( Warning: Partly sensitive and use of violence )

Erika

The man named Xavier pulled me out of the small room and began dragging me somewhere.

I realized it was an elevator after hearing the machine’s beeping sound. It was moving upward and stopped after a few minutes.

I counted the elevator’s beeps—nearly thirty times.

I was calculating in my head from our first destination, and if I was correct, we were now on the thirty-fifth floor, which was only accessible to VIPs.

The entire thirty-fifth floor was filled with luxurious suites, just as Laila had boasted to me during our wait in the suite earlier. They dragged me into one of the suites, and Xavier opened the door with a key card.

Every machine produced a distinct sound for a specific activity, and I could recognize each one.

They pushed me into the suite. After a while, all but one of the footsteps faded away—and I recognized his.

I could hear his footsteps getting closer. He stood too close, ignoring my discomfort.

He removed my blindfold and allowed me to witness the scene before me. I adjusted my eyes to the light and took in my surroundings.

The suite was spacious—four times larger than Victor’s. The black wooden flooring gleamed with its expensive finish, and there were two separate bedrooms, as well as a bar, living room, and dining area.

The entire space was covered in luxurious and elegant décor. I was lost in my observation when a hand began ripping at my dress and caressing my bare shoulder.

Nervousness and disgust churned inside me at Xavier’s actions.

I looked at him, and his eyes reflected only one emotion: lust. I forced a fake smile and grabbed at his hand to remove it from my body, but he tightened his grip on my wrist and wrapped his arms around my waist.

He tried to kiss me. I pushed against him, fighting for space.

My resistance was cut short when I felt a stinging pain on my left cheek. Xavier had slapped me so hard that I lost my balance. Gravity pulled me down to the floor.

Before I could collect myself, Xavier grabbed a fistful of my hair and yanked me to my feet. My head went numb, and my scalp burned like fire.

“Bitch! I paid three million for you. I have every right to use you however I see fit. Now be a good slave, serve your master, and never push me again—or I’ll throw you back into the same gutter where I found you.” His words were harsh as he dragged me into one of the rooms. He shoved me onto a bed.

He started ripping at my dress again. I tried to resist, but his fist struck my stomach, leaving me dizzy.

I could barely keep my eyes open until cold water splashed across my face, snapping me back to consciousness.

Xavier stood over me with an empty jar in his hand.

“You will not faint until I’m finished with you. I want you awake all night. I want to hear you scream and beg me to stop,” he said firmly, tearing away the rest of my dress.

I was left in nothing but my undergarments, my face burning with humiliation and fury.

“It’s not like that, Master,” I stammered, forcing my voice into a pitiful whisper. “The previous Master refused to let me bathe for days…and I wasn’t even allowed to use the bathroom. It might be infected down there. Please, let me wash first, M-Master.”

It was only an excuse, but I prayed he would accept it. My lips trembled as I bit them nervously.

“Fine. Hurry up! I can’t wait any longer. Don’t lock the door, and be back within five minutes,” he snapped with pure irritation.

He pointed toward what I assumed was the bathroom. Pinching the bridge of his nose, he reluctantly let me go.

I darted inside and took a deep breath to steady myself. The washroom, though as luxurious as the suite, hardly registered in my mind. I had no time to admire it.

I inspected everything—windows, showcases, anything that could aid my escape—but found nothing useful. Then, sitting helplessly on the toilet, I noticed the ventilation grate.

If I could open it, I could crawl into the ducts.

Climbing onto the bowl, I checked the bolts. They were tightly fastened. I needed something sharp to loosen them—and then I remembered the fruit knife on the dining table.

I stored the plan in my mind.

“Are you dead in there?” Xavier’s furious voice boomed outside the door, every word laced with impatience.

I jumped down quickly from the bowl.

“How long does it take to clean yourself—?” he barged inside angrily but froze when I greeted him with a seductive smile.

In an instant, his anger faded into eager fascination.

“Let me please you, Master.” I whispered softly, and his lips curved into a grin. Fool. He’d fallen perfectly into my trap.

I tugged at his tie, unbuttoned his shirt, and let the fabric drop to the floor. My hands moved to his belt as I stripped him down to his boxers.

His eyes gleamed with anticipation.

“Want to try something new, Master?” I asked innocently.

He lit up. “Sure…why not?”

I led him to the bed, guiding him to lie down. Using his belt, I tied his wrists to the headboard.

“I didn’t realize Vincent trained his slaves for this kind of kinky stuff…I’m loving it,” Xavier said, excitement dripping from his tone.

I smirked.

“Of course Vincent prepared us well, Sir.” I cooed sweetly—then stuffed his mouth with tissues and gagged him with his own tie before he could react.

His eyes widened in shock.

I slapped him across the face as hard as he had slapped me earlier.

Then I rushed to the walk-in closet, grabbed an untouched white shirt, and slipped it over my body.

Moving back to the dining area, I grabbed the fruit knife I had noticed earlier. Escaping through the main door was impossible—the guards were still stationed outside. My only option was the ventilation shaft.

When I returned, Xavier was thrashing helplessly against his restraints, panic flooding his eyes at the sight of the knife in my hand.

I laughed darkly. “Ha ha ha!” His fear didn’t move me in the slightest.

Dragging a chair into the bathroom, I climbed up, loosened the bolts with the knife, and after some effort, managed to pry the grate open.

My thin frame allowed me to slip perfectly into the ventilation shaft.

Clutching the knife, I crawled forward through the ducts, using my elbows and forearms to push myself along.

I didn’t know where it would lead, but I hoped with everything in me—this time, I would escape.

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