05. Too Beautiful To Handle

The nightclub was a chaotic blur of vulgar energy; booming music, flickering neon lights, and an oppressive crowd that reeked of sweat and alcohol. It was a place Chateau never imagined herself stepping into, yet here she was, dragged along by Sabine and Aisha.

"Walk, girl, or you'll get lost behind me," Sabine commanded, her voice colder. From the moment she crossed the threshold, Chateau was overwhelmed. Her discomfort deepened as she tugged at the hem of her short, red leather dress, its tight fit exposing more of her figure than she was used to.

When they finally reached the VIP section, a small group of people was already seated, their eyes turning toward them. One of the men rose with a wide grin. "These audacious bitches really come for money!" he exclaimed, while Sabine and Aisha only gave him a smug smile. Then attention immediately shifting to Chateau.

His gaze traveled over her from head to toe, lingering on her exposed thighs and the way her dress clung to her curves. The lust in his eyes was unmistakable as he licked his lips, making her skin crawl. Chateau glanced toward Sabine, only to see her walk away without hesitation, throwing herself into the arms of another man, their kiss fiery and uninhibited.

Chateau’s unease deepened as she realized Sabine and Aisha had disappeared, leaving her alone. Panic crept in just as a hand gripped her shoulder.

“Looks like you’re a bit lost, sweety, ” said the man from earlier, he pulled Chateau into the long black sofa. Around her, women swayed in a dazed stupor, and the table was littered with strange items that only heightened her anxiety.

He raised a glass to her face. “Want a drink?”

“No, thank you,” Chateau faked her polite calm.

“Why not?” he insisted, his grin unwavering. “You need to relax before you can enjoy the party.”

Chateau glanced around nervously. The scene was chaotic, wrong. “What kind of party is this? None of this seems normal.”

The man draped an arm around her shoulder, his voice low and persuasive. “Don’t worry about them. They’re happy.”

Chateau’s instincts screamed otherwise, but the man shoved the glass toward her again. “You’ll never understand unless you try it. Go on, cupcake—just one sip.”

Chateau didn’t want to comply, but the fear of the people surrounding her left her no choice. Their predatory stares felt like wolves circling a helpless deer. She braved herself only to stop abruptly as the sharp, burning scent of the liquor stung her nose.

“I can’t—”

"You can't stop now, woman."

The man silenced her hesitation with a swift, forceful motion, pushing  the liquid down her throat. She choked and coughed violently as laughter erupted around her. A strange, numbing sensation began to creep through her body, leaving her disoriented and weak.

Tears streamed down her cheeks as she struggled to breathe, the liquor burning its way down her throat like molten fire, spreading a false warmth through her limbs. Her body jerked in shock when the man’s hand began to roam over her.

“Stop… stop it,” Chateau pleaded, her voice breaking with desperation. She fought to resist, but her strength ebbed away, her mind clouded and chaotic. A dark voice whispered for her to give up, but she clung desperately to the fragile thread of her will.

The other man leaned closer, brushing her face with sensual touch. Chateau confused as she felt tingle sensation she couldn’t resist. Then the man said, “You’re just too beautiful to handle, girl; I can’t give you to the boss this easily.”

Chateau shocked, scared by the man’s words.

“Let’s taste her before boss. What a luck to have a virgin this night.”

Chateau cried along with their laughter that grew louder. She regretted following Sabine and Aisha's invitation, thinking it was an invitation to be friends but she was just fooled. She tried to break free from them but every touch just increased her sensitivity—felt like she was about to scream but she held her voice, let a moan out instead.

“Ngh… please....”

The men elated, their lusty faces gleamed with laugh.

“Did you hear it? She moans! Better keep her to the room. Hey!” One of them walked away to calling the service, “Give me a large room, make sure it fits for… ten! And prepare the things, I'm about to crush this virgin's hole haha!”

As the man rushing back to the seat, his corridor path was abruptly blocked by another figure. He was about to curse, but as soon as he realized who was the one before him, he knew his life was about to end the second that man raised his hand.

Thwack! Leonard's fist collided with his face with brutal force, sending him sprawling to the floor. He began crawling to escape, but Leonard grabbed a fistful of his hair, yanking him back. Without hesitation, Leonard delivered another series of punishing blows, leaving the bloods ran from his the man's nose and knock out his teeth.

Leonard was eerily expressionless, but the tension in his clenched jaw and the taut veins visible beneath his skin betrayed his fury. He dragged the man toward the seat and hurled his limp body onto the glass-topped table. Shards scattering amidst the chaos as women nearby screamed in shock and fear.

Leonard's gaze fell on Chateau—helpless and overwhelmed by the molly. Leonard drew his pistol, ensuring no one would escape his wrath. The sharp cracks echoed through the club, silencing the once—booming music and replacing it with panicked screams and chaos.

His eyes shifted to Sabine, in the middle of the frantic crowd—Leonard took precise aim and fired. The bullet tore through the air, striking her head in an instant. She crumbled to the ground as the crowd dissolved into utter pandemonium.

Then Leonard scooped Chateau's limp body into his arms, carrying her out of the club. He gently placed her inside the car, fastening the seatbelt with care. Just as he was about to close the door, she  grasped his hand in unpatient move, her touch stopping him cold.

"Help... help me~" her voice breathy and laced with confusion. Her flushed face and half-lidded eyes revealed her struggle against the heat and tingling coursing through her body—sensations she couldn't understand or control.

Leonard's throat tightened as he swallowed hard, her words and appearance testing his restraint. Her vulnerability struck a chord deep within him, but he forced himself to focus, his resolve unshaken.

“It’s suffering… I feel so hot,” then she said, her body flushed with discomfort.

“I’ll take you there soon,” Leonard replied, trying to comfort her, though he could see the drugs had taken a stronger hold on her than he anticipated. Her sobs returned, and her body wracked with the sensation of burning.

“My throat... it burns… my mouth, I need water. I’m so thirsty…” Chateau’s voice cracked as she continued to plead for relief.

Leonard searched the car in, his movements quick but he realized he couldn't find any water.

Unpatiently, Chateau grabbed his black shirt, her cries growing louder. “Help me, please, help me!” Her desperation pierced through him, hitting Leonard harder than he expected.

Without thinking, he grasped her face gently but firmly, slipping his thumb into her mouth as she immediately sucked on it. He was taken back, fighting to control the overwhelming desire that rose within him, pushing back the beastly urge inside.

Chateau's body moving erratically as she sought any semblance of relief. Leonard continued to search for any remnants of the molly inside her mouth, his attention sharp until he spotted a bottle of water resting on the back seat.

Fighting the pull of his own desires, Leonard grabbed the bottle and passed it to her. She drank greedily, like a person lost in a desert. As the liquid soothed her, Chateau’s frantic movements slowed, her body finally beginning to calm. Leonard stepped back, observing her from outside the car.

Leonard gasped for air, even though it was Chateau who suffered. His mind swirled with frustration and restraint, the tension between his protective instinct and overwhelming lust mounting. It felt harder to tame the beast within him than to kill a thousand men. He scoffed softly, his words barely a whisper, but filled with dark admiration.

“I can't help it... you're just so devine, Henri's daughter.”