Cautiously, the man replied, âYou donât need to know.
â
After a momentâs thought, Nicole asked, âThen who sold me? Please, kind sir, tell me.
I donât want to die without knowingâ¦â
The man smirked at being called âkind sir.
â âWe have rules.
Everyone has their role.
We just sell people.
We donât question where they come from,â he explained.
Nicole realized the man probably didnât know who sold her.
If even a minion knew everything, theyâd have been caught by now.
The man approached Nicole again, ready to deliver another kick, but this time she managed to sidestep it.
Trembling with fear, she pleaded, âPlease, sir, donât hurt me.
I swear I didnât mean to.
If you keep hitting me like this, youâll kill meâ¦â
Although the man had encountered many women before and had grown indifferent to them, Nicoleâs gentle pleas struck a chord with him.
There was something about the desperation in her voice that stirred something within him.
He found himself unexpectedly swayed by Nicoleâs soft, pleading tone, and he felt a strange tug of emotions.
Yet, despite the feelings welling up inside him, he couldnât shake the suspicion that Nicole was deliberately trying to manipulate him through seduction.
Although the man sensed something was off, he couldnât bring himself to resist Nicoleâs charm.
He approached Nicole, seized her by the head, yanked her upwards, and snapped, âDamn it! Where did you pick up such an alluring demeanor?â
Nicole was naturally defiant, but years of hardship had taught her the importance of subtlety, especially now when she was desperately searching for even a sliver of hope.
âSir, I donât understand what youâre implyingâ¦â
While her body shook, Nicoleâs hand had already gripped a sturdy stick she had hastily picked up from the ground.
The man pulled Nicole close.
Startled, Nicole feebly protested.
âSir, itâs not convenient for me to please you like this.
Maybe you could untie my hands.
â
Recently struck by Nicole, the man grew cautious.
âWhat are you plotting?â
âNothing.
Itâs just you canât enjoy yourself with me in such a position, right?â Nicole reasoned.
âIf youâre suspicious, why not free one of my hands and secure the other to the window? What do you think?â
The man found her words fascinating.
He hadnât anticipated that sheâd be so knowledgeable that she suggested playing the tying game with him.
âIâm warning you.
If you try anything, Iâll break your neck instantly!â he threatened vehemently.
Nicole feigned terrified and replied, âSir, what do you mean? How could I possibly dare? Iâm totally at your mercy here.
I need to obey to avoid more trouble!â
âYou are clever!â the man said with approval.
âThatâs right.
I work at a club.
I understand the preferences of the wealthy.
If I take good care of you, you wonât harm me, right?â
Nicole played up her role as a call girl since the man had no clue about her real occupation.
As expected, the man let his guard down at Nicoleâs words.
He didnât doubt her words and believed she was an escort at an upscale club, which explained her boldness.
People of his work would stay hidden off duty to protect their identity.
The man never dared to frequent high-class clubs.
He harbored envy for the wealthy patrons who flaunted their status at the club.
Rumor had it, the women there knew all sorts of clever tricks, far more than he could ever imagine.
Men always crave novelty.
With this in mind, the man began to loosen Nicoleâs bindings, though he remained on high alert.
A long, sharp knife lay within reach, just in case Nicole tried anything.
Without further resistance, Nicole was led to the window.
While the man was vigilant, Nicole knew she couldnât succeed even if she struck.
She was biding her time, waiting for him to lower his guard.