Chapter 4 Own

• "Eat."
• The food that was placed in front of me astounded me. As he sat in front of me, I observed him. I have no idea where I am, but the tears won't stop. There is so much rage running through my mind. I wanted to hurl the food that had been brought to me at him. I don't have the appetite, but the food seems expensive. I was at a loss for words as I tried to take it all in.
• A while ago I was still at our house, pleading with my father to spare me, and now I'm here. That must be what it costs me, then. My father can't let go of the idea of paying $50 million for a lifetime sex slave. That’s a lot.
• "Papa, please say no!" I begged my father as he signed a piece of paper that the man had given him.
• A cold slash of a check was handed to my father immediately after he signed everything without even giving me a glance, and he did it all with an evil grin on his face.
• Now that we're in a pricey restaurant, the man is staring at me with a different set of eyes, and I turn to face him while my expression is frozen in place. My tears continue to fall.
• "You don't like the food?" he asked me softly.
• I gave him a furious look in my eyes. When compared to his previous eyes, his current eyes are very different. He now exudes a calmer, softer demeanor. His hair has become a little more unkempt, and his features are more defined.
• I say with gritted teeth, "I don't like you."
• His eyes grew icy. Damn. How can his feelings fluctuate so quickly? Why does every expression he makes seem to be unique as well? He adjusted his position in his chair and put his fist in front of his lips.
• I saw his demonic smile before speaking again.
• "Well, then, I'm sorry, young lady. I like you very much. " The sides of his lips rose, screaming evilness.
• My pupils trembled. I fist-pumped beneath the table. I'm desperate to leave this place. Or, at the very least, slosh the water into his face. This evening certainly did not live up to my expectations. I still recall the beginning of my day. My health was good. I was okay and in good shape. It wasn't until I noticed his car outside our house, which he had brought me for $50 million, that I realized I was being served a feast in front of him.
• I muttered under my breath, "I hate you."
• I started crying as I noticed his lips forming fine lines. His jaw clenched sternly. He leaned against the table and arched his brows slightly.
• He said in a flat tone, "Either you eat, or you'll regret what I'll do to you."
• I swallowed. My anger is still raging in my heart.
• He repeated his order, "Eat," and sat back down.
• My breathing accelerated and became rough. I quickly snatched up everything I could reach while my tears continued to flow. There are various dishes, desserts, and other items on the four-person table where we are sitting. I ate everything without stopping. I resemble a ravenous vigor that hasn't eaten for a long time. I didn't even allow a brief period of silence for my mouth.
• This is what he wants? Then I’ll do it!
• I didn’t even use a spoon or fork. I made sure to finish every dish because he had only given me a glass of red wine and was simply staring at me. While my tears were still running, I used my hand to eat the cheesecake, and that's when I felt his hand grab my wrist to stop me.
• I halted midway. He is clenching his teeth so firmly that I can see veins beginning to appear on his neck. I fought off his intense looks.
• "Do you realize how important this day is to me?" I spoke while still in that position.
• The lump on his throat moved. Instead of responding, he grabbed the slice of cake I was holding and reached for the napkin to wipe my hand. I observed him doing it. It feels like we are engaged in a cold war; nobody wants to give up, so everything is just combat.
• He seriously wiped my hands and then used his thumb to wipe my lips.
• He simply uttered, "I know."
• My nose flared. I want to hurt him badly.
• "I, too, have waited half my entire life for this day."
• He gently placed my hand on the table. He got up and went behind my seat, and I felt my knees buckle. I could feel his gentle touch on my back. My head is spinning from the intoxicating scent of him.
• He quickly places his head on the side of my head, and I gasp. I was frozen in place because if I moved, my lips would inevitably come into contact with his face. Right now, it appears that he is imprisoning me from behind. His solid chest was rubbing against the back of mine. I observed how his hands moved across the table. He carefully placed the folded napkin on my lap after retrieving it.
• "Sixteenth day of September…" He placed the cutlery on my sides. I gasped again when he held both of my hands and placed them on the top of the table, on top of the cutlery. "I own this beautiful lady right here," he whispered in my ears.
• I would have fallen to the ground if I hadn't sat down because my knees would have turned to jelly. I have no choice but to gulp as my throat becomes increasingly tight. I'm making every effort not to move. I felt as though I had lost all of my courage.
• "Now eat your food properly, and don’t wait for me to shove the spoon into your mouth, alright?" His husky voice whispered to me again.
• "Understand?"
• I almost stopped breathing when he smacked the table all of a sudden. I nodded right away.
• He then smirked. He left the position, and only then did I breathe easily. I watched him sit in his seat and loosen his tie before another evil smile appeared on his lips. He is evil.
• You’ll pay for this. I’ll make sure of that.