mm..."
Despite her weakness, despite being immobilized, Teresa still gave it her all to resist.
"Ah!"
Annoyed by Teresa's defiance, Brian bit down on her lower lip with force. Teresa screamed in pain, the taste of blood instantly spreading between her lips and teeth.
