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Originally, Sam did intend to restrain himself from touching Beatrice. Since he got lost in the depths of her doll-like eyes, he swore to obtain that girl no matter what it took. Including using his slick tactics. He bombarded Wayne with numerous loans, which were accepted with a cheerful face. Who wouldn't like receiving a loan to fuel their gambling hobby?

Moreover, Sam was the kind of man who always got what he wanted. Not just power, but women as well. He only had to point out the type of woman who would accompany him tonight. And most of the time, those women willingly and happily spread their legs for Sam to mount.

But with Beatrice, for some reason, something was different. Something that couldn't be easily subdued. Something that made Sam half-crazy with curiosity. He could ignore the pain caused by his actions yesterday and satisfy his curiosity about Beatrice's body.

Ah... Sam was thinking too much. Since when did his sentimental feelings surface like this?

"What do you want?" Beatrice asked with glaring eyes. Her back was pressed against the wall in the corner of the room. Sam released a demanding kiss earlier, which Beatrice took as an opportunity to evade.

The only goal her legs moved for was the door. However, unfortunately, it was futile because the door was securely locked. Despite Beatrice repeatedly screaming, she didn't hear the approaching footsteps.

Sam himself had been observing Beatrice all along and chuckled. He sat in a more relaxed position on the sofa. "What a waste of energy, huh? You'd be better off sitting next to me," he said, patting the spot beside him gently.

"I refuse!"

Sam laughed, but shortly after, he rose and took wide steps toward Beatrice, causing her to step back as he approached.

"Stay away from me!"

Sam's laughter grew louder.

"Go away!" Beatrice shouted loudly. Until finally, she could no longer avoid Sam's grasp.

"I've told you, haven't I, that you need to be punished?" Sam said with a thin smirk on his lips. "So enjoy your punishment now."

Beatrice froze. Her body started to tremble. In front of her, the man no longer hesitated to cross the boundaries of his shadows. Beatrice suddenly felt her life becoming darker. Should she plead? Would she be forgiven this time?

"N-no," Beatrice stammered. Her reflexive hands also clutched the edge of her pajamas. But Sam could no longer restrain himself.

"Open the door," Sam said loudly as he dragged Beatrice back. The tightly closed door was opened wide by two people who had been standing guard there. Beatrice looked in disbelief. Were her cries for help ignored? God! She forgot that she was living in the den of heartless thugs.

"Let go!" Beatrice shouted after realizing that she was being dragged by Sam again. This time, the way Sam dragged her was much more painful than before. Sam's grip on her wrist caused her immense pain, but he ignored it.

Beatrice screamed for help repeatedly, but everyone who crossed her path turned their faces away or looked at her blankly. Some even grinned as if Beatrice deserved to be treated that way. Beatrice truly couldn't understand the residents of this hideout.

Were they all numb to human suffering?

Upon reaching the familiar room, the door swung open wide. Sam effortlessly entered, with Beatrice still trying to free herself from his grip.

Then... blam!

The door closed again. Beatrice sobbed even harder, knowing what awaited her this time. Surely Sam would do as he pleased with her. Despite trying not to be scared, not wanting to plead or suppress her feelings, Beatrice was still a girl under immense pressure.

She was truly terrified.

Her body was roughly thrown onto the bed she had slept on the previous night. Tears had already soaked the corners of her eyes. Her resistance remained unwavering. Regardless of whether it was kicks or punches she could land on Sam's body, she tried to defend herself, especially her dignity.

However, Sam was Sam. Relentless in pursuing his prey. Moreover, in Sam's mind, eventually, Beatrice would submit under his control. He just needed to teach her a lesson, so she wouldn't act out or behave recklessly while being here.

"Let me go," Beatrice pleaded. She disregarded the remaining trace of bravery in her heart. Their eyes locked as Sam positioned himself directly above Beatrice.

"Why should I let you go?" Sam smiled cunningly.

With force, he seized the hand that had been hitting him and pressed it firmly above Beatrice's head, using only one hand. For him, it was an easy task. What Beatrice had been doing to his body all this time didn't cause him pain but instead fueled his determination to subdue her.

"N-no," Beatrice whispered, shaking her head. "Don't do this to me." She begged Sam, although it felt impossible for him to grant her request.

Since being back on this bed, Beatrice could see the change in Sam's eyes. They had transitioned from cold and fierce to burning with desire, ready to be unleashed.

"I won't be rough," Sam said, still with his smirk. He deliberately used his free hand to gently wipe the tear-stained cheek with the most seductive motion possible. "As long as you follow the rhythm I set, I guarantee you won't feel any pain."

Beatrice's crying only intensified. Her heart prayed to God, hoping for some form of protection, however it may come. "Don't," she pleaded once again.

The fingers that had wiped her cheek were now used by Sam to tear apart Beatrice's pajamas. Beatrice's screams immediately filled the not-so-spacious room. She kicked in all directions, managing to strike Sam's thigh a few times. The grip on Sam's hand loosened. Beatrice tried to rise from the bed. Perhaps jumping off the balcony would be a better choice than being on Sam's bed.

But swiftly, Sam restrained her.

Once again, Beatrice was thrown onto the soft bed. Skillfully, Sam tied Beatrice's hands with a tie and secured them to the bedpost.

"Let go, Bastard!"

Sam laughed. "Curse me as much as you want. I guarantee those curses will turn into moans."