Sira, a teenage girl was curled up in the corner of the bed. Her position was not favorable. The shirt she was wearing was partially torn.
"Please, I'm just a little girl. I don't know anything about my father's work." The girl pleaded; she knelt down to ask the man in front of her for mercy. The man's gaze was intense. In his left hand was an expensive shiny pants belt. His posture was tall and well-built, his facial lines hard with a very masculine aura. He was the owner of one of the largest companies in the world. "Isn't your name Sira?" "You know, your father has harmed several subsidiaries that I am managing." The man whose name was unknown was getting closer to Sira. The girl grew pale, her heartbeat quickening "Please don't kill me. I don't know anything," Sira said, closing her eyes. The thought of being tortured crossed her mind. "It hurts, please let go!" Sira cried out loudly, her eyes closed. She bit her lip unconsciously. "This is the result of what your father did. You must also suffer. I don't care how old you are, you must take responsibility for this." The man whispered in a sharp tone in Sira's ear. "You're useless!" Letting go of the hold on Sira's hair. The girl could breathe a little easier. Her head throbbed violently, her vision a little blurry. But she had to be strong, her thin body had been subjected to a lot of torture so far. "Don't expect to escape from me until your damn father is caught. You'll be my collateral, I'll do whatever I want. Don't expect me to be the least bit kind to you." The man quickly turned around, someone had called out to him. "Damian, an important guest is waiting for you in the study," said a middle-aged man who suddenly opened the door. The man let out a rough breath, he knew who the important guest was. "Take good care of this girl. Don't let her escape or try to kill herself. We still need her as a hostage," the man muttered as he walked away. Damianiato Tomhill, the rightful heir to the Tomhill family that founded one of the largest companies in the world. But Damian's path to becoming the heir was not easy, some of his family members did not accept it. Damian wiped the corner of his slightly bleeding lip. He had just been slapped by the old man in front of him, who was none other than the important guest. "Are you getting tired of the job? How many subsidiaries have made huge losses lately." The old man was furious. He banged the wooden stick he was holding several times. His emotions were running high. "Sorry Dad," Damian said quietly. His head lowered. The man had suddenly turned weak. Not like before who looked scary. "Sorry you said! You know me best, there is no apology for the great wrong you have done," the old man retorted. He struck Damian's body several times with the wooden stick. But the man remained silent, not moving an inch. He had been trained since childhood to take many blows. The hard life was Damian's daily bread. "I will finish it in a few days. I have Mario's daughter locked up. He'll be the collateral for that," Damian said, looking into the old man's eyes. "I don't want to know. You must resolve this matter immediately. Otherwise, be prepared to leave the company." The old man left, leaving Damian to exhale a rough breath. His head was spinning. Rushing to the desk drawer, he took out a pill and swallowed it. "Damn. The situation is getting complicated. If I don't keep moving, that greedy guy will push me around even more," Damian muttered, massaging his head. There was a knock on the door of Damian's office, and soon a beautiful woman in a very sexy outfit appeared. The thick lipstick on her lips was equally sexy. Her body was well-proportioned like a Spanish guitar. Her skin was white and smooth, and her hair was long and wavy. Making any man will be tempted and tempted. "Honey. You haven't visited me much lately," said the woman sitting on Damian's lap. "Don't bother me Lisa. Get your work done, this time I won't hesitate." Damian pushed Lisa's body away. The man quickly stood up and left. "I managed to find Mario's whereabouts. The old man is far away from this town. I think he's enjoying all the money he brought," Lisa said before Damian could leave. The man immediately turned around. His gaze was sharp. "Don't waste time. Give me the number. I need to get this done right now," Damian replied firmly. The air of anger was palpable. "But..." "I'll do what you want. Whatever it costs me." Damian was a little furious with a cunning woman like Lisa. "Alright. I'll send it to your cell phone right away. But I don't need your money, just-" Lisa said with a smug smile. She ran her hand over Damian's six-pack abs. Damian didn't care. He quickly left Lisa's presence. His destination this time was Sira's room, where the girl was being kept. "Sira!" Damian broke down the door to Sira's room. The little girl flinched in fear. She was still on the corner of the bed with her hands and feet bound. "Mercy. Don't hurt me anymore," Sira begged. The little girl looked down in fear. Damian, with a terrifying smirk, laughed with satisfaction. The man seemed to enjoy seeing Sira beg and plead. "Did I do something wrong?" Sira's mind dared to look at Damian who laughed contentedly. The little girl found nothing funny at all. Then why was the billionaire laughing with satisfaction. "Look. Isn't this your son?" said Damian staring at his cell phone screen. Sira followed where Damian's eyes were looking. "Dad." Sira's voice choked up. It was Mario, Sira's father. But Sira hurriedly looked down. There was no way her father would save her. Considering all this time Sira was an adopted child who was always outcast and tortured. Sira looked down even deeper. Meanwhile, Damian was still laughing triumphantly moving his cell phone towards Sira. The girl cowered even more in fear. "What should I do with this daughter of yours? Do I have to rape her?" Damian's hands came closer and tore off another part of Sira's dress, leaving only her bra covering her breasts. "Please, don't do this." Sira reflexively covered her uncovered upper body. The girl was now crying in fear. "Look. Your daughter is crying in fear," Damian laughed triumphantly. But what happened was that Mario was enjoying his drink casually and laughing along. Seeing this, Damian was furious. His anger had peaked. "What's going on," Damian frowned. "Stop that laughter! Are you really not afraid of me raping your daughter?" Damian gripped his cell phone tightly. The man was really draining his emotions. "Go ahead. I don't care. Sira is not my daughter after all." "Listen to me Damian. You'll never catch me." Mario turned off the call. The old man was really enjoying the money he was getting away with. "Damn it! What's the point of this!" Damian stared intently at Sira. The man moved closer and firmly gripped Sira's chin. "Tell me the truth. Is it true what the old man said?" asked Damian with eyes full of anger. Sira nodded shakily. "It's true. I'm just an adopted daughter. All this time my father didn't care about me," Sira replied with a trembling voice. She was now even crying in fear. Damian was furious at Sira's statement. The man looked savage, he looked at Sira sharply. Then with his big hands, Damian pulled Sira and kissed her brutally. "Please, stop!" said Sira almost out of breath. She was sure her lips were bleeding now. Damian's kiss was rough and painful. "I'll pay back all the money my father stole," Sira continued stammering. Damian became even angrier. He was getting more brutal, now his hands were roughly groping Sira's entire body. The little girl was getting scared. She knew what the billionaire was going to do. "Stop it, it hurts so much, please forgive me." Sira was in great pain. The girl rebelled biting Damian's arm hard. Instead of stopping, Damian became even more brutal. He grabbed Sira's hair and slapped her hard. The corner of Sira's lip was oozing fresh blood. The little girl felt very dizzy and in pain. She could no longer fight back, her strength was gone. "Why is my destiny so painful," Sira said softly. The girl let Damian take her virginity. "I'm sorry," Sira said when she felt a tear in her groin area. Smelling fresh blood, Sira could only cry and close her eyes. She had been so tormented.Sira hobbled over. The young girl felt an excruciating pain in her groin area."Where am I," Sira muttered, looking around. There were only roads and trees in Sira's vision."Why is my fate so bad." Sira sat down limply. Her memory was still fresh of how the billionaire had cruelly taken her virginity. Then afterward, without taking responsibility, Sira was dumped in the middle of nowhere."Oh my God. Why don't you just speed up my death," the young girl complained several times. She really couldn't stand the torture that had always come and gone.Sira wept bitterly. The young girl had no sense of direction and no idea where she was. Along the way there were only trees and weeds. Sira had been completely abandoned by Damian, the billionaire."Make sure that girl suffers. Make her end her life right now," Damian said speaking to someone."Okay. I've made sure that girl won't find her way home."Damian laughed with satisfaction. Although she was only an adopted child. Sira also felt the
Sira blinked her eyes a few times. The girl adjusted to the lighting in the room."Room? Where am I?" Sira wondered. She immediately got up and sat down. Staring around, the trauma instantly returned. Sira staggered back, the room was clearly similar to the room where Damian had kept her."There's no way I'm going back to Damian's house," Sira muttered warily. Damian's torture had traumatized Sira. The girl was very afraid of having to deal with Damian again.Suddenly the door opened, a man in a neat suit appeared. The man was a little old but still looked fresh.Sira immediately looked down, the person was clearly different from Damian. The girl again imagined that she would be tortured like before."I'm sorry. Have I done something wrong?" asked Sira still looking down. She did not dare to look at the man in front of her."No, no. I was a hitman ordered by Lisa." The man answered immediately. He observed Sira from top to bottom.Sira trembled when she realized that the man in front
After a long debate, the owner of the nightspot was finally willing to accommodate Sira, even if it was just to help out."Alright. I'm doing this for you, otherwise how could I accept a seedy girl like her," the woman said with a sarcastic tone pointing at Sira. The girl didn't mind that, she was used to insults and diatribes. Because Sira had never been respected by anyone."No problem, ma'am. I'll do whatever you tell me to do," Sira said downcast. She really needed the job. Even if it was just being a dishwasher. That would not be a problem for Sira."Listen. Don't you need someone for the kitchen? That's why I brought this girl, please help her," the hitman said pleadingly. Sira didn't expect the hitman to help her to this point."Thank you, one day I will repay your kindness," Sira was touched. It turned out that in the world she lived in there were still good people left, that's how Sira thought."Alright. I'll hire her in the kitchen," the woman finally agreed to hire Sira."T
“Sira,” Damian muttered softly, which Sira had the misfortune to hear. The girl immediately took a few steps back. Sira ignored Nonya Liem's sharp gaze. Sira backed away slowly, her eyes still on Damian, and vice versa. Damian stood up, Sira was getting scared, she tried to reach the door handle that was right behind her. Her mind was now filled with plans to escape from in front of Damian. “Shouldn't you be dead? Who saved you?” Damian's words managed to make Sira freeze in place. Her hands trembled even more, she didn't know what to do, her body felt heavy to move. Damian's footsteps were getting closer, Sira could only surrender. Little by little, Sira's hand finally grasped the door handle in front of her. Sira tried her best to open the door in front of her, but Damian's body first locked her small body. Damian's breath was even clearly in Sira's ear. The girl was getting scared. “Please don't bother me again. Didn't I give you important information?” Sira said with trembling
Roy and Sira had separate workplaces. Roy worked as a bartender, which obviously put him in the front. While Sira was just a low-level employee assigned to the kitchen. "Thank goodness, Chef hasn't arrived yet," said Sira, relieved because the chef in the kitchen seemed to be later than her. "You must have woken up late," said a middle-aged man who suddenly appeared behind Sira. The girl tiptoed a little in surprise, "Sorry Chef. I won't do it again next time," replied Sira quickly. Her head was lowered, honestly she was very scared of the chef who seemed cold. "It's up to you. You better finish your work quickly before Mrs. Liem goes to angry," said the chef while taking a knife, preparing to slice the meat. Sira nodded obediently, although she didn't seem to care, but the chef secretly observed Sira's movements and felt sorry for Sira's fate in his heart. "You're the same age as my daughter, but your fate is really unfortunate," thought the chef as he continued his work. Ther
“What did I just do?” thought Sira a second later after successfully spitting on Damian's handsome face. Damian was silent, his face red with anger.“I didn't mean to,” Sira's words were cut short. Damian's hand firmly gripped Sira's shoulder.“This time, you're really going to suffer!” Damian snapped, then pushed Sira's body roughly onto the sofa.Sira's body bounced off the sofa. Damian's eyes looked like an angry demon. Sira staggered back, knowing what Damian would do. Sure enough, Damian undid his belt and prepared to hit Sira.“You're scared, aren't you?” said Damian as he approached Sira, swinging his belt in the air.Sira lowered her face. She clenched her hands tightly. Strengthening her heart, so as not to be weak in front of Damian.“You think I'm scared? I've had my fill of torture? Do you think I'm afraid of your torture?” Sira retorted standing up, looking Damian square in the eyes.Damian was very surprised by Sira's overly bold reaction. Even for a few seconds, Damian
Sira gripped her cell phone tightly. She still couldn't believe the amount of money Mrs. Liem had transferred.“Is this for real?” she muttered with her hands shaking slightly. She repeatedly looked at the account balance on her phone screen.“It's like a dream!” she said over and over again, even patting her cheeks.“No, it's not. This is real. I can't believe it!” she shouted in a very happy voice. Sira was still muttering to herself. She even tiptoed around like a child. Roy who was next to her was surprised.“You look like you're having fun?” Roy asked with a curious face.“You should see this. I just got a lot of treasure,” replied Sira with an equally happy voice.Roy frowned, “Treasure? Your words are too ambiguous, Sira.” Roy was getting more and more clueless. But Sira hurriedly pulled Roy's hand away.“I'll treat you to a meal until you're satisfied. Let's quickly show you a good place to eat,” said Sira pulling Roy's hand without being awkward.Roy felt a little strange abo
Roy and Sira were already in front of the rental house Roy had talked about. The place was quite clean and a little cool.“Is this the place?” Sira confirmed, while looking at Roy's face, whose face was a little doubtful.“I think it is. I forgot a little. So it doesn't matter if we ask the owner,” Roy replied scratching his unruly head.Sira nodded, she understood. Maybe Roy had looked for a place to live a few years ago, of course he would easily forget.“But where can we find the owner,” said Sira feeling confused. Roy was equally confused. He just realized with Sira's question.Before that, the man came towards them. He was wearing a special uniform, probably one of the guards of the rental house.“Who are you looking for?” Asked the man with a slightly friendly face. But it was clear that he didn't like the arrival of Sira and Roy.“Do you know the owner of this rental house. We'll ask about the details,” Roy replied with a wide smile. Trying to be friendly in front of the old ma