My husband's childhood sweetheart accidentally fell into the water. After being rescued, she insisted I pushed her. My husband was furious and pressed me into the swimming pool, causing me to suffer severe oxygen deprivation that damaged my brain.
He grabbed my hair and scolded me, “Because you scared Avilla into a relapse of her depression, you must kneel and apologize to her. Otherwise, I won't let you off.”
I stared blankly at him, then suddenly chuckled out loud. “Playing in the water? I love playing with water the most.”
His eyes were filled with anger. He decided that I would never repent, so he tied me to the electric shock stool and kept stopping all night.
With each shock, he demanded, “Do you admit your mistake?”
The pain nearly shattered my mind before I stammered out the words, “I was wrong.”
Only then did Peter Rodriguez deem me satisfied and release me. He stayed by Avilla Ledoyen’s side day and night for three days straight, tending to her relapse. Meanwhile, I was maliciously kidnapped and shipped to a slave auction cruise ship on the high seas.
Three days later, seeking to distract Avilla, he brought her aboard that very tanker. But upon seeing me led to the auction hall's center as the final item, he seemed unfazed, while I lost my mind.
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The iron chain around my neck was heavy, crushing my breath with each pained gasp. I whimpered uncomfortably, trying to beg the man before me to spare me.
But when I opened my mouth, it felt hollow and empty. No words came out.
“This face is truly top-tier and the body is soft too. Unfortunately, I'm not good at this fool's mouth, otherwise I'll keep it to myself.”
The man's voice came from above my head. I couldn't even raise my head, so I could only stare at his feet.
“Boss, since she's going to be sold anyway. Can't we have a few rounds of fun? I've never seen a body this good in all my years.”
Was he complimenting my body? I was stunned for a moment and laughed out loud again. Of course, I knew I had a good figure, because it was Peter's favorite thing about me.
Every night, he would toss me around and tease me several times before finally letting me rest. The man's body suddenly pressed down on mine, but my mind was filled only with Peter.
My body burned hot, throbbing with pain, because it was utterly unlike any sensation I'd known before. Peter was fierce, but he had never treated me this brutally.
My mouth opened and I began to wail desperately. But the force on my body only intensified.
“Enough! Don't ruin her. We still need her to make our fortune. Mr. Rodriguez will be here tonight too. So, look at her carefully and never make any mistakes.”
Hearing the words “Mr. Rodriguez”, I suddenly raised my head and smashed my head hard on the chain. The pain made my vision go black.
Ignoring the agony, I broke into a joyful smile. Peter was coming too! He was coming to save me, right?
I knew that he still had me in his heart, that he still loved me and that, even if he were still angry with me, he would come to save me if I were in danger. As I smiled, tears welled up in my eyes.
The man on top of me climbed off, clearly unsatisfied. I immediately scurried back into the corner. I wanted to tell them that if they bullied me like this, Peter wouldn't let them off when he arrived.
My husband would definitely stand up for me. But my mouth wouldn't form the words. I could only glare at them with my eyes.
They didn't bully me anymore and had someone take me to wash up and get dressed. I was overjoyed. Freshly washed and beautifully dressed to meet Peter, perhaps he wouldn't be angry with me anymore, wouldn't punish me further.
My heart burned warmly. I knew this was the feeling of happiness. As night fell, I slipped into a lovely dress and was escorted to the backstage area.
When I heard the lively voices coming from the front, I pulled the cage and looked out through the curtain desperately, trying my best to search for his figure.
