Falling Into The Love Trap Of The Cold CEO

I woke up in a pitch-black basement, with only a little outside light shining through the door crack. I felt my body aching; there was no strength left after being beaten by Killian because I was trying to get back the money I had saved over the years from this stepfather. My mother, Killian and his son are gamblers. They stole the money I worked so hard to get into casinos often. When the three of them were penniless and in debt piled up, they came to me again, forcing me to give them money.

I lay huddled in the cold basement and constantly wondered why I must endure such a dark life? After all, what did I do wrong? Even the mother I trust the most only sees me as a money-making tool for her. At this moment, I really miss my father, he is the one who understands me the most and loves me the most, but I don't know why that day, he didn't take me with him?

"Dad, where are you now? I miss my dad so much."

At this moment, I couldn't hold back the tears that fell, making the wound on my face even more painful. I wish my life would end here, to free myself. Because in this place, I am the loneliest person, someone forgotten and forgotten by the whole world.

Suddenly, I heard a creaking sound of the door opening, and the figure of a tall man covered the stairs to the basement. I tried to sit up while the pain was still tormenting me; I felt my body start to shake when I saw Kirk's face. He is Killian's son, a madman. Every time I see him, I feel disgusted.

I sat back slowly as Kirk approached me with a fierce face from a long scar as big as a centipede. His black shadow, like a demon, was covering my small body; it gave me chills and terror.

I was cornered by Krik, who slowly sat down, running his rough hand over each wound on my face, making me disgusted. I shoved his hand away from me, the words hissing through my teeth: "Don't touch me."

It looks like this action of mine made Kirk angry. His eyes were bloodshot; I sensed an alarm of danger, a threat, or a death. Then Kirk grabbed my long hair roughly and jerked it back, giving me an evil grin. I couldn't fight back because, at this point, my body was completely exhausted.

Suddenly, I shivered as I recognized Kirk's lustful and lustful gaze, his eyes glued to my body. I had already guessed his next intention, fear spreading through me like poison. Kirk wanted to rape me; that's all on my mind right now.

"I must get rid of him by all means and get out of this hellish house." I make a plan in my head.

Kirk's hand began to move from my shoulder, down the hollow of my neck, and gradually down to my chest. Even though I'm scared, I can't let a despicable person like him touch me. I mustered up my courage, kicked Kirk's chest with my foot, and ran. However, he caught my ankle and pulled me; he used his strong body to press me to the ground, forcing me not to run away. At this point, I panicked and shouted:

"You dick, get out of my way. You make me disgusting. You filthy, filthy bastard."

Kirk rolled his eyes at me, slapping my face so hard I could feel the blood coming out of my mouth. I felt one of my cheeks burning and burning. Then he squeezed my scarred face with his large hand and shouted angrily: "Whore. You're not a virgin anymore, are you?"

I froze, my body stiffening as I didn't know how Kirk knew this because no one else knew about this but me. But I still don't understand why Kirk gets angry when I don't have that thing. I looked at him and answered coldly because I thought he might let me go when he heard the truth.

"Right."

However, I became careless and made a stupid mistake. My confession made Kirk even more indignant. He wrapped his arms around my neck, looked at me with disdain, and said in an angry voice:

"Because of this, I had to sell you to Charles for a low price. That bastard took hundreds of dollars off me just because you're no longer a virgin. Before I hand you over to that guy, I have to play you first. Please. Be obedient and serve me, Cheap whore!"

In an instant, I suddenly understood what made him angry. I cried while knowing he wanted to rape me.

As soon as Kirk finished his sentence, he roughly tore my shirt and began to use his tongue to sweep up my neck, making me feel disgusted. I screamed for help, trying to push his body away from me. He was like an animal that was hungry for sex and lunged at me to satisfy the lust of the male.

I can't let myself be raped by Kirk and sold as a commodity; a strength in me surges; I bite his ear until it bleeds, and he screams in pain. Then I stretched my legs into his lower body and finally used all my strength to run away. However, he could grab my legs and pull me towards him. Even though he only used one hand, I still couldn't compete with Kirk's robust health.

At this moment, I saw a vase of flowers lying on the floor; I immediately grabbed it. As soon as Kirk approached me, without a moment's hesitation, I smashed the vase straight into his head. I noticed that Kirk was stunned, kicked him away, and quickly ran away. In my head right now, there is only one thought that is to escape from the house full of dark memories and people who make me suffer.

I ran into the cold night with my bare feet; I ran so hard to escape Kirk and Charles's men that my legs were numb, and the cold burns blistered the skin under the legs. I was scared when the headlights of the cars shone on me; the roar of the engines resounded as loud as if they were trying to threaten me. Charles and his men caught up with me in just a few minutes.

They drove the cars in circles around me. They mocked me and looked at me from top to bottom with disdain. At this moment, I feel like I am prey, standing among the clutches of wild beasts.

As soon as Charles appeared, a chill ran down my spine. I gritted my teeth, telling myself to get rid of them. Charles moved closer to me; he gave me an evil smile and spread his arms wide, blocking my way.

I clenched my hands into fists to suppress my trembling body in fear and from the cold in the middle of the winter night. I tried to stay strong to find a way to run away as soon as possible. I glanced over at Charles's underlings, who showed amused faces as they watched their big brother chase the small and weak prey that was me.

"Stay away from me," I growled, trying not to show how scared I was.

Charles burst out laughing; he lifted the cigar to his lips, smoked it and exhaled white smoke into my face, and said in a menacing voice: "My beautiful Diana, don't try to resist. I don't want to resort to force. It hurts you; I'm not happy either. Because if you get hurt, who will have sex with me tonight?"

Then, Charles nodded, gesturing for the people behind to arrest me. My head is blank now; I'm frantic, trying to find a way to escape. But there were too many of them, and they were playing cat and mouse with me. Their laughter resounded incessantly, making me feel disgusted.

Suddenly, my neck was gripped by a large, muscular arm. I started struggling, repeatedly elbowing the man standing behind me, but he didn't seem to react.

"If she still resists, break that whore's arm."

Those are Kirk's words; he holds his bloody hand and aggressively approaches me as if he wants to eat, swallow me alive to vent his anger. Kirk sneered, then mercilessly punched me in the stomach to vent his rage. I gritted my teeth, enduring the excruciating pain from my stomach.

"This is the price you pay for hitting me," Kirk whispered in my ear.

I smirked and spat at his bloodstained face; I said in surging anger: "I hate and loathe your family."

The insults I said to Kirk made him angry. He was about to continue assaulting me in front of these men, but Charles stopped him and Charles lifted my chin and said mockingly: "Are you going to sell me a disabled Diana? Tonight wouldn't be fun without Diana."

Charles and his minions burst out laughing. He stared at my body; he reached out and stroked the side of my face, making me shiver and chill.

"Poor Diana, I must thank you very much because you are no longer a virgin. So I repurchased you with a very cheap amount. Your face looks pretty bad now, but it's still pretty."

I shoved my face out of Charles's hand and cursed an evil, vile man like him: "Die, you son of a bitch! Don't touch me with your filthy hands."

The grin on Charles' lips disappeared, replaced by a glint of anger in his eyes when he heard my insults at him. I hope that he will be angry and kill me right now.

"Bring her back; tonight, you and I will play with her." Charles ordered his men; he turned to look at me, his voice and attitude threatening: "Let's see if you can be stubborn tonight?"

Three or four people dragged me to the car in front of me. I continued to struggle, trying to break free from the grip of these muscular young men.

"Let me out…let me go…help me. I need some help." I screamed in despair, my voice weak as one of them was covering my mouth. My two hands behind my back were squeezed so tightly that I couldn't struggle. I feel like a fish stuck on land and waiting to die.

Suddenly, a bright light shines, dispelling the night. A convoy of luxury cars appeared and stopped in front of me.

The space now sinks into silence and becomes tense.

Suddenly, the car doors burst open all at once, startling Charles's group and me. Two rows of bodyguards stood in a long line in front of a car as if protecting someone sitting in the car. Next, I saw a tall man come out of the car full of the aura of a powerful man.

As soon as that mysterious man appeared, I saw a flash of fear in Charles and Kirk. My eyes instantly widened, and a glimmer of hope flashed through my mind. I will beg this man's help, by all means, to get rid of these demons. Because once I fall into their hands, my life will be a series of painful and rotten days.

"What's up?" The man spoke in a voice that was as cold as ice and filled with force.

The bodyguard beside him bowed his head and said cautiously: "I'll go and clear this up, sir."

As soon as they heard this man's voice, Charles's juniors panicked and let go of my hands. They are also scared. I used the moment they let their guard down and used the last of my strength to push the two people beside me back and ran towards the man and begged for his help.

However, when I was only a little further away from him, my whole body was held by the man's bodyguard. They bent my hands behind my back; they pinned my face to the cold pavement because they thought I wanted to harm their master. I screamed in pain; I could barely move my muscles. At this moment, I saw a shiny shoe tip, not a stain appearing before my eyes; I knew it was that powerful man. He is my last hope. I gasped and weakly hissed:

"Help me. Please save me. Please save me from them. Please!"