Rape and Domination of Tzuyu (Chou Tzu-yu) - Chapter 1 (Initial)

The time and place of this fanfiction are unknown, but the character's personality has been changed to be more timid. Don't say it's not her personality anymore. On December 31st, the last day of 2022,
I received news
that Tzuyu from the girl group Twin had secretly taken a plane back to Taiwan, her hometown,
to celebrate the Lunar New Year
. I was already lying in wait in the airport parking lot (of course, all the necessary equipment was prepared; how could I not be prepared for a kidnapping?).
The people who were supposed to pick her up were all dealt with (eliminated). All traces of evidence were also dealt with almost completely.
All that was left was to wait patiently for the prey to arrive. About half an hour later,
she arrived, dressed exactly like in the photo.
Her accomplice, hiding in a blind spot,
suddenly rushed up behind her. One person wrapped their arms around her waist and covered her mouth and nose with a strip of cloth laced with a powerful sedative (you can imagine what kind of sedative it was, like steroids). The other handcuffed and shackled her limbs
and dragged her away, who had been waiting nearby. Inside the large van, which was kept running at full speed, we sped
towards the pre-arranged mountain estate.
Of course, we planned to switch vehicles two to four times along the way to avoid being tracked later.
Upon arrival, after moving the prey inside, I did two things: I had my three accomplices kill her in a corner, then
move her to the van, doused it with about three buckets of gasoline (one for each person), and drove it to a cliff edge. Using a special method, I shifted the car to neutral and used a gasoline-soaked cloth to lure her outside, then set it on fire. The car exploded, and due to the explosion, it moved forward to the edge of the cliff until she fell.
She witnessed the whole process; she probably knew that if she hadn't been the target, her fate wouldn't have been much better.
When I entered the house, she visibly trembled. I removed the tape from her mouth, inserted a straw into a mineral water bottle, and gave her a few sips of water. I forgot to mention, I nailed the chains on her handcuffs; given her strength, it would probably take a lot of force to break them. It took about five to ten minutes,
so she couldn't break free quickly.
I took off my coat, which was slightly stained with blood,
and pulled out the standard-issue pistol that had just been fired (bought on the black market to interfere with ballistics and other reconnaissance directions).
After removing the magazine, I pulled the bolt and unloaded
all the bullets, leaving two. I carefully wiped them clean with a tissue, making sure there were no fingerprints, and then had her touch each bullet. After collecting the bullets, I had her pick up the gun and demonstrate pulling the bolt and trigger (of course, I cleaned away all fingerprints beforehand). ← This is an extremely important action, and there's foreshadowing; I'll explain why later.
I distributed the bullets and the pistol in various corners. Then, taking the coat I had just taken off, I led her to a canvas leading outside. I tore it down, took the canvas to the cliff where the car had burned, threw it down forcefully, and went back.
At this moment, I heard the sound of chains. I sensed something was wrong and chased after the sound. About two minutes later, I found her lying on the ground, having twisted her ankle.
I grabbed her hair, lifted her up, and slapped her hard across the face. She screamed, and a deep red handprint immediately appeared on her pretty face,
a trickle of blood flowing from the corner of her mouth.
I immediately pulled out the field knife strapped to my thigh, pressed the back of the blade against her neck, and said: "If you don't want to die so soon or get beaten up, you'd better behave and not run around. Otherwise, I don't mind slashing your face a few times, understand?" After I finished speaking, she nodded. I glanced at the blood at the corner of her mouth, wiped it with my sleeve, and said
, "Good, I've dealt with the disobedient one. I don't want you to be the one I'll deal with next."
After saying that, I quickly carried her in a princess carry to the front of the large SUV that had been covered by a canvas tarpaulin. The vehicle was extremely spacious, and I had modified the locks to be central locking with only driver control. The windows were also covered with extremely opaque tempered glass.
After getting her into the car, I sat in the driver's seat and drove towards my true destination. This was just a transit point, a place to dispose of some unnecessary accomplices.
We drove peacefully to my actual destination, then into the underground parking garage. I told her to get out and wait for me on the 10th floor; someone would help her clean herself.
Everyone here was trustworthy.
I prepared some tools (you know what I mean).
Upstairs, I saw she was wearing an extremely revealing evening gown, barely covering her private parts.
I told her to rest in the next room. It wasn't that I was being kind; I wasn't going to do anything today, but I needed to gather intelligence and smooth things over with some key figures, like intelligence chiefs and high-ranking police and prosecutors.
Just then, the news broke on TV about the incident.
There was a knock on the door.
I knew it was just the two of us in this large suite; everyone else had left.
I let her in and had her sit on the sofa. I lit a cigarette and started smoking.
She asked me what I was going to do to her.
I picked up a letter from the table and handed it to her. And I told her that someone had offered me $75 million to train her into a sex slave. Of course, I didn't need to transfer her to the client;
just leaking a few indecent photos would be enough to fulfill the request, so I accepted. Oh,
and the signature is unknown, so you don't need to ask me who commissioned it. As for the payment, it was transferred from an anonymous account in a Swiss bank. After
reading the letter, she fell silent again. After a while, she asked me, "If I cooperate obediently, is it possible for you to let me go back?" Of course, take... take as many photos as you like. Of course, after I go back, if you want... if you want, I can... I can rush back as fast as I can so you can vent. No... no matter how perverted the method, it's fine, as long as... don't ruin my acting career
. Is... okay? At this point, her eyes filled with tears, and she bit her lower lip.
I believe this was undoubtedly an extremely tragic realization and decision for her.
At that moment, I took the last puff of my cigarette, extinguished it, and exhaled
slowly towards the ceiling, uttering, "No."
She immediately asked, "Why...why not? Are
n't these conditions enough?" I retorted, "Yes, not enough. These conditions won't do. Because I need to train you for almost six months. How are you going to explain
this...? I can ask the company for leave and have them find a reason, like some accident after the New Year requiring a temporary departure for six months, or...how?
" I then gave her an answer that terrified her: {Permanent}.

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