Chapter 536 Damian's Woman, Played
"Having sex with her wasn't enough, you had to chop off her hand too?" April mocked.
Chad listlessly fiddled with a Rubik's cube, scrambling it and then solving it again, his hands moving quickly, able to align the same-colored squares within seconds. "Not satisfying enough."
When they first kidnapped Selene, everyone was quite young, especially Selene, a seventeen or eighteen-year-old girl, delicate and tender like a doll, with her hands tied, curled up in a corner, her big eyes filled with anger and fear.
Touch her, and she would react like she was electrocuted, growling in resistance, her whole body bristling like a porcupine.
Chad reminisced about the first time he had sex with her.
He couldn't remember the process clearly, but after taking the drug, Selene was very obedient, very docile, and even very proactive, clinging to him and constantly asking for more.
Then, Chad saw a large bloodstain on the bed sheet.
Her first time.
At that moment, he admitted he felt extremely satisfied, even laughing uncontrollably in the room.
Damian's woman, defiled by him completely!
Thinking about Damian's furious face, Chad was extremely excited.
Later, when the drug wore off and Selene woke up, she hugged her knees helplessly in the corner, crying non-stop, her voice hoarse and unable to speak.
That night, he didn't have Selene tied up, and then that foolish Selene slit her wrists in the bathroom. Fortunately, she was discovered in time, which provided the second, third, and countless more times of pleasure.
April said men are no good, and Chad didn't deny it.
No matter how beautiful the woman, no matter how tender the body, after sleeping with her many times, touching her many times, one would get tired of it.
The numb Selene no longer resisted, no longer swore to die rather than submit, just lay there numbly, letting him do as he pleased.
Gradually, he lost interest.
When was the last time? Chad couldn't even remember.
Then, Ashley's face appeared in his mind.
A sinister, lecherous smile naturally spread across his face. He really, really wanted to have sex with her fiercely!
April sneered, "Your smile is greasy, tone it down."
Chad raised the corners of his mouth, mimicking the innocent smile of a new generation idol, "It's been a while since I visited my lover, I'll go see her."
Volcano Building, three floors underground.
Outsiders would never imagine that this towering building on Wall Street had three underground floors, hiding a mysterious world.
Below, it included housing, gardens, an armory, a parking lot, and a swimming pool, no different from a villa above ground.
Except there was no sunlight here, all lighting depended on lamps.
Selene sat in a chair, staring blankly at the fish tank.
A few goldfish swam back and forth day after day.
She was also a goldfish trapped in a cage, forever unable to swim out of this dark, sunless zone.
From seventeen to now, over ten years, she gradually adapted to being a prisoner, being a fool.
If she hadn't met Damian that day, her life, as dead as ashes, would probably have continued like this forever, then one day she would die quietly.
Damian.
Selene touched the spot where the bullet went through, feeling a faint pain, reminding her she was alive.
It was worth it, after surviving so many years, using her battered, dirty body to block a bullet for him, it was worth it.
"Is it the wound that hurts, or your heart?"
Chad's voice suddenly came. Selene was stunned for a moment, then put down her hand, leaned back in the chair, and closed her eyes to rest.
Without any makeup, living underground for a long time, her face was pale, her long hair flowing, a loose white silk dress covering her body, revealing her slender ankles, with deep marks visible on them.
"What are you here for?" Selene's voice was cold and emotionless, like a dead piece of wood, lifeless.
Chad sat in the chair next to her, crossed his legs, turned sideways, and looked at her still beautiful face, "After all these years, you still love him?"
Selene closed her eyes, silent.
Chad's large hand rudely reached into her clothes, touching the scar of her wound, frowning, "What a pity, such a perfect body, with a scar."
Selene was numb, unfeeling.
Chad's long fingers brushed her thick eyelashes, "Damian doesn't love you anymore, he's married, a father, his life is perfect."
Selene still didn't react, as if she were deaf.
Chad said, "I made a deal with him, asked him to hand over my people, he said..."
Chad played a recording, and Damian's emotionless response came through.
"Just a woman defiled by you, not worth my stake."
Selene's eyes moved slightly, her face still calm and unmarked.
Chad smiled, deliberately repeating it, as if stabbing a knife, pulling it out, and stabbing again, "In his eyes, you're just a ruined flower, not worth any effort, what do you like about this kind of man?"
Chad impatiently grabbed her jaw, squeezing hard, almost crushing Selene's delicate bones, "Open your eyes and look at me, speak!"
Selene, in pain, was forced to open her eyes. "I've lost my value, you can kill me."
Chad laughed, "Killing you is too easy, but keeping you has many uses."
Selene gritted her teeth.
"We have so many videos, I want to send some to Damian, which ones do you think are good? Your first time? The time you were kneeling? Or the time against the wall? Or, the threesome?"
Chad smiled, as if discussing daily meals.
Selene's face twisted, her eyes filled with blood, her fingers clawing madly, screaming hoarsely, "You dare! I'll kill you! I'll kill you, kill you! I'll die with you!!"
Chad's face suddenly turned cold, easily locking her wrists, pressing hard, pinning her to the chair, looking down at the furious, broken Selene, "Damian still doesn't know my true identity, should I tell him? He's really stupid, hasn't found out who the founder of Volcano is after all this time."
Selene's neck veins bulged, crisscrossing hideously, "Madman! You'll die a horrible death! A horrible death!"
Chad yanked her up, throwing her to the floor.
Selene, battered, in pain all over, lay on the floor silently shedding tears.
She wasn't worthy of Damian, she was too dirty, too dirty, not a clean inch of skin on her body, rotten inside and out.
"Why are you doing this to him? Damian never hurt you, why are you doing this?!"
Chad shrugged, "A father's debt is paid by the son, but his father won't have it easy either. Be good, when I get what I want, I'll give you freedom."
With that, Chad walked away with his head held high.
April shook her head, walked over to help Selene up, "Accept your fate, you're Damian's woman."
Selene clenched her fists tightly.
She couldn't die, she had to live to find a way to see Damian, to tell him about Chad's dark secrets!
Damian hadn't received any more news about Volcano, while negative news about Volcano continued to ferment.
The increased investigation into Selene still had no leads, Selene had disappeared without a trace.
Selene still had value, at least she wouldn't die, but could she protect herself?
Sleepless all night, he watched the sun slowly break the horizon.
Ashley hadn't come home all night.
She deliberately indulged herself at Blue Star, was it to show him on purpose?
Damian pressed his temples, called Theo, "Theo, do me a favor."
Blue Star Club.
Waking up with a hangover, Ashley's head was splitting, she forced herself to get up, but as soon as she did, she felt dizzy, her body swayed and she fell back down.
Squinting her eyes open, the room was filled with a strong smell of smoke.
Ashley had drunk too much, her head was empty, her memory stuck on chatting with Hendrix... right, where was Hendrix?
Pressing the remote, the electric switch slowly opened, the bright sunlight outside instantly filled every corner of the room, messy bottles and glasses, a table full of cigarette ashes and butts, and shoes scattered around.
But where was Hendrix?
Ashley stood up, holding onto the sofa, but after just two steps, her stomach churned, and she staggered to the bathroom, vomiting messily.
She remembered saying a lot last night, she rejected Hendrix, the content was very straightforward and cruel.
Then they drank one glass after another, talking, both of them acting crazy.
And then... nothing.
Ashley pounded her head with both hands, it hurt so much, like someone had covered her head and beaten it for twenty minutes, her brain was shattered, boiling in her skull, churning madly.
She struggled out of the bathroom, suddenly seeing a pair of black leather shoes, her gaze slowly moving up, black trousers, black belt, white shirt.
Damian?
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