Filed to story: My Husband Regrets Divorcing Me (Audrey & Cornell)
The man approached Nicole again, ready to deliver another kick, but this time she managed to sidestep it.
Trembling with fear, she pleaded, “Please, sir, don’t hurt me. I swear I didn’t mean to. If you keep hitting me like this, you’ll kill me…”
Although the man had encountered many women before and had grown indifferent to them, Nicole’s gentle pleas struck a chord with him.
There was something about the desperation in her voice that stirred something within him. He found himself unexpectedly swayed by Nicole’s soft, pleading tone, and he felt a strange tug of emotions.
Yet, despite the feelings welling up inside him, he couldn’t shake the suspicion that Nicole was deliberately trying to manipulate him through seduction.
Although the man sensed something was off, he couldn’t bring himself to resist Nicole’s charm. He approached Nicole, seized her by the head, yanked her upwards, and snapped, “Damn it! Where did you pick up such an alluring demeanor?”
Nicole was naturally defiant, but years of hardship had taught her the importance of subtlety, especially now when she was desperately searching for even a sliver of hope. “Sir, I don’t understand what you’re implying…”
While her body shook, Nicole’s hand had already gripped a sturdy stick she had hastily picked up from the ground.
The man pulled Nicole close. Startled, Nicole feebly protested. “Sir, it’s not convenient for me to please you like this. Maybe you could untie my hands.”
Recently struck by Nicole, the man grew cautious. “What are you plotting?”
“Nothing. It’s just you can’t enjoy yourself with me in such a position, right?” Nicole reasoned. “If you’re suspicious, why not free one of my hands and secure the other to the window? What do you think?”
The man found her words fascinating. He hadn’t anticipated that she’d be so knowledgeable that she suggested playing the tying game with him.
“I’m warning you. If you try anything, I’ll break your neck instantly!” he threatened vehemently.
Nicole feigned terrified and replied, “Sir, what do you mean? How could I possibly dare? I’m totally at your mercy here. I need to obey to avoid more trouble!”
“You are clever!” the man said with approval.
“That’s right. I work at a club. I understand the preferences of the wealthy. If I take good care of you, you won’t harm me, right?”
Nicole played up her role as a call girl since the man had no clue about her real occupation.
As expected, the man let his guard down at Nicole’s words. He didn’t doubt her words and believed she was an escort at an upscale club, which explained her boldness.
People of his work would stay hidden off duty to protect their identity. The man never dared to frequent high-class clubs.
He harbored envy for the wealthy patrons who flaunted their status at the club. Rumor had it, the women there knew all sorts of clever tricks, far more than he could ever imagine. Men always crave novelty.
With this in mind, the man began to loosen Nicole’s bindings, though he remained on high alert. A long, sharp knife lay within reach, just in case Nicole tried anything.
Without further resistance, Nicole was led to the window.
While the man was vigilant, Nicole knew she couldn’t succeed even if she struck. She was biding her time, waiting for him to lower his guard.
Sure enough, once the man saw how compliant Nicole appeared, he relaxed.
He secured one of her hands to the window and asked lustfully, “Tell me, how do you usually play this game?”
“Sir, you should take off your pants first,” Nicole suggested with a coy smile.
The man, thinking she was in the mood for some fun, began to unbutton his pants, visibly thrilled, oblivious to the fierce determination flashing in Nicole’s eyes.
Slowly, Nicole positioned the stick in her hand, ready to strike a fatal blow.
Just as the man started to remove his underpants, Nicole tensed up, preparing to act.
At that very moment, the door burst open.
Before the man could react, a powerful kick sent him sprawling to the floor.
Nicole was momentarily stunned. At the sound of the man’s cries, she realized the newcomer was Evelyn.
Evelyn, capable of flooring a man with a single kick, clearly had remarkable skills.
In an instant, Nicole decided on her next move. She quickly dropped the stick and discreetly stepped on it with her heel, hiding it while tears welled up in her eyes, feigning victimhood.
Evelyn, still seething, kicked the man again and berated him, “You fool! Can’t you control yourself? If something happens to this chick, how will you collect the money? There are plenty of women in the red light district you could go to with money. Why must you mess with women like her?”
“Ouch, I… I was just playing around. I didn’t actually intend to sleep with her!” the man protested weakly.
“Bah!” Evelyn spat on his face contemptuously. “Quit dreaming. Have you forgotten what happened to Alan after he slept with that kidnapped woman? Do you want to end up dead over a woman too?”
Nicole realized something serious had happened previously when their accomplice got involved with a kidnapped woman.
Evelyn was clearly more astute and stronger than the man, prompting Nicole to stay cautious.
Nicole recalled how Evelyn had seemed to help her call the police, but in reality, Evelyn had deceived her. Evelyn had dialed the accomplice’s phone number instead of the police’s to mislead her.
Evelyn’s thoroughness and cunning were indeed terrifying.
The man clutched his aching leg and groaned, “I know. I know. I won’t mess up like Alan did. That idiot couldn’t even handle a woman and got himself killed by her. Luckily, we caught her before she could escape.”
He then glanced at Nicole, his look served as a warning that any reckless actions on her part would not end well.
Nicole recoiled upon hearing this, her face filled with fear.
The man grinned, pleased.
Evelyn scoffed. “Don’t be fooled by this chick. She overpowered you once, and yet you’re still messing around with her. Aren’t you scared she might kill you?”
Evelyn was sharp and observant, seemingly able to read Nicole’s thoughts.
Nicole shook her head, insisting, “No, I won’t. As long as you don’t kill me, I’ll obey and not cause any trouble.”
Nicole feigned a fear of death. The man took Nicole’s earlier success in attacking him as a mere stroke of luck, refusing to believe he could be overpowered by a delicate woman Like Nicole. He preferred to deceive himself rather than accept such an embarrassing truth.
Yet, Evelyn didn’t buy Nicole’s act and remained on high alert. Women understood women better, she thought, and she could see right through Nicole. She was sure Nicole was not as obedient as she pretended to be.
Evelyn then instructed the man, “Put her in the car and prepare to sell her off tonight.”
Nicole felt a chill run down her spine. Were they really planning to sell her tonight?
The man loosened one of Nicole’s bindings, only to fasten it again and nudge her toward the vehicle.
Nicole advanced slowly, mulling over her escape. Her imminent abduction meant facing unknown dangers. This moment was her only chance. Yet, escape seemed futile with four or five people encircling her.
Impatient with Nicole’s pace, the man yanked on the rope and snapped, “Stop dragging your feet. Move faster!”
Nicole, realizing her limited options, decided to appeal to the man.
In a gentle, flirtatious tone, she said, “Kind sir, I’m terrified. Where are we going?”
The man’s eyes narrowed with suspicion. “Stop asking forbidden questions. Why so chatty? Are you plotting an escape like Evelyn claimed?”
At the mention of Evelyn, Nicole understood she was the bespectacled woman. Pretending to be frightened and tearful, she pleaded, “I would never dare, kind sir. Your face seems so kind. I trust you. I speak only to you because I feel you wouldn’t harm me…”
Her flattery seemed to work. The man, clearly pleased, replied, “Indeed, enjoy these last pleasant days. The ones you meet next won’t see you as human.”
Nicole’s fear intensified, and she burst into tears. “Kind sir, please, I don’t want to leave. Can’t you help me?”
The man was unmoved but offered a hollow reassurance, “Get in the car. I can’t release you, but I’ll stay with you till the end of this journey.” His lewd laughter echoed, his true intentions unchanged.
Nicole’s anxiety momentarily faded. There was still a chance as long as the man remained interested in making out with her.
According to Evelyn, men often let their desires lead them astray, which could only mean trouble for them. Nicole just needed to wait for the right moment.
Before stepping into the car, Nicole feigned hesitation and asked, “Will you come and see me later?”
The man stroked his chin, his response ambiguous. “You want me to come and see you?”
“Of course. You’re the only one I’m not scared of,” Nicole replied.
The man, smitten, seemed to forget the injury on his head caused by Nicole. “Okay, little beauty. I’ll find a time before you leave…”
Nicole eased slightly and climbed into the car. As the door shut, her expression shifted to one of cold determination.
Inside, there were two other girls, younger and with visible injuries on their faces. They had clearly been harshly punished, as they stared at Nicole with wide, fearful eyes, hesitant to speak.
Nicole spoke calmly. “Don’t be afraid. Don’t lose hope.”
The girls seemed a bit reassured by her presence.
Perhaps Nicole’s composure was contagious. One of them, with a round face, whispered timidly, “Can we really get out?”
Nicole nodded firmly. “As long as you don’t give up. Fight until the very end.”
Just then, the driver approached. Nicole quickly shook her head at the girls, signaling them to remain silent to avoid being overheard.
The driver entered the car, silent, and began to drive. It was clear he was accustomed to this.