Chapter 812 - You Will Regret This (R16) (1/2)

Beatrice knew that they must be waiting for someone, but what she couldn't understand was why her?

They weren't interested in money - she didn't have much anyway. She wasn't some rich heiress either.

It just didn't make any sense.

The only possibility was the people she kept company with.

The Smiths?

Possible, since she's their PA.

Yet, the ones here all reeked 'hoodlum' and it was hard for her to imagine that anyone this low could use such tactics against Kyle.

The only ones that she ever had this sort of 'feeling' was from Nitocris, albeit in a much more dignified and regal manner. If you could actually call it that.

In short, 'mafia' came to mind.

Though it was weird to label 'dignified' with 'mafia', it was apt with Nitocris.

Though the aura around Nitocris and the guy behind her was like Heaven and Earth. With Nitocris being the top of the chain and the one behind at the bottom.

She hadn't thought much about Nitocris and the impression he gave because Xing Han was his partner. With that bundle of fluffy joy, who could truly see Nitocris in any bad light, right?

It was the same with the twins.

She had that vague sense and vibe from them, but nothing truly dangerous. She just put it down that the twins were 'cold' due to the business they were in. How they were at work was of no concern of hers.

Only how they treated her and how she felt about them.

Now, however, all those inklings and 'feelings' that, on its own, were nothing - when put together …

Nitocris. The twins. This situation.

Her eye twitched when a possibility entered her mind.

If it was like how she thought it would be, those twins had a lot of explaining to do. This was not a small matter and hiding it from her when they were wooing her felt like they had cheated on her.

Suddenly, the handcuffs and leg cuffs seemed to be very good gifts indeed. Once this was all over, she may just need to use them.

Beatrice had no doubt that the twin would come and save her. She couldn't quite say why she had that confidence - she just did. All that was needed was time.

So, she didn't mind having to wait.

The longer this took, the better the chances of the twins arriving.

Goon A couldn't help but be impressed by the woman who was rather calm, considering the situation. Granted, she did look slightly nervous but that was to be expected, right?

Most women would be blubbering idiots who would be scared out of their wits by now while those in the 'industry' would be trying to seduce him to let them go.

He couldn't help but run the blade on her skin again, just to make her nervous.

He liked making people shiver in fear.

Beatrice s.u.c.k.e.d in some air in shock as she felt the cold steel that had been lying flat on her stomach start to move.

What was the guy doing? Was he going to kill her?

They were in a remote spot after all, with hardly any people or traffic around. If she was stabbed to death here, her body would probably only be found much later.

But why would he only make a move now?

She felt the blade go up, with the blunt side running itself on her skin until it reached below her b.r.e.a.s.ts. She gritted her teeth as she felt it push her b.r.e.a.s.ts up while his thumb started touching the side of her b.r.e.a.s.ts.

She turned to glare at him, only to see his lecherous gaze fixed on her c.h.e.s.t. Throwing caution to the wind, she was going to grab that offending hand when he twisted the knife.

Beatrice gasped, feeling the cold blade being right inbetween her b.r.e.a.s.ts with the sharp point facing outward. It was a miracle (or perhaps, a testament of his skill) that she was not cut when he had done that.

The guy snickered.

Beatrice glared at him and said, ”I wouldn't do that if I was you.”

He didn't flinch, ”Ooo, I'm so scared. Well, you're not me and I would definitely be doing this.”

He started moving the knife, slowly cutting through her bra while he stared at her. Wanting to see her despair. Wanting her to beg him.

Instead, she was looking indignant and angry.

He started l.i.c.k.i.n.g his lips, saying, ”Once the boss is done with you, we're all going to have a turn. It won't be long before you'll start begging to die.”

Beatrice pressed her lips tightly closed together, angry beyond belief. However, she didn't dare move as the knife was extremely sharp. One wrong move and it's more than likely he would stab her.

What the guy was doing was horrible, but not enough for her to risk her life to stop. Embarrassing, perhaps, but to get heavily injured - or die - for it?

No.

”Strong one, aren't we?” the guy continued to take a jibe at her, hoping for more of a reaction. He was severely disappointed that she didn't struggle, or fight.