Chapter Two | Chained
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Lin’s POV
“DON’T TOUCH ME!” I screamed, ripping myself free from the men in black suits shoving me toward the car. This time, it’s an elegant limousine—sleek and lavish. But even if they bring out a rocket ship—it will never be enough to disguise the truth from me.
And I knew exactly where it was taking me.
To him.
The man who bought me.
“Don’t resist, Madam. It will only exhaust you,” one of them warned, his tone annoyingly calm.
I laughed bitterly. “Oh, I can do this all damn day.”
Begging those motherfuckers didn’t do anything good to me. They still sold me like cattle in a meat shop. I’m probably dead anyway, so I might as well drag them to hell with me.
“Madam, please—ARGH!”
I bit his arm, copper flooding my mouth. He yelped and stumbled back. The other lunged for me, but I raked my nails down his face so hard he cursed under his breath, clutching the bleeding claw marks.
They groaned in pain, but they didn’t dare hit me. I know they won’t. I see that invisible leash on their neck. Their so-called “Master” has given them a strict order: Not a single scratch.
“Wrap her.”
My eyes widened at what the man with a big scar on his forehead ordered them to do. Wrap me? What the f**k does that supposed to mean?!
I panicked as the white blanket came down at me like a net. I thrashed, screaming, kicking, and biting at the fabric like a rabid dog. I felt rough hands pinning me down in place. But I didn’t stop.
There is no way I’m going to make it easy for them.
Still, I lost.
They bundled me tight like a burrito, shoving me inside the limousine, my arms trapped against me like a lunatic in a straitjacket.
The engine roared to life almost instantly, as if they were terrified of being late with their delivery. I sat wedged between two of their men, restrained and humiliated, my eyes fixed on the road ahead like a caged animal.
At least, they didn't gag me this time.
“Can we stop by a hospital?”
My lips curved into a smirk at his pitiful request. I believed he’s the one I bit in the arm. I can still taste his blood on my tongue. Poor guy is staring across from me like a traumatized child. The way he flinched at the sight of my diabolic grin only made it wider.
Oh, he’s lucky I didn’t tear a chunk of his meat.
“Stop whining, Edgar. It’s just a bite. Rinse it with soap when we get back to the hive.”
“Didn’t you see her bite my skin off?!”
Edgar shot me another glance, caught between spite and disbelief. He couldn't believe someone my size could put up such a feisty fight?
“Who knew such an innocent face hid such a vicious temper??”
Laughter erupted inside the car.
“That’s why you don’t underestimate girls,” one of them said. “Small or not, they’ll still bite back.”
The thug I’d scratched across the face busied himself wrapping Edgar’s arm in a bandage. I watched in silence, studying their little pack. So they’re all working for the man who bought me, huh?
Whoever he is—he’s rich enough to own them but stupid enough to rely on dumb men. It took five of them to get me inside the car.
“There’s no girl Master cannot tame. Sooner or later, she will bend and break like the others.”
My brows furrowed from what he said.
Bend? Break?
What’s so good about their “Master” that they think of me as a toy? Like a lightstick that he could snap with his hands?
Nobody is breaking me.
He can go break his own neck if he wants.
At that moment, the car stopped at a red light. My pulse spiked when I caught the silhouette of people inside the sedan beside us in the traffic. This is my chance.
I sucked in a breath, then unleashed it in a scream that scraped my throat raw. “HELP! SOMEBODY HELP ME!”
I thrashed like a maniac, slamming my bound body against the seat, kicking and fighting, determined to be seen. For a fleeting second, heads turned. I saw a face snap toward mine—eyes curious.
Hope flared… but it was short-lived. Instantly, a rough hand covered my mouth, smothering it.
Wrong move.
I sank my teeth into his palm, hard enough to taste blood. His muffled groan vibrated against my skull, but I didn’t stop. If I was going down, I was taking pieces of them with me.
But then, I felt the sharp sting of a needle piercing my arm. My head snapped toward the scratched-face thug, his lips curling into a cold sneer.
Almost instantly, the world tilted. My vision swam, spinning like I was being dragged down into a whirlpool.
“We should have done this sooner.”
That’s the last thing I remember before everything went black.
(SIX HOURS LATER)
I woke up to the sound of dripping water.
My head is pounding like a war drum, my veins still buzzing from whatever poison they’d shoved into me. My throat is parched, swallowing felt like scraping my own throat.
I tried to move, the rough floor beneath me touching my skin. It was damp enough to seep through my clothes and chill my skin. I shifted, only to hear the sharp clink of chains. Iron cuffs bit into my wrists, pinning my arms above my head to the wall like I was some medieval sacrifice.
Where the f**k am I this time?
I tried to remember every last thing that happened to me before I passed out, but it was a lost cause. I don’t remember anything.
Am I dead?
Slowly, my vision cleared. That’s when it finally sunk in. I’m inside a prison cell. It’s a small space, carved out of stone like an underground tomb. There’s a single torch hissed in a bracket lighting the place. But the rest after that is pitch black darkness.
I yanked at the chains until my wrists burned raw. No use. Whoever built this cage knew how to keep animals locked.
“Motherfucker,” I cursed under my breath.
Fear crept into my skin when I heard a low chuckle. Deep. Amused. Too close. I wasn’t alone.
Someone is watching me.
My eyes fall to the darkness in front of me. I squinted, trying to pierce through the darkness.
“W… Who are you?” I called out, trying to steady my voice despite the trembling of my body.
I’m not scared of him.
At least, that’s what I tell myself.
My lips parted as a figure stepped into the faint light, tall enough to swallow the torchlight behind him. Bare-chested, he didn’t need to show his face for me to feel it—the weight of his stare was enough to press against my skin, like he was already stripping me without a touch.
“Are you the one who bought me?”
He didn’t answer. Just stood there, devouring the silence, stretching it until my heartbeat thundered like it belonged to him.
I could feel his eyes on my body, making me feel anxious and furious at the same time. It’s frustrating that I can’t do anything with my hands chained to the wall. I could have torn him apart already like how I did to his minions if it weren’t for this handcuff. He deserves the same. Maybe worse. A man who buys women like me needs more than a beating.
“My men tell me you clawed, bit, and bled five of them.” He let the words drag out, savoring them. “That’s quite the introduction.”
I plastered a sarcastic smirk on my face.
“Jealous? Uncuff me and you’d get exactly the same.”
My breath hitched when he stepped closer, the torchlight finally catching his face. My lips parted without meaning to. Deadly gorgeous. That’s what he was—handsome in a way that warned me not to look too long.
He stopped just outside the reach of my chains, close enough to steal my breath but far enough to remind me of my place. The faintest curve touched his mouth—not amusement, not kindness.
But danger.
“Good,” he murmured, his smirk hardening. “I prefer my prey alive. After all… what thrill is there in a toy that doesn’t fight back?”
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