chapter 1
"Here, a gift for you."
After satisfying his desires on me, Aron handed me a pink gift box.
My body, ravaged by him, lay limp on the bed, unable to move even a finger.
He didn't mind.
After all, he was always a bit more tender after such acts.
He smiled as he opened the box, revealing a pink diamond ring, which looked to be at least thirty carats.
I can no longer imagine how much it's worth.
It could buy a hundred of me, at least...
After all, he only paid a hundred thousand when he bought me.
Aron gently put the ring on my finger, then kissed my fingers, and affectionately stroked my damp hair from the "exercise".
He opened his mouth and took my earlobe, his breath hot and dense, as if trying to enter my ear hole.
So hot... so burning...
I couldn't help but shiver, but he grabbed my wrist, narrowing his eyes and telling me:
"Thea, you can't refuse me, can you?!"
For these past years, Aron has been telling me all the time: "I belong to him, I have no freedom..."
Such implications and explicit statements have always filled my life.
"Obedience" and "submission" seem to be etched into my very bones and blood.
But just like a canary kept in a cage, no matter how luxurious and comfortable, it can't help but peek at the sky outside the window...
I've always been secretly telling myself.
"I only belong to myself..."
Moreover... I timidly raised my eyes to look at Aron.
Over the years, his features have matured.
But his aura has remained unchanged.
Gloomy, cold...
Like the coldest, most piercing winter.
Unbearable yet inescapable.
He has been forcing me to accept him, obey him, and even... fall in love with him!
But everything he has done to me is so vile...
Whether it was the "young master and maid" or "master and dog" games of childhood, or now, whenever he feels like it, I have to undress to satisfy him...
It only makes me more disgusted and fearful of him...
I can't fall in love with him.
I just want to escape from him, even... kill him.
My peripheral vision caught the glittering ring on my hand.
Such expensive gifts, he has given me countless.
Perhaps this is his "way of training dogs".
A slap, then a treat.
Adorning me with these costly trinkets, making his toy more splendid and beautiful.
I am like a fragile porcelain doll in his hands, even what I eat for three meals a day is prescribed by him.
Every corner of the room I live in is equipped with surveillance, and everyone around me is his spy.
Butler, maids, cooks, security...
I have no freedom at all, even my breath is under his control.
I seem to never be able to escape!
Unless... someone helps me!
