【revenge】

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Revenge
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Author: Unknown
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Chapter 1
"Hmm..." Feeling the hardness behind me penetrate deeper into my rear once again, I couldn't take it anymore. My
throat was dry and bitter, probably from moaning so much. I felt dizzy and couldn't
maintain my balance. I had never wished to faint so much, but the darkness I longed for never came
. The intense impact and strong sensations kept pulling me back and forth between illusion and reality.
"Ah... um!" His last thrust finally released his hot fluid. I felt a wave of heat fill
my body.
Although I didn't fall into darkness, my mind was blank for a long time. When I came to my
senses, I realized that although he had released, his hardness was still inside me.
How could this be? I couldn't help but struggle again. The iron chains on my wrists had already rubbed them raw,
but I couldn't feel the pain. I just felt that as a man, how could I have encountered such a thing? The humiliation
was suffocating me.
"Don't move..." He slapped my buttocks hard, and my anus involuntarily contracted. I immediately felt
his penis become active again. God, was he trying to kill me?
"No...no..." I groaned, crawling forward with all my might, trying to escape from under him.
"Still trying to escape? Let's see where you can run...You really are a beauty, you've aroused me again."
He began to penetrate my body again while grabbing my penis and stroking it forcefully.
This was the first time he had touched my penis, but because my anus was torn and bleeding, I was
trembling all over in pain. So even though he kept stimulating my desire, my penis remained
dormant, without any reaction.
"What are you doing? Take your filthy hands off me." I was terrified by his actions. Was raping me not
enough? Did he want me to join the ranks of the immoral? Did he want me to climax through this rape
? How could he have such a vile interest?
"Dirty hands, huh, you'll like them. I'll make sure you never feel like you're without my filthy hands. One day
you'll be begging me to touch you."
"Don't even dream about it. That day will never come." I shouted angrily. "Do you think I
'm a pervert like you?"
After fiddling with me for a while and finding no reaction, he clicked his tongue in frustration. "You're not
impotent, are you? Well, you're not good as a man, but you're top-notch as a bottom. I believe if you worked as a prostitute
, you'd be a star. I'll support you!" His hand finally released my manhood and
focused on attacking my anus.
"Let me go, let me go!" I didn't care about his insults anymore; I just wanted to escape this
situation. I kept writhing, but it didn't improve the situation at all; instead, it plunged me into an even more
painful state. He penetrated to an unprecedented depth.
"Ah!...Ugh!" This illusion of being torn apart was driving me crazy. I thought
even the Ten Great Tortures of the Qing Dynasty couldn't compare to this.
His thrusts became faster and faster. Beneath him, I was like a dying fish, my mouth wide open, panting
heavily, unable to suppress my painful moans.
My stomach throbbed, and I could even feel the pulsating veins on his glans in my rectum. And
then, without me noticing, my temples started throbbing, the rhythm matching his thrusts, faster and faster, faster
and faster. I couldn't take it anymore; my head was throbbing as if it would explode. Finally, my temples throbbed heavily, a
flash of white light appeared before my eyes, and I finally lost consciousness.
When I woke up, I heard the sound of a camera shutter clicking. For a long time, I didn't
react.
No, is this for real? I turned around with all my might, and oh my god, he was taking pictures of me with my camera,
and I was still completely naked, even covered in his semen.
He saw that I was awake, but he didn't stop what he was doing, even including my face in
the camera lens.
"Bastard! What are you doing?" I screamed hoarsely. All I wanted to do was scream;
after enduring so much torture, my screams were probably no different from a kitten's.
He curled his lip and sneered, "What? I see you're working hard every day stalking and secretly filming me, so I
'll try it out myself. How about it? How does it feel to be the main character? You'll be famous tomorrow. Although
you're already quite well-known, a leading figure in entertainment journalism, tsk... your readers probably never imagined that
besides being a master at writing about other people's private lives, you'd also be quite adept at being a male prostitute, right? Your skin is so white and
smooth. Don't you sunbathe outside every day? How can your skin still be so white? You really have the makings of a gigolo
."
"What nonsense are you spouting? Let me go!..." I struggled violently. "Didn't you hear me? Let me go!
Aren't you afraid I'll sue you? You're a big star. If you get into this kind of scandal, you're finished. Although it was wrong of me to stalk you
, as a public figure, aren't you afraid of ruining your career? Aren't you afraid of going to jail?"
I tried to get up, only to find that the chains on my hands had come loose, and the skin on my wrists was a bit blurry.
When I tried to sit up, all the muscles in my body protested, especially the pain from my anus, which
made me want to vomit. I forced myself to suppress the urge to vomit, and my limbs went weak. This was no time to go weak. I struggled
to sit up and tried to put on my clothes, but where were they? There was only this one big bed in the room, and
four mirrors. It was really perverted. I could only struggle to wrap the sheet around myself.
I steadied myself, my mind racing. Although I couldn't possibly sue him—because neither
he nor I could bear the consequences—even though my family wasn't well-off, my father...
My mother left us prematurely due to lung cancer. She was raised in a scholarly family,
and although she severed ties with her family by insisting on marrying my father, and despite the
hardships she endured with him, and despite being seen as an incredibly strong woman by others, I know she absolutely could not
bear the fact that her only son had been raped by another man. Her greatest hope in life was that I
could have my own career, find a good wife, and that our family could enjoy a peaceful life together. If this were
exposed, I could forget about finding a good woman. My lifelong wish was to ensure my mother had a
happy old age. Therefore, I can only swallow this humiliation. Not only will I not sue him, but I also hope he
won't tell anyone. It's so humiliating, I feel like I'm going to vomit blood.
I tried to reason with him, "Okay, how about this: give me back the camera and film, bring me my clothes,
and I'll leave right now and never show my face in front of you again, okay? As long as it's in public, I promise I won't bother you
. Is that alright? You should be less angry now." My voice started trembling slightly with anticipation
, and I really hoped he didn't notice.
"Hahaha…," he laughed uncontrollably, as if he'd heard the funniest joke
, bending over with exaggerated laughter.
"Don't mess with me! You've been stalking me for over three months, taking photos of me without my consent, and writing nonsense in the newspapers
. You must have made a fortune in those three months. You guys only know how to cause trouble. Do you even know
how much you've ruined me because of your fabricated reports? You've ruined me... Forget it, what's the
point of talking to a paparazzi like you? Today I'm going to let you know what it's like to be famous. Sue me? Do you think I'm an idiot? Don't say I'm not
afraid of you suing me. Even if you do, I'm not afraid. The problem is, you're already in my hands.
Let's see how you sue me." His voice was so cold that I couldn't help but shiver.
"What? Scared? You look so pathetic trembling!" he said sarcastically.
Like a goat caught in a tiger's jaws, I struggled desperately. "I'm just trying to make a living.
How could my report harm you? I'm helping you increase your fame. You should be grateful, right?
Stop..."
"Shut up," he interrupted, veins bulging on his face. His anger was directed at me, and he strode
up to me.
His aura was as if he wanted to strangle me. I helplessly backed away until my back
was against the headboard, staring at him.
He reached out his hand, and I thought he was going to hit me, so I immediately buried my head in my knees like an ostrich.
He grabbed my hair, pulled me up, and roared at my face, "Grateful? I wish I could kill
you. Killing you now would be too easy. I'm going to make you wish you were dead."
The viciousness in his voice seeped into my bones. "What do you want...?" I was terrified,
truly terrified. Was he going to torture me to death?
I never imagined this guy could be so terrifying. On screen, he's a sunny angel,
always with a faint smile. Sometimes, looking at him, I had the illusion that angels really do exist.
Even when dealing with the media, he was a model of obedience. I always thought he was a good backup plan. When
I failed to interview other celebrities, I always felt I could find some scoop from him to deal with the editor-in-chief.
He grabbed my hair and dragged me up, leading me to the mirror. I fell off the bed, my legs
too weak to even stand. Every effort made my whole body tremble with pain, and I could only scramble and crawl after him.
Seeing I couldn't keep up, he simply dragged me across the floor. The rough fibers of the carpet chafed my skin, leaving thin,
bloody welts.
Standing before the mirror, he fixed my face in front of him. "Look at yourself," he said, "the city's top paparazzo
. Never thought you'd be in this situation, did you? With your professional eye, you should be able to create a huge
sensation with nude photos like this."
The image in the mirror was of a pitiful man, his body covered in bruises, his legs stained with
blood from his anus, and his entire body splattered with semen. If I had taken such a photo, it would have been
headline news throughout the city, but it wasn't so funny if it happened to me. I couldn't bear the consequences of being chased by reporters and surrounded by fluorescent lights. All I could do was plead with him, 　　begging and pleading
at his feet . 　　"Please, I was wrong. I won't sue you, really, I can't possibly sue you. Please let me go. 　　I promise you, I'll never appear in front of you again. I apologize, I won't stalk you anymore, I'll 　　resign as soon as I get back, I'll never be an entertainment reporter again, okay?" Although I didn't know what report had angered him 　　to do this, all I could do was apologize and beg him to let me go. 　　"Sue me? You need evidence first, right? I'm currently hospitalized because I'm seriously ill, and 　　all this stuff on you will be washed off soon." 　　After saying that, he pushed open the mirror, revealing a bathroom behind it. He pulled me under the lotus flower, picked up the showerhead, 　　turned on the water, and started spraying it on me. It was so cold. I had nowhere to hide and no power to escape. The water poured over my entire body, 　　and he roughly used a bath sponge to scrub my whole body. 　　I couldn't resist, so I could only curl up into a ball and lie on the ground. It felt like I was in an ice cellar. 　　Taking a cold shower in the dead of spring takes a lot of willpower, but I was forced into it. 　　He forcefully spread my legs and sat on my back. I felt like a turtle being pinned 　　down, unable to turn over. He rinsed my anus with the head of his lotus flower and inserted his fingers as well. 　　"No, no... I won't tell you, let me go, it hurts!" I 　　trembled all over as his fingers scraped against me. He was afraid he wouldn't clean it properly, so he not only inserted two fingers but also dug hard inside, probably 　　tearing the inner walls as well. The cold water tore them open, causing excruciating pain. 　　I don't know how much time passed, but the cold water made me feel dizzy, as if I had taken some kind of drug, and 　　I was no longer in reality. When I came to my senses, I found myself lying in my room.

He looked down into my eyes. "I'll make you suffer while you're awake. Don't think it's over yet
; this is just the prelude. The real show hasn't even started yet."
He clapped his hands, and two men in suits walked in. They were clearly from the underworld
. Could this big star have some connection to the underworld?
As if sensing my doubts, they "kindly" told me, "You've been following me for so long, investigating
me for so long, and you still haven't found out anything about me? Sigh, it seems my family's security is pretty good
. But I'm starting to doubt your title as the number one paparazzi. Hmph, let me tell you, I'm the second young master of the Green Gang.
Doesn't my name give you any ideas?"
Zhong Qing, Zhong Qing, the second young master of the Green Gang! Good heavens, what kind of person have I messed with? The Green Gang straddles both the legal and illegal worlds.
Although they're currently trying to legitimize themselves, they're still the emperors of the underworld. I know their methods all too well.
Although I'm an entertainment reporter, my journalistic instincts have given me a good understanding of the Green Gang's activities.
As I was regretting provoking this devil, he pulled a bag from somewhere and threw it
in front of me, saying to his two henchmen, "Help him get dressed; he's about to make his debut."
What did that mean? What was he going to do?
Before I could react, his two henchmen started working. One took out a piece of colorful rope from the bag and
tied my hands behind my back. The other emptied the bag of its contents: a massage chair,
restraint belts, clamps, and other things I didn't recognize. What were they planning?
They ignored my nakedness and, after binding me, were about to place those horrible things on my body
.
"No, really, no, please," I cried. Although I didn't know their plan, I knew
he wanted to ruin my reputation, as if he wanted me to appear in public wearing these things. How could he have come up
with such a vicious idea?
With my hands bound behind my back, I could do nothing. I knew I wouldn't make it through this ordeal. I couldn't bring
shame upon my mother, so I decided to end it all. I just hoped that after I died, Zhong Qing would simply
bury me somewhere random. I didn't want anything else to happen. I'd rather my mother think I was missing than
see me like this.
With a hardened heart, I bit my tongue, but before I could even bite down, Zhong Qing clamped my cheeks, shoved a
gag into my mouth, and tied the straps behind my head.
"No, let me die! Since I've offended you, let me atone with my death! Don't humiliate
me like this anymore; my mother can't take it!" I looked at him with pleading eyes, but he didn't react at all, only
continuing to watch his men's actions.
They clamped my nipples, inserted a vibrator into my anus, and
wrapped my penis with layers of ribbon, even tying a ridiculous bow on it.
After all that was done, Zhong Qing picked up his camera and took a few more pictures of me. Now,
I didn't even have the possibility of dying anymore. I just regretted not killing myself in the first place.
After taking the pictures, he rubbed the clips on my nipples with his fingers, making me want to curl up in pain. "Okay,
what's your feeling about the next part of the show?"
"Ugh...ugh, um..." I groaned with all my might, hoping for one last chance.
Tears finally streamed down my face uncontrollably. I hadn't cried since my father passed away because
I was the only man in the family, so I couldn't cry. I had told myself that for a long time,
but now, my strength could no longer be maintained.
I beg you, I beg you, I don't know where I offended you, really. As an entertainment reporter, I
was forced into this by my editor-in-chief, and I was also forced into this by my family's financial situation. I believe that although I am a paparazzi,
I have never truly betrayed my conscience. I only imagine things within reasonable limits. But if something
really has a fatal impact on an artist, I never disclose it. That's why I became the number one paparazzi
. Because artists know my characteristics, they try their best to cooperate when they see me. Without
the cooperation of artists, how could I dig up so many headlines? They also think that it's better to let
someone like me, who still has some conscience, write about things than to let other paparazzi write nonsense.
I don't know if it was my tearful eyes that amused him, but he stared at me, paused for a moment, and a
strange light flashed in his eyes. Before I could catch it, he had already stood up and said to them, "Take him away!"
One of the tall men walked over, and I twisted my body, trying to stop them from touching me, trying to stop them from grabbing me.
Suddenly, a sharp pain shot through the back of my head, and I was plunged into darkness.
When I woke up, I was already in a car. Through the car window, I could see that the car was parked on the bustling
Fuxing Road, facing the Seaview Cinema. It was probably around nine o'clock in the evening, because the entrance to the cinema was already
crowded with people waiting to enter.
I had been dressed up by them, completely naked, with a gag in my mouth, and wearing these terrible
instruments. They had also hung my camera around my neck.
Were they going to kick me out of the car like this? "No! 　　I don't want to! " I looked around. Zhong Qing was gone
. Only his two henchmen were in the car. The tall guy had grabbed my arm, and his other hand was reaching for the car door. Oh God, someone save me! I'd rather die! 　　I looked at the tall guy with pleading eyes. He hesitated, and his gaze began to dart away from 　　mine. I beg you, I really beg you! Tears were streaming down my face. He paused for a 　　moment, then, as if he'd made up his mind, he reached for the car door again. 　　A surge of anger overwhelmed me. Was it still no use? Was I really going to suffer this humiliation? My head could still move, and I was 　　leaning against the car window. I thought, since I was going to be humiliated anyway, I might as well smash my head against the glass. If I was lucky, I might get 　　sharded to death. 　　I sat up with all my might, and just as I was about to smash my head against the window, the driver turned around and said to the tall guy, 　　"What's wrong? Aren't you awake? Why aren't you doing anything? Hey? Grab him!" He had already seen my actions...

He rushed over and grabbed my arm, while the taller man chopped him unconscious with a chop to the neck.
What happened? He turned around and removed the gag from my mouth. "It's alright, it's nothing. I'll take you away.
Don't do anything stupid."
He crawled to the front of the car, pushed aside the driver, and sped away.
Chapter Two
I don't know why he suddenly changed his mind and saved me, but I know that I won't be
thrown out of the car like this again, and my mother won't be affected by what happened to me. As for the photos, I don't
care about them now. As long as we can escape, that's all that matters. I need to get my mother away from this city as soon as possible.
He kicked another unconscious person off a deserted street corner, then drove to a house. He
carried me to the bedroom and untied me. After being abused for so long, I was exhausted
, so when he removed the toys from my body, I didn't feel anything. I only
felt a slight sting when he brought the first-aid kit to apply medicine.
Aside from that shameful area, the most serious injury was to my wrist, where the chain had rubbed so raw the flesh
was torn open. After the wound was treated, he dressed me.
I had regained some of my senses, and looking at his gentle expression, I couldn't help but wonder, "Why...?"
"Don't ask. I didn't do this for you," he interrupted my question.
But why did he dare disobey the orders of the second young master of the Green Gang and rescue me without permission? It just didn't make
sense.
"Thank you so much," I said, filled with gratitude. Truly, if it weren't for him, I might
be being devoured by those cannibalistic reporters right now. They don't care if you have family, friends,
or dignity. They only want to dig up some juicy gossip to fuel their increasingly perverse desires.
To be honest, I still don't quite understand why I got into this mess.
"What's your name, sir?" I asked softly.
"My name is Lin Yi."
"Oh, Brother Yi," I said, eager to understand what was going on. "Can you tell
me why this is?"
He gave me a deep look, his lips moved, and finally he decided to speak. "Actually, I captured
you. For the past three months, you've been following our second young master, and I've seen it all. Normally, nothing would have happened
, but if it weren't for you… well, never mind. However, because of you, some things happened, so the second young master
was furious and ordered me to capture you to punish you. In truth, you should blame me the most!"
"I don't understand! I didn't do anything!" I really didn't understand. I was just like any other entertainment reporter,
following him every day, taking photos secretly, making reasonable assumptions, and publishing sensational articles. Why did Zhong Qing
hate me so much? I felt truly wronged.
"Think about it again. What article did you publish about the second young master?" He seemed genuinely
trying to clear up my confusion.
"I've been writing about Zhong Qing almost every day for the past three months, I really don't know which report it was." I
genuinely couldn't recall what the problem could be. Actually, I always carefully review my reports before publishing them.
I only publish them if I'm sure they won't cause any terrible consequences.
"Sigh, how come you still don't understand? About two weeks ago, didn't you
see the Second Young Master in front of a gay bar and even take a picture of him?" He brought it up.
Oh, right, I remember now. After more than two months of close surveillance and interviews, I felt that this
big star had a rather strange temper. Sometimes he was as gentle as an angel, and other times he was so cold that people couldn't
get close to him. That night, I waited in his car and watched him go into his pub. When he came out, he was
holding a man in his arms. I happened to take a picture. I knew I had dug up a good scoop: a big star was visiting a gay
bar at night and had a male escort in his arms. I wondered how much of a sensation such news would cause and
how many young girls' hearts would be broken. Zhong Qing's acting career would be completely over. I hesitated. Should I publish it or not
? Although money was very important to me, and my mother's illness could not be delayed any longer, I was sure that with this news, I would
get a lot of money at the end of the month. But after weighing the pros and cons, I decided not to publish it. I didn't want to ruin an artist that even I liked
. So I locked the photos in a drawer. I never expected my damned assistant, A-Liang, to leak this to
the higher-ups. The editor-in-chief interrogated me for over two hours, forcing me to publish the article no matter what. I was
really out of ideas, so I just published a short piece, but it was extremely vague. As for the photos, I lied and said they had already
been leaked, which infuriated our editor-in-chief, who grabbed my collar and started yelling at me.
I thought this report wouldn't attract much attention, because these days, news outlets are all about sensationalism. I never
imagined that my report, which didn't even have any pictures, would provoke such strong protests from female fans. Zhong
Qing's agency, on the other hand, didn't react at all, but that's their usual policy—to ignore everything
. So I didn't take the protests seriously at all.
Could this be the report Zhong Qing was referring to?
"How did you know? I didn't send the photos at all. I even lied to our editor-in-chief, saying the negatives had already been leaked.
I didn't want to ruin his career. He's one of the few good actors I consider, and I didn't want the entertainment industry to lose
such a breath of fresh air. As for the written part, the editor-in-chief already knew about it. He threatened me to send it. He said
if I didn't write it, he would have Ah Liang write it, so I had no choice but to write it. If Ah Liang wrote it, I couldn't
control his imagination at all. Who knows what he would write? It's better for me to write it."
"What about the photos? Have you looked at those photos again?"
"What do you mean? I locked the photos in a drawer and haven't looked at them for the past few days. What's wrong?" I had
a feeling that those photos were the culprits who ruined me.
"Do you know that your assistant sent those photos to threaten the second young master, demanding five million?"
What? I was so shocked that I sat up. I had been lying down listening to him because of my strength, and this
sudden movement made me grimace again.
"Your assistant's name is A-Liang, right?" Seeing me nod, he continued, "Because of the photo..."
Something happened that I can't tell you, but I know you're innocent. But the young master doesn't see it that way.
He thinks this happened because you took the photos, so he decided to teach you a lesson. But I
didn't expect him to teach you this way. I thought he just wanted to grab you and beat you up. "
What about Ah Liang?" I thought, no wonder Ah Liang was acting strangely the past few days, and he's been missing for days.
It seems he's probably in Zhong Qing's hands now.
"Ah Liang has been sold to Thailand. The Second Young Master handled this personally; he hates him to the core."
He said bitterly, "It's all his fault, otherwise..."
Something made both he and Zhong Qing hesitate, and I didn't know
how badly those photos had harmed Zhong Qing, but from his tone, I knew he was determined to ruin me. The thought of the photos
made me panic, but remembering Mom waiting for me at home, I immediately became anxious. "What's the date today?"
"The 10th? What's wrong?"
It's been two days. Since Mom started recuperating at home due to her back pain, I
haven't stayed out overnight except for work. If I work overtime, I always call home. Not contacting her for so long must be
making her very worried.
"Do you have a phone? I need to call home," I urged.
He immediately took out his phone from his pocket, turned it on, and handed it to me. Because he had saved me, he knew Zhong Qing
would come to arrest him, so he had turned off his phone.
Before I could even dial, the phone rang deafeningly. Startled, my hand trembled, and I dropped the phone
onto the bed. I knew it was Zhong Qing's people calling; it must be them. We exchanged glances, neither of us
daring to answer.
The phone rang incessantly for what seemed like forever. Finally, he steeled himself and picked it up.
"Hello?"
"…………" A thunderous voice came from the other end; I recognized it as Zhong Qing's. It really was him, but I
couldn't make out what he was saying.
"I can't watch you do this, young master." His voice was weak, but firm.
"…………" The voice on the other end grew louder; he was probably
furious at his bodyguard's treatment of him.
"I'm sorry, I'll go back and apologize." He hung up abruptly without another word and immediately turned off his phone.
"
Thank you!" I said sincerely. Although I didn't know why he insisted on saving me,
someone he had no connection with, he had indeed saved my life.
"Brother Yi!" I was uneasy again, remembering his words about going back to apologize. "Is what you're doing now
considered betraying the gang? What will happen to you in the future?" I couldn't help but worry about him, because
betrayal is the most taboo thing in the underworld, so I wondered what kind of punishment he would receive for his actions.
"I will go back to apologize. No matter what, just because you are... oh, just because you look so much
like my brother, I can't bear to see you suffer like this. Don't worry, at most I'll just go to the punishment hall, I won't
die. You rest for a while, I'll go get something to eat." After he finished speaking, he prepared to leave.
Before he even reached the door, the door was suddenly slammed open from the outside, and about ten people rushed in,
each holding a stick. In less than three minutes, they subdued Lin Yi and put him on the ground. Two of them
grabbed me from the bed and made me kneel on the ground, pressing a short stick against my neck.
Not to mention that I was completely powerless now, even when I was strong and healthy, I couldn't withstand the brute force of these thugs
. So their series of actions achieved their optimal effect in less than a minute, and I,
like a surrendered soldier, bowed my head and confessed.
A pair of black leather shoes appeared before my eyes; I knew it must be Zhong Qing. He kicked me hard in the chin.
Watching his foot come towards me, but unable to move because he was being held down by the thugs, I was
kicked over as he wished. My teeth bit my tongue, and blood gushed into my mouth, while my hands were still being held by the two thugs.
He squatted down, grabbed my hair, and said to me, "Don't think about dying. Before you die, think about
what will happen to your mother, okay?"
The will to live that I had developed after being saved by Lin Yi had now been shattered without a trace. It turned out that
I couldn't escape his grasp. Did he still insist on humiliating me to that extent? This
would not only ruin my reputation but also make my mother's life unbearable. And judging from his tone, he was using my mother to threaten me.
I couldn't die, otherwise, who knew what they would do to my mother.
"What do you want? I'm begging you, I'll do anything you ask as long as you don't expose me like that,
okay? I'm begging you, really, please..." I kowtowed to him, my head thumping against the ground.
"What's the fun in that? I just want you to be famous, to be followed by paparazzi?" He smiled sinisterly
. "Hmph, why would someone like you want to be a paparazzi? Look at you, you seduced my bodyguard into
betraying me in less than half a day, what a stunner. Huh? Do you want to taste him?" He glanced at his
men.
I didn't know if he was just threatening me, because his men were all expressionless, but I couldn't stand
the intimidation. I'd had enough of Zhong Qing's cruelty; he made me fear him from the bottom of my heart.
"Second Young Master, you can't do this!" Lin Yi shouted against the wall, struggling fiercely, almost
breaking free from the four men's grasp.
"Second Young Master, listen to me, I have my reasons for doing this, please listen to me," Lin Yi pleaded
.
Zhong Qing clicked his tongue, then waved his hand at the men holding me down, "Take him to the car."
The two of them immediately dragged me to the car outside. As I felt uneasy, Zhong Qing
came out with a livid face and slapped me hard across the face several times. My ears were ringing from the blows, so I didn't
hear what he said clearly. I only saw his lips move a few times, then he pushed me back and
got in himself.
Just as the car was driving smoothly, he suddenly grabbed my genitals. I was so frightened that my whole body stiffened
. What? Was it starting again? Was he going to do it again?
He grabbed me and twisted me violently. The pain sent me sprawling to the ground, desperately trying to curl up to ease the
excruciating agony. He whispered in my ear, "Consider yourself lucky. The show's over, but don't forget,
I still have those photos. I bet they'd be worth a fortune if sold to those SM magazines. Just you wait.
I'll make sure you live in constant fear. Whether I circulate those photos depends on your behavior. You
're not going to run away, are you? You have nowhere to run. If you do, I'll send those photos all over the world, leaving you nowhere
to go. Do you understand?"
I nodded, trembling.
"Now, you'll have to be at my beck and call. What can I do? I'm a big star. I
can't even sleep with someone, let alone go to entertainment venues. But it's different with you. You're a reporter
, right? We can have 'intimate contact' anytime, right?" He said sarcastically. "Your body seems pretty good. If you serve me well
, maybe I'll give the photos back to you. What do you say?"
He was like a cat toying with a mouse, playing with it until it died,
giving it a sliver of hope, while it was already destined to be devoured alive,
leaving not even a bone fragment. And I was that poor little mouse, grasping at the last
straw, just like them. Who cared if it was a scam?
I nodded hastily. He'd already slept with me; why should I be a martyr? If
he only wanted to be my bed partner and give me back the photos, what else was there to consider?
He gave me a cell phone. "This is my personal phone. Answer it immediately whenever it rings, no
matter what you're doing, understand?"
The car stopped, he pushed me out, tossed a bag at my feet, and then sped away.
It turned out he'd dropped me off at my doorstep.

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