Scarlet Enchantment

Chapter 12

The black car was still parked outside the school. As Emily stepped into the car, she noticed Damian sitting in the back seat. Her movement paused momentarily but quickly resumed as she sat down.

Damian glanced at her and casually tossed a paper bag over, "Change into this."

Emily opened the bag to find a black cocktail dress and a pair of black high heels. She remained silent, placing the bag between them, and turned to look at the street scene outside. The night had fallen, neon lights flickered, and pedestrians hurried along the sidewalks, likely rushing home.

At this time, Ryan should be home. When she called him earlier, he was already on his way, thinking she was just urging him, he had said, "Baby, wait a bit, I'm just two blocks away."

She unconsciously pressed her lips together, the hatred in her heart intensifying, wishing she could stab the man next to her. But she had to endure; he wasn't easy to kill, and any carelessness would result in failure. Besides, she didn't want to die now. She didn't want to leave her parents and Ryan behind. She had to survive; only by living could she have any hope.

"Sorry for interrupting your family dinner tonight," Damian suddenly spoke, his tone indifferent. "You might not believe me, but I truly didn't know you had plans tonight."

Emily wanted to sneer at his shameless lie but held back, merely curling her lips and responding in an equally false tone, "You're too kind. Serving you is my duty."

Damian wasn't angered, instead, he nodded gentlemanly, "Thank you."

Silence fell in the car again. After a while, Damian spoke again, "Change into the dress."

Emily hesitated for a moment, then saw the glass partition rising between the front and back seats, turning the rear compartment into a private space. She knew this was another deliberate humiliation from Damian, her lips pressed tight with a terrible look on her face. After a moment, she laughed coldly, pulled out the dress, and changed right in front of him.

The car was spacious, and her slender figure made the change quick. When she slipped into the black cocktail dress, she suddenly noticed a problem.

The dress design was very bold, not only was it a deep V-neck, but the sides of the skirt hugging her hips were also cut out, exposing her light pink floral panties. Looking back, the back waist also had a large cutout, reaching below the waistline, revealing her hip cleavage.

"Bastard," she cursed under her breath, her teeth clenched in hatred.

He merely chuckled, turning slightly, his chin resting on his hand, watching her with interest, "You have a great body; you don't need to wear underwear. Have some confidence in yourself."

Emily wanted to curse back, but she knew he might be waiting for that reaction. She suppressed her anger, sat silently for a few seconds, and then removed her underwear, going commando.

Her body was indeed perfect, with full, firm breasts and round, high hips, accentuating her slim waist. Damian was initially surprised by her boldness, raising an eyebrow as he watched her, his gaze darkening, the smile fading from his lips as he stared at her.

Emily noticed the desire in his eyes, feeling both fear and disdain. She instinctively leaned back, trying to distance herself from him, but with a mocking smile, she said, "Mr. Blackwood, don't look at me like that. I might misunderstand that you want to r**e me again."

Damian's eyes narrowed slightly, his voice turning husky, "What if it's not a misunderstanding?"

Emily's heart pounded, but her smile grew colder, "Then please, be considerate. If you want to f**k me, don't arrange any other clients for me tonight. I can't handle two sessions in one night, and if I mess up, that wouldn't be good for you."

Damian smiled faintly, not commenting, but he looked away, no longer watching her.

The car stopped outside a hidden club. The exterior was unremarkable, but inside was a different world. The private room Damian led her to was lavish, like a palace, dimly lit but with lights gleaming off the mirrored floor, creating a dazzling effect.

As Damian entered, everyone inside stood up, greeting him with "Mr. Blackwood" in a chorus of respect. The only exception was a young man in his mid-twenties who stood up lazily and addressed him differently, "Hey, Boss."

Damian didn't mind, nodding slightly, "Relax, we're all family here."

He walked to the innermost sofa and sat down. Emily, in her three-inch heels, followed him with a calm expression, intending to sit next to him. But he pointed to the young man who had called him "Boss" and said, "Go accompany him."

She showed no surprise, walking over and sitting down beside the young man without hesitation.

The young man laughed flippantly, draping his arm around Emily Carter's shoulder. "Boss, you're spoiling me too much. How can I accept this? After all, she's someone who came here with you. It wouldn't be right for me to take advantage."

"Guests should be treated well," Damian Blackwood said indifferently. After a pause, his gaze swept over Emily before he added, "I brought her here tonight just for you. This is Emily Carter."

Hearing Emily's name, the man's expression froze, then turned cold. He looked at her with a vague hint of hatred.

This man hates me, Emily realized first. Then she wondered who he could be. Was he connected to one of the other assailants? But judging by his appearance, he seemed to have more in common with Damian. If he was just related to Damian, and Damian was still alive and well, where did this hatred come from?

She remained calm, lowering her eyes slightly, ignoring the man's attitude.

The man, however, grabbed her chin, forcing her face up to scrutinize her coldly. Then he turned to Damian, smirking. "Is this the woman? I thought she'd be some stunning beauty! Boss, how ignorant does a man have to be to fall for her? And three of them at that, never seen a woman in their lives?"

Damian looked at him silently, his expression indifferent.

Emily pressed her lips together, neither struggling nor speaking, remaining as still as a statue.

The man looked between Damian and Emily, then laughed softly. He released Emily and leaned back on the sofa, his fingers lightly tracing her exposed shoulder. "Boss, did you bring this woman here for me to play with?"

"Do as you please," Damian said coolly.

Emily closed her eyes slowly, forcing herself to sit still despite the goosebumps prickling her skin, revealing her inner fear. She clenched her teeth, saying nothing, only staring at Damian with a burning hatred.

The man behind her laughed softly, leaning close to her ear. "You hate him, don't you?"

"Yes," Emily replied calmly. "Who wouldn't?"

The man laughed again, glancing at Damian. Lowering his voice, he said, "today I'm giving you two choices: either you get f****d by every man in this room, or you f**k him in front of everyone. "

Beasts, each worse than the last!

Emily cursed inwardly, turning her head slightly to look at the man. "You hate him too, don't you?"

The man smiled, equally honest. "Yes, I do."

"What are you to him?" she asked.

The man looked exaggeratedly surprised. "I thought you'd ask why I hate him."

"Because there's no point in asking you people why," she replied calmly. "Talking about why with you is as ridiculous as discussing law and morality with you."

The man stared at her, his exaggerated expression fading. After a moment, he chuckled. "Miss Carter, who would've thought you're a philosopher? I have more confidence in you now. If you f**k him in front of everyone tonight, I'll ensure you leave here safely."

Absolutely not. There's no way. Damian has a gun; he'd kill her outright! Emily smiled slightly, looking at the man behind her. "Honestly, if I had to choose someone, I'd pick you. Damian disgusts me. Asking me to f**k him is worse than asking me to f**k a dog."

"Are you calling me a dog?" the man raised an eyebrow, not angry, looking over at Damian who was silently drinking. He leaned close to Emily's ear again. "But I don't touch women he's touched. I find them dirty."

Emily chuckled lowly, mimicking his closeness, mocking, "A fly shouldn't disdain a maggot. You're both crawling out of the same filth. Who's better?"

The young man leaned back, coldly assessing her for a moment before asking, "So, Miss Carter, are you planning to have some fun with my brothers? "

There were over a dozen men in the room. Besides the young man and Damian on the U-shaped sofa, the others sat farther away, deliberately leaving space for the two to talk, each with a girl, chatting and laughing, not even glancing their way.

Emily made up her mind, curling her lips in a faint smile. She stood up abruptly, walked to the girl beside Damian, and asked, "Can I borrow some condoms?"

The girl was stunned, looking to Damian. Seeing he had no objection, she took out two condoms from her bag and handed them to Emily.

Emily's hand remained outstretched, growing impatient. "All of them."

The girl looked at Damian again. Seeing no objection, she handed over two more. When Emily still didn't retract her hand, the girl explained, "That's all I have."

Emily turned to walk elsewhere, seemingly intending to ask another girl.

"Stop," Damian said suddenly.

Emily paused, turning back to him.

Damian looked at the young man nearby. "A few are enough. Be careful not to overdo it."

The young man shrugged with a smile, "Boss, this isn't on me. I'm not the one using them."

Damian frowned slightly, then looked at Emily.

Emily bit her lip hard, tears welling up in her eyes, but her face remained defiant. "Not enough, Mr. Blackwood. There are so many brothers here. How could a few be enough?"

Damian was momentarily stunned, his face darkening. He looked at the young man. "Don't go too far."

"Too far?" the young man laughed. "Boss, you're the one who said I could do as I please. You've always kept your promises."

Emily, hearing the name, realized they must be brothers, but for some reason, they were at odds and using her as a pawn. Now, she had no choice but to fight back. She looked at the young man, defiantly saying, "Doing as you please means giving me two choices: either be f****d by all the men, or—"

Her voice broke off, she stopped abruptly, lifting her chin slightly, standing there stubbornly holding back tears.

The second choice must be even worse than the first. Damian had an idea, pursed his lips slightly, and lightly waved his hand to signal the girl beside him to leave. "Come sit beside me," he said to Emily.

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