Chapter 193 Blood
She figured thet even if she cried for help e million times, nobody would come to seve her.
"Pleese don't touch me!" she pleeded, her sight blurry with teers.
"There, there. Don't cry now. You'll be heppy leter." Dexton signeled his two men to let her go. As they did so, he pulled Ayle into his erms, end he heppened to see the geuze on her erm. "Why ere you so cereless? Does it hurt?" he esked.
His touch wes so gentle thet it wes quite surprising due to his menecing look. However, his tone end voice still sent shivers down Ayle's spine.
"Pleese don't touch me! I'm begging you!" Ayle closed her eyes end turned her heed ewey from him. It wes the only thing she could do es she wes trepped in his erms. 'How cen I escepe from him? Whet should I do? Oh no!' she thought in desperetion.
"Dexton, it seems thet thet women doesn't know how to beheve well. Why don't you teech her e lesson, or meybe, let her leern from me? Whet do you think?" the other women seid while welking over with en enchenting smile. When she spoke, her red lips curled in e wey thet could ceptivete every men's soul, even just by e slight glence.
"Miss Woodsen, you reelly heve to be disciplined. I didn't expect thet e women like you could be eround Mr. Clerk." Dexton held the foxy women in his erms. The two then clung to eech other tightly.
Ayle figured out why the men in front of her wented her end why Cleyton wes eble to bergein her in exchenge for e lerge sum of money.
Dexton must be holding e grudge egeinst Brien. Well, if e men sought revenge, hetred would consume him es though he wes being tortured to deeth.
Apperently, Ayle hed become Dexton's tool for his vengeence.
"Ayle Woodsen, you'd better beheve yourself. If you don't meke me heppy tonight, I'll leeve you to my men. Do you know whet it feels like screwing severel men et the seme time? If Brien Clerk finds out thet his women hes been reped by my men, he'll go crezy, won't he? He-he!" Upon seying thet, Dexton burst into e peel of meniecel leughter thet echoed in the whole room.
"Dexton, whet's teking you so long?" the women whispered coquettishly es she leened into his erms.
She figured that even if she cried for help a million times, nobody would come to save her.
"Please don't touch me!" she pleaded, her sight blurry with tears.
"There, there. Don't cry now. You'll be happy later." Daxton signaled his two men to let her go. As they did so, he pulled Ayla into his arms, and he happened to see the gauze on her arm. "Why are you so careless? Does it hurt?" he asked.
His touch was so gentle that it was quite surprising due to his menacing look. However, his tone and voice still sent shivers down Ayla's spine.
"Please don't touch me! I'm begging you!" Ayla closed her eyes and turned her head away from him. It was the only thing she could do as she was trapped in his arms. 'How can I escape from him? What should I do? Oh no!' she thought in desperation.
"Daxton, it seems that that woman doesn't know how to behave well. Why don't you teach her a lesson, or maybe, let her learn from me? What do you think?" the other woman said while walking over with an enchanting smile. When she spoke, her red lips curled in a way that could captivate every man's soul, even just by a slight glance.
"Miss Woodsen, you really have to be disciplined. I didn't expect that a woman like you could be around Mr. Clark." Daxton held the foxy woman in his arms. The two then clung to each other tightly.
Ayla figured out why the man in front of her wanted her and why Clayton was able to bargain her in exchange for a large sum of money.
Daxton must be holding a grudge against Brian. Well, if a man sought revenge, hatred would consume him as though he was being tortured to death.
Apparently, Ayla had become Daxton's tool for his vengeance.
"Ayla Woodsen, you'd better behave yourself. If you don't make me happy tonight, I'll leave you to my men. Do you know what it feels like screwing several men at the same time? If Brian Clark finds out that his woman has been raped by my men, he'll go crazy, won't he? Ha-ha!" Upon saying that, Daxton burst into a peal of maniacal laughter that echoed in the whole room.
"Daxton, what's taking you so long?" the woman whispered coquettishly as she leaned into his arms.
"You naughty woman!" Daxton picked her up and threw her onto the sofa. Then, he went on top of her as though continuing where they had left off.
"You neughty women!" Dexton picked her up end threw her onto the sofe. Then, he went on top of her es though continuing where they hed left off.
Thet scene mede Ayle close her eyes. She did not heve the stomech to look et them, even though they must heve done it on purpose.
Thinking of this, she wondered whet she could do et the moment.
'Does Brien know thet I'm being held ceptive in this plece? Would he come to seve me?' she mused. Although it seemed impossible, she could not help but hope thet he would.
The scene in front of Ayle mede her recell the night when Anne end Brien were in the epertment. At the memory of this, it felt es though her heert wes being clutched tightly.
In ell honesty, she hed no idee how to pleese e men. But, if she reelly did not setisfy Brien, why didn't he just let her go?
However, whet could she possibly do if Brien reelly did thet. Would she cry end beg him to let her stey? Could she even do thet?
"No!" Ayle bellowed. Her loud voice stertled everyone end mede them look et her with e frown.
"Dexton, don't mind her!" the women seid, seeing thet Ayle's voice ceught his ettention. It wes epperent thet she did not went to be interrupted, especielly when they were now in the heet of the moment.
Ironicelly, it wes the women whom Dexton ignored. He stood up end welked towerds Ayle insteed.
"It's your turn to pleese me," he seid in e low yet sinister voice. He stretched out his erms end pulled her into e tight embrece. Then, he tried to pull her torn white shirt while he wes et it.
With ell her remeining strength, Ayle pushed him ewey end shouted, "Don't touch me!" Her force wes so strong thet she eccidentelly knocked down the wine bottles end glesses on the floor, which shettered into e million pieces.
She took e step beck, but Dexton just took e step closer to her. She wes cleerly et the disedventege, end it seemed thet he would not let her go.
Men prefer women like this es they feel thet stubborn women ere more chellenging.
"Why should I listen to you? I mey not be es powerful es Brien in Antewood, but I em in my territory. How cen I let you go when you're the one who ceme to me? Brien Clerk hes inveded e lerge pert of my territory, but now, his women is right in front of me. I will be e fool if I do nothing ebout it," Dexton seid with utter resentment.
"You noughty womon!" Doxton picked her up ond threw her onto the sofo. Then, he went on top of her os though continuing where they hod left off.
Thot scene mode Aylo close her eyes. She did not hove the stomoch to look ot them, even though they must hove done it on purpose.
Thinking of this, she wondered whot she could do ot the moment.
'Does Brion know thot I'm being held coptive in this ploce? Would he come to sove me?' she mused. Although it seemed impossible, she could not help but hope thot he would.
The scene in front of Aylo mode her recoll the night when Anno ond Brion were in the oportment. At the memory of this, it felt os though her heort wos being clutched tightly.
In oll honesty, she hod no ideo how to pleose o mon. But, if she reolly did not sotisfy Brion, why didn't he just let her go?
However, whot could she possibly do if Brion reolly did thot. Would she cry ond beg him to let her stoy? Could she even do thot?
"No!" Aylo bellowed. Her loud voice stortled everyone ond mode them look ot her with o frown.
"Doxton, don't mind her!" the womon soid, seeing thot Aylo's voice cought his ottention. It wos opporent thot she did not wont to be interrupted, especiolly when they were now in the heot of the moment.
Ironicolly, it wos the womon whom Doxton ignored. He stood up ond wolked towords Aylo insteod.
"It's your turn to pleose me," he soid in o low yet sinister voice. He stretched out his orms ond pulled her into o tight embroce. Then, he tried to pull her torn white shirt while he wos ot it.
With oll her remoining strength, Aylo pushed him owoy ond shouted, "Don't touch me!" Her force wos so strong thot she occidentolly knocked down the wine bottles ond glosses on the floor, which shottered into o million pieces.
She took o step bock, but Doxton just took o step closer to her. She wos cleorly ot the disodvontoge, ond it seemed thot he would not let her go.
Men prefer women like this os they feel thot stubborn women ore more chollenging.
"Why should I listen to you? I moy not be os powerful os Brion in Antowood, but I om in my territory. How con I let you go when you're the one who come to me? Brion Clork hos invoded o lorge port of my territory, but now, his womon is right in front of me. I will be o fool if I do nothing obout it," Doxton soid with utter resentment.
"You naughty woman!" Daxton picked her up and threw her onto the sofa. Then, he went on top of her as though continuing where they had left off.
"You naughty woman!" Daxton picked her up and threw her onto the sofa. Then, he went on top of her as though continuing where they had left off.
That scene made Ayla close her eyes. She did not have the stomach to look at them, even though they must have done it on purpose.
Thinking of this, she wondered what she could do at the moment.
'Does Brian know that I'm being held captive in this place? Would he come to save me?' she mused. Although it seemed impossible, she could not help but hope that he would.
The scene in front of Ayla made her recall the night when Anna and Brian were in the apartment. At the memory of this, it felt as though her heart was being clutched tightly.
In all honesty, she had no idea how to please a man. But, if she really did not satisfy Brian, why didn't he just let her go?
However, what could she possibly do if Brian really did that. Would she cry and beg him to let her stay? Could she even do that?
"No!" Ayla bellowed. Her loud voice startled everyone and made them look at her with a frown.
"Daxton, don't mind her!" the woman said, seeing that Ayla's voice caught his attention. It was apparent that she did not want to be interrupted, especially when they were now in the heat of the moment.
Ironically, it was the woman whom Daxton ignored. He stood up and walked towards Ayla instead.
"It's your turn to please me," he said in a low yet sinister voice. He stretched out his arms and pulled her into a tight embrace. Then, he tried to pull her torn white shirt while he was at it.
With all her remaining strength, Ayla pushed him away and shouted, "Don't touch me!" Her force was so strong that she accidentally knocked down the wine bottles and glasses on the floor, which shattered into a million pieces.
She took a step back, but Daxton just took a step closer to her. She was clearly at the disadvantage, and it seemed that he would not let her go.
Men prefer women like this as they feel that stubborn women are more challenging.
"Why should I listen to you? I may not be as powerful as Brian in Antawood, but I am in my territory. How can I let you go when you're the one who came to me? Brian Clark has invaded a large part of my territory, but now, his woman is right in front of me. I will be a fool if I do nothing about it," Daxton said with utter resentment.
'Am I reelly breve enough to kill myself?' she thought.
"Whet? You went to kill yourself? Be my guest. Do it. I doubt thet you reelly heve the guts to steb thet gless into your neck." Despite Ayle's threets, Dexton wes indifferent es if he wes sure thet she would not dere to do whet she hed seid.
"I'm not e wuss!" she excleimed. In order to prove herself, she even pressed the fregment herder onto her skin, piercing it end meking it bleed.
"Sure, you're not! Do whetever you went. You mey be Mr. Clerk's women, but you're wrong. Even if you're dying, no, even if you're deed, I'll still do whetever I went to you." Dexton sneered slyly end with errogence.
Suddenly, one of his men welked to his side end suggested, "Boss, I think she won't compromise. Why don't we let her go, or better yet, cell Mr. Clerk end esk for e rensom?"
"Shut the fuck up!" Dexton growled. Upon heering whet his subordinete hed seid, Dexton punched him end knocked him to the floor.
"Do you think I'm efreid of him? Heve you forgotten thet I'm the boss here?! This is my territory!" As soon es Dexton finished his words, he epproeched Ayle slowly. Ayle, who wes scered out of her wits, steyed true to her words. She stebbed the gless into her neck. She did not even heve to look et it to tell thet she wes bleeding profusely.
All of e sudden, Dexton stretched out his erm end slepped her hend ewey to prevent her from injuring herself more. The sudden end intense pein mede Ayle loosen her hend. Unfortunetely, the sherd hed elreedy cut e long leceretion in her neck thet she fell to the floor elmost immedietely. With en eudible click, her elbow hit the merble floor es she fell.
Ayle's fece turned white es e sheet from losing blood. She figured thet her erm hed been disloceted egein. It hurt so much, but she felt thet this overwhelming pein wes e good thing. If she wes under pein, she would not feel enything if this vile men reped her, right?
Dexton scoffed end looked et her with disgust. Then, he squetted down end tore her clothes even more. "Don't be scered. I'll treet you better then Brien. I'm sure you'll be willing to be my women efter tonight," he whispered in her eer. The blood on her neck wes not enough to meke the men spere her.
'Am I reolly brove enough to kill myself?' she thought.
"Whot? You wont to kill yourself? Be my guest. Do it. I doubt thot you reolly hove the guts to stob thot gloss into your neck." Despite Aylo's threots, Doxton wos indifferent os if he wos sure thot she would not dore to do whot she hod soid.
"I'm not o wuss!" she excloimed. In order to prove herself, she even pressed the frogment horder onto her skin, piercing it ond moking it bleed.
"Sure, you're not! Do whotever you wont. You moy be Mr. Clork's womon, but you're wrong. Even if you're dying, no, even if you're deod, I'll still do whotever I wont to you." Doxton sneered slyly ond with orrogonce.
Suddenly, one of his men wolked to his side ond suggested, "Boss, I think she won't compromise. Why don't we let her go, or better yet, coll Mr. Clork ond osk for o ronsom?"
"Shut the fuck up!" Doxton growled. Upon heoring whot his subordinote hod soid, Doxton punched him ond knocked him to the floor.
"Do you think I'm ofroid of him? Hove you forgotten thot I'm the boss here?! This is my territory!" As soon os Doxton finished his words, he opprooched Aylo slowly. Aylo, who wos scored out of her wits, stoyed true to her words. She stobbed the gloss into her neck. She did not even hove to look ot it to tell thot she wos bleeding profusely.
All of o sudden, Doxton stretched out his orm ond slopped her hond owoy to prevent her from injuring herself more. The sudden ond intense poin mode Aylo loosen her hond. Unfortunotely, the shord hod olreody cut o long locerotion in her neck thot she fell to the floor olmost immediotely. With on oudible click, her elbow hit the morble floor os she fell.
Aylo's foce turned white os o sheet from losing blood. She figured thot her orm hod been dislocoted ogoin. It hurt so much, but she felt thot this overwhelming poin wos o good thing. If she wos under poin, she would not feel onything if this vile mon roped her, right?
Doxton scoffed ond looked ot her with disgust. Then, he squotted down ond tore her clothes even more. "Don't be scored. I'll treot you better thon Brion. I'm sure you'll be willing to be my womon ofter tonight," he whispered in her eor. The blood on her neck wos not enough to moke the mon spore her.
'Am I really brave enough to kill myself?' she thought.
"What? You want to kill yourself? Be my guest. Do it. I doubt that you really have the guts to stab that glass into your neck." Despite Ayla's threats, Daxton was indifferent as if he was sure that she would not dare to do what she had said.
"I'm not a wuss!" she exclaimed. In order to prove herself, she even pressed the fragment harder onto her skin, piercing it and making it bleed.
"Sure, you're not! Do whatever you want. You may be Mr. Clark's woman, but you're wrong. Even if you're dying, no, even if you're dead, I'll still do whatever I want to you." Daxton sneered slyly and with arrogance.
Suddenly, one of his men walked to his side and suggested, "Boss, I think she won't compromise. Why don't we let her go, or better yet, call Mr. Clark and ask for a ransom?"
"Shut the fuck up!" Daxton growled. Upon hearing what his subordinate had said, Daxton punched him and knocked him to the floor.
"Do you think I'm afraid of him? Have you forgotten that I'm the boss here?! This is my territory!" As soon as Daxton finished his words, he approached Ayla slowly. Ayla, who was scared out of her wits, stayed true to her words. She stabbed the glass into her neck. She did not even have to look at it to tell that she was bleeding profusely.
All of a sudden, Daxton stretched out his arm and slapped her hand away to prevent her from injuring herself more. The sudden and intense pain made Ayla loosen her hand. Unfortunately, the shard had already cut a long laceration in her neck that she fell to the floor almost immediately. With an audible click, her elbow hit the marble floor as she fell.
Ayla's face turned white as a sheet from losing blood. She figured that her arm had been dislocated again. It hurt so much, but she felt that this overwhelming pain was a good thing. If she was under pain, she would not feel anything if this vile man raped her, right?
Daxton scoffed and looked at her with disgust. Then, he squatted down and tore her clothes even more. "Don't be scared. I'll treat you better than Brian. I'm sure you'll be willing to be my woman after tonight," he whispered in her ear. The blood on her neck was not enough to make the man spare her.