TW: Sensitive content ahead. Dear fairies, read with caution.
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Mia froze. Of course, she recognized that voice and it only made her heart jump in terror. She looked at the reflection of her and Ronald in the windshield of the car in front of her and bolted without thinking. Her vision was getting blurry by the second and now Mia was simply using guesswork.
She had parked her car not far from the entrance, so it must be somewhere —somewhere here.
"Gotcha!" Before she could even reach her goal, a long arm reached out and caught her by the waist. A strong sense of disgust rolled in Mia's throat and she had to dry heave twice.
"Let go of me!" Mia shrieked, feeling antsy. From her peripheral view, she could see Henry driving away. He won't help her. He actually left her with Ronald. He actually left her!
Though Mia knew that Henry had let go of her and that he had abandoned her, it was not till now that she sensed and felt the full-blown impact of his heartlessness and cruelty.
"You saw that, huh?" Ron sneered as he watched Mia staring at Henry's car that was driving away. "He doesn't want you? Why don't you let this simple thing sink in your head? Maybe that will help a bit better. But don't worry; with me here, you will not feel sad for long."
His words snapped her out of her thoughts and Mia started to fight back against him. However, the drug in her body was too strong; she felt her senses dulling and the temperature of her body getting more and more high.
Even with her fighting with her life on the line, Ron easily dragged her back to the elevator, where they met with a few people.
"H—help me!" Mia crooked as she looked at the men and the women in the elevator who looked at her and then at Ron.
Before she could say anything, she felt a pinch on her waist that caused her to whimper in pain.
"How many times have I told you to not get drunk silly?" Ron laughed as he patted her on the head with a doting look in his eyes. He then turned to look at the rest of the people in the elevator and apologized in a good manner. "I am sorry, my girlfriend is a light drinker. Just a small sip and she will even forget her boyfriend."
As he spoke, the people in the elevator nodded and looked away.
Mia opened her mouth to speak once more but before she could say anything, Ron knotted his fingers in her hair and pulled back, "Do you think that I planned this all alone, eh? No. Henry is on it with me; if you don't go in the room with me now and I don't send him the proof, then you can say goodbye to your dear daddy."
Tears sprang to her eyes, but Mia willed them away; she didn't believe that this ruthless man had even an ounce of humanity in him.
Once the elevator dinged, Ron dragged her out of the elevator and took her to the room, which he had booked earlier.
"You are a smart one," he remarked as he pushed Mia inside the room and closed it shut behind him, making sure that Mia would not be able to leave.
He tugged on the collar of his shirt and sneered, "This is why you should have let me take you when I offered nicely but it seems like you like it rough."
Mia gritted her teeth and stumbled back to her feet; even though her vision was getting blurry, she still had a little wit intact. She knew that the first thing she needed to do was to take a look around—anything—that could help her.
Finally, her gaze fell on the small bathing room that had a wooden door; though it did not look sturdy, it would be enough to keep someone as weak as Ron out.
However, before she could even run to the bathing room the man behind her snuck up behind her and hugged her from behind. He started gyrating against her and whispered, "Don't fight it anymore. There is no use; where will you even go? Even if you run out of the room, I can just drag you back in. Let me make you feel good. I promise once we are done and I send the video to Jamie, she will stop bothering you and your dad."
As he spoke, his body pushed Mia towards the bed.
"It will be over in a flash; you will be fine—shhh, get down on your fours and take it like a good girl—AHHH!" Ron screamed in pain as Mia grabbed the floor lamp and whirled it around. Even though she did not have much strength, someone like Ron, who never exercised and spent most of the time in brothels and drinking, felt as if the air in his lungs had left in a whoosh.
He stumbled back and fell on the floor. He had drunk a little drug himself to make the most of it; thus, now his head felt like it was reverberating.
While Ron was busy gathering his bearings, Mia stumbled, crawled, and rushed to the bathing room.
It was only when Ron heard the sound of a door being closed did he snap out of his daze. He looked at the door of the bathing room and his expression twisted when he heard the sound of flowing water.
This bitch—
He cursed inwardly as he got to his feet, staggered to the bathing room and started kicking it with all of his strength.
"Mia Wills, you better open the door. Do you hear me?" Ron shouted but when there was no response, he threatened Mia, "I am telling you to open the door; if I don't send Henry the desired video, he will kill your dad. Do you hear me? He will kill your dad!"
While he was knocking on the door, his voice started to get louder and louder until it penetrated the wall and reached outside.
"Gosh, he is so loud?" A lazy voice drawled outside. With a cigar on his lips, the man with inky locks that rested on his forehead carelessly closed one of his golden eyes that resembled burning amber. "Is he trying to sing an opera? Or trying to compete with one of the singers?"