My Life for Your Dream

Chapter 3 A Life Not My Own

Chapter 3 A Life Not My Own

I lowered my gaze to hide the disgust in my eyes.

Dragged into the dark room, I was tied to a wooden post, and a thick whip came crashing down on me.

The sudden pain made me cry out involuntarily.

They seemed not to hear me, quickening the pace of their blows. I curled up instinctively, my breath quickening from the agony.

I thought this would be the worst punishment, but just as I was about to pass out, they doused my wounds with buckets of saltwater.

I was shaking so badly, and I couldn't even form the words to beg for mercy.

Then the door swung open. I struggled to see Harold's assistant, Jack. Was I about to be released?

But Jack's words crushed my hopes. "Is she ready to admit her guilt?"

The two whipping me exchanged glances before shaking their heads.

No, no! I would admit it, but they never even asked me!

However, I could barely utter a word.

Jack glanced at me, and perhaps seeing my nearly lifeless state, he sighed, "Take her down and move her to the car."

The two men complied, but they dragged me along like trash.

I was too weak to resist and obediently sat in the seat.

Once again, I found myself back in the same hospital, in the same position. I realized it wasn't that Harold had softened. It was that Wendy needed blood again.

Before the nurse inserted the needle into my vein, I instinctively pulled my hand back and looked at Jack beside me. "I want to see him."

We both knew who I meant.

Previously, every time I wanted to see him, it was nearly impossible unless Harold needed me. This time, for Wendy, he arrived quickly.

He pursed his lips, a storm brewing in his eyes. "What trick are you trying to pull this time?"

"It was my fault that Miss Lawrence fell. I should take responsibility. But after this blood draw, can you arrange for a specialist to check my health?"

My words clearly caught Harold off guard, as they didn't align with his expectations of a threat. He glanced at my bloodied body, a flicker of surprise crossing his face, and eventually agreed.

With that, I began cooperating with the nurse for the blood draw. Afterward, I was taken to a ward where a specialist examined my condition.

Seeing nothing serious in the report, I finally felt the weight lift off my chest.

Everyone said I loved Harold so much that I would risk my life for him, but I knew that wasn't true.

I would do anything for Harold, as long as it didn't threaten my life.

After all, this life of mine didn't truly belong to me.