I Escaped From Billionaire

"The heavy curtains hung high over the windows, revealing the opulent living room in pure palace style. A young woman sat on top of a black piano, with leather chains wrapped around her wrists, ankles, and even her neck... Audrey felt an all-encompassing ache throughout her body, and as she shifted slightly, the chains jingled softly. She was exhausted, her consciousness hazy, and she slowly lifted her eyelids. Outside the door, there came a low, echoing sound of footsteps. The ornate wooden doors swung open, and a tall, shadowy figure was cast onto the floor by the lamplight. She could feel his powerful presence radiating throughout the room... "Master, it's time to rest," the servant bowed, not even daring to raise his head before retreating. The tall man stepped inside, removing his hat, his deep-red eyes gleaming with an enchanting allure. He was like a magnet, drawing any girl who saw him into his irresistible orbit... Audrey's gaze was unfocused. Where was she? What was this place? It was so hot... Her body felt like it was on fire. He approached her, examining her closely. The curve of his lips, tinged with a touch of coldness, was just right. His long fingers grasped her chin, forcing her to look up at him. His eyes held an air of superiority, mingled with a hint of pity and disdain. Audrey tried to struggle, but she had no strength left. Her body felt as if it no longer belonged to her. His hand traced over her delicate face, her body, inspecting her thoroughly. "Impressive, indeed. You've passed the test." What test? Who was he? "What's your name?" His voice was low, magnetic, as if it had emerged from the depths of hell, yet it had a luxurious and noble quality, like a celestial melody. "So hot..." "Heh," he chuckled softly, lifting her hand. Their fingers intertwined in his large palm, exuding a commanding strength. But her palm lacked the softness he expected... His handsome brows furrowed lightly. Apart from that, he seemed satisfied with everything he saw. Audrey had never despised a pair of eyes more than she did at this moment. She felt like a mere commodity, subjected to his strict scrutiny from head to toe. Those eyes were like sparks of fire. Wherever they touched, her skin burned. The continuous, restless heat in her blood left her breathless. Why did his touch alone make her feel so comfortable, so eager to get closer, to alleviate this suffocating heat? Suddenly, he chuckled lowly. "Well, you're ready now." Without any preamble, she was torn apart, and pain surged through her entire body! Audrey's vision darkened, and she fainted. Morning. Sunlight streamed through the window, casting a graceful pattern across the room. On the floor lay the scattered remains of women's clothing, stockings, underwear, high heels... The beautiful woman had just undergone a transformation from girl to woman, and in the morning light, she looked breathtakingly beautiful. Her long, curly lashes fluttered as she woke up. Her lovely oval face carried a hint of baby fat, and her fair skin, though marred with bruises, revealed the wildness of the previous night. Audrey let out a small groan, her dark lashes fluttering as she finally regained consciousness. She opened her eyes and found herself in an unfamiliar place, immediately frowning in confusion. Completely naked, she quickly pulled the covers to hide herself! It hurt... Her bones felt as if they had been broken and reassembled, and her shoulders seemed to have been bitten by a wild beast. Looking at the iron chain marks on her wrists and ankles, the memories of the blurry night before flooded back. She had thought it was all a dream! Like waking up after a hangover, unable to remember anything. Only faint impressions remained: the vague outline of a man..."