Chapter 1363 Growing Hatred
"What do you mean I didn''t keep my word? Le, how can you say that to me? Everyone loves money.
One can never have too much money, right? It is a great opportunity for me to get rich. Only the
dumbest fool in the world would pass up on the opportunity!" Jim said to Le, intimidating her with his
Le felt small against his frightening and scrutinizing gaze. His gaze held a mixture of greed and
heavy desire; Le could feel incredibly vulnerable and naked.
Le was beginning to feel uneasy. She tried to take a step back away from him, but Jim was faster.
He grabbed her wrist quickly, tightening his hold until it started to hurt Le. She tried to shake her wrist
away but his grip was too tight. Jim kept his eyes on her, frightening Le even more.
He yanked Le closer to him, keeping her body against his. He held her waist tight, locking her there
with a predatory smirk on his lips.
Le was beginning to realize what Jim was nning to do to her. She tried to push back more
forcefully, but she couldn''t move from his strong arms. Jim had practically pinned her on the spot.
Seeing Le try to resist him was both enticing and annoying. She was really making it work for him.
He pped Le across the face, the young woman moaning in pain. He threw her on the bed when
she stopped moving to ease the pain.
It wasn''t long before Le''s screams got louder and desperate. The room was filled with noise of
clothes being torn and skin pping against skin. Jim had begun to torture the young, helpless woman,
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who continued to scream until her voice weakened. A few minutester, Le was knocked
unconscious; unsure if it was from the pain Jim inflicted, or her body failing to survive the torture.
Once Jim was finished, he pushed Le aside before standing up. He fished out his phone from his
pants, opening the camera to take several nude photos of the unconscious woman.
A few hourster, Le started to regain consciousness. Her vision was blurry and she felt lightheaded
from the fresh, stinging pain. She could see Jim watching her from the lounge chair near the bed. Le
gathered all her strength to get up, but at her current state, her body simply rolled on the floor. She
staggered to get on her knees to lean on the wall, while Jim chuckled to himself as he kept watching
her.
"Where do you think you''re going, Le? I''m not yet done with you. In fact, I have something to show
you. You should take a look," he said in a low voice. He got up and walked over to her kneeling frame.
He pulled on her hair, dragging her back towards the lounge chair. He sat down first and forced her to
sit above hisp. When she began to thrash around again, Jim held her with his arm before putting his
phone in front of Le''s contorted face. It was then that Le saw the nude photos that Jim took of her.
"Argh!" Le eximed, shoving herself off of hisp as she saw the nude photos. It waste before
she realized that she had to take the phone away to delete them. She tried to reach for the phone, but
Jimughed at her and pulled it out of her reach.
"Pathetic." Jimughed at her, kicking her away. He put his phone back in his pocket before standing
up to walk closer towards the beaten-down woman.
Heughed wickedly at her intense re.
"Oh, dear Le, tell me. What will you do when these pictures go public? Now everyone will know how
sweet your body is." Jimughed again and looked at her with equal intensity.
Le didn''t know what to do if that happened. She didn''t know what Charles would think of her if he
saw them. She bit her lower lip angrily, shaking her head in disbelief.
She tugged on Jim''s clothed leg, looking at him with pleading eyes.
"Please, please don''t. I beg you," Le pleaded desperately.
"What? Are you begging now? You gotta show me your sincerity, then," Jim teased, reaching for her
chin. Her skin was soft against his calloused fingers, exciting him once again.
Le could sense what he wanted. She sumbed to it, knowing she had to be sincere towards him.
She fixed herself and knelt beside him, waiting for him to give an order.
She was abhorrently filled with desperation and shame, but she couldn''t do anything about it. If she
hadn''t kidnapped Shirley in the first ce, she could have avoided this disgusting turn of events.
She couldn''t reverse time, however. No matter how much she might regret it, it was impossible to get
out of the trap she willingly went into.
"You''re delectable. I''m happy that I''ve got a new toy to y with. Make yourself always readily avable
for me, and I might consider deleting your photos. If you refuse me, or if you tell anyone about this, I''ll
make sure to expose these photos. Everyone will know how cheap and lewd you are," Jim whispered
threateningly towards the small, weak woman.
His words were filled with venomous threats that Le was sure to be terrified by.
Jim could feel himself growing aroused again from Le''s obedient andcent behavior. He pulled
her hair and threw her on the bed again before unbuckling his pants. Once he was finished satisfying
himself with his new toy, he sighed happily before pushing her aside once again. He dressed up fairly
quickly, chuckling when he turned back to see her sad and desperate look. He closed the door and left
her alone in the room.
Tears kept falling down her cheeks, and Le made no effort to wipe them dry because they kept falling
back anyway. Her hair was disheveled. Her face and eyes had reddened from soreness. Her body was
beginning to sprout with bruises all over, and she could still feel the stinging pain. When she finally felt
just gone through.
Her eyes were brimming with hatred. She punched the bed and yelled to the pillows as loud and as
hard as she could, anger reaching its boiling point. She hated Sheryl even more now.
It was all Sheryl''s fault. It was that damn bitch! If it weren''t for her involvement, Le never would have
experienced such a monstrous circumstance! Le couldn''t help but shift her anger and rage towards
Sheryl, because she knew she started everything.
There were so many other men in this world, why would Sheryl have to take her beloved Charles away
from her? Why would Charles choose Sheryl over her? The more Le thought about them, the more
she hated Sheryl. She was quaking with anger, blinded by madness. She didn''t realize how ridiculous it
was to me Sheryl for everything.
Le swore then and there that she would never let Sheryl get away that easily again. One day, she
would take revenge on her when she least expected it. She would make sure that she would pay a
thousand times worse than what Sheryl did to her.
Le took today as the beginning of her hatred, not as a lesson for her previous mistakes. She was
going to make sure that Sheryl would pay. She swore by it.
Le stayed in the small little cabin for a while longer until her tears had dried up. She staggered
towards the bathroom to wash herself, the cold water hitting harshly against her bruised skin.
There wasn''t any soap for her to wash her body with, so she scrubbed as hard as she could with only
water. She kept scrubbing to clean away the taint that Jim left, but even as her skin reddened and
bursted with newer wounds, she still felt dirty.
All she knew was that she had to clean her body. She had to remove as much of Jim as she could.
"I''m so dirty," Le mumbled to herself as she cleaned. Her tears mixed with her bath water as she
scrubbed her hands against her legs and stomach.
It took longer than expected for Le to calm back down. She returned to the bedroom, picking up her
tattered clothes from the floor. As she dressed, she grazed her fingers against the tears and holes in
her clothes, willing herself to leave this hell hole.
As she reached the door to leave, she turned around to look at the room for thest time. She wanted
to remember what this room of torture and suffering looked like.
It was Le''s duty to never forget this day. Her hatred had grown strong enough that she could drive
herself forward to make Sheryl pay. "My sacrifice shall not be in vain," Le thought to herself,
swearing her life to the promise to hold Sheryl ountable.