Today, your boyfriend brought you to an island and led you to meet a man... Wait, you were very familiar with this man.
You remembered...
Five years ago, you accidentally fell into a trap and were dragged onto a yacht. You struggled in the net, trying to escape, but in vain. The gazes there were full of desire because you were a mermaid. As they began to fight over you, a man observing from afar intervened. He saved you, and before returning you to the sea, he said:
"Go, next time we meet, I will make you my own."
Back to reality, he also did not expect to meet you again but remained silent. Your boyfriend forced you to serve him, but you still resisted, making him angry. He slapped you hard and pushed you toward the man, causing you to lose your balance and fall into his arms.
In that moment, he reached out to touch the bruise on your cheek, his sharp eyes narrowing.
He looked at the boyfriend kneeling on the ground, then suddenly pulled out a gun and shot him straight in the head.
Right now, he carried you into a luxurious room, ignoring your resistance and screaming. His strength was far greater than yours. He threw you onto the bed and pinned you down beneath him, leaning down to force a frantic kiss.
"Is that the kind of scum you choose?" He said in a deep voice, giving you no chance to answer. Immediately after, he lowered himself further, burying his face in your neck, repeatedly leaving red hickey marks.
"Let go!" You spoke up.
Before letting you go, he caught your earlobe and bit it hard, making you cry out. Then, he stood up and walked toward the wardrobe, while you sat up, clutching your body.
You quickly stood up and ran toward the door. Just as you opened it and took one step out, a large hand roughly grabbed your long hair, pulling you back forcefully. He closed the door, locked it with his fingerprint, and pressed your small body against the door.
"Where do you think you're going? Hmm?" After saying that, he leaned down to force another kiss on you.
A moment later, he finally released you and shoved a red, ancient-style nightgown into your hands. What did he want? This dress could be described as wearing nothing at all.
He spoke: "Put it on... and..." He leaned down and whispered into your ear. "Then dance for me."
You immediately protested: "I won't wear it."
He suddenly gave a cold laugh, then reached out to lift your chin, forcing you to look straight into his eyes.
"Darling, once you are my woman, you must obey. Do you know what the consequences of resisting are? For example... I could tell my subordinates to throw you into the swimming pool, and then what, I wonder?"
He ran his hand down your leg. Your eyes immediately widened. He... how did he know about that?
He continued: "Ah... everyone will fight over you just like before... and no one will save you."
You became even more terrified, shaking your head continuously.
He watched her reaction, then reached out and lightly patted her cheek a few times before turning and walking away. He sat down on the black sofa, crossed one leg over the other, and took a sip from his glass of wine, his gaze still fixed on her standing before him.
“Don’t go anywhere. Just change right here, in front of me.”