Chapter 292 The One in Control


    As Le struggled, Vincent pried her legs apart and put her body on his waist. Then his hands grabbed


    her by her waist, undid his belt, and he let his fiery desire overtake him as he entered into her body.


    “No, stop, stop it!” Le screamed as she tried hard to smack him on his chest. “Don’t do this, I can’t


    stand it, it hurts, Mr. White, I don’t want to do it!”


    Bad memories returned to mind; right now, she was terrified.


    Her heart was fragile now. How could she possibly withstand his ravaging?


    Her first thoughts to mind is to escape, but he had her pinned down; the more she struggled, the more


    it hurt.


    “Let me go!” The only thing she could do was to scream at the top of her lungs, hoping he would let her


    go.


    “You can scream all you want; better to get all the neighbors toe. It’s an old house, the


    soundproofing is shit. Let everyone know what a lustful girl you are and shame your mother. I don’t


    mind at all; I’m not stopping. If you want anyone else toe enjoy the show, just scream. Let


    everyone know how shameless the Mayor’s daughter is, hahaha-”


    Vincent let out an evil grin, then he ced his face close to Le’s pale cheeks, and tightened his grip


    on her waist. “Scream, keep screaming!”


    “Please… stop, don’t do this, I don’t want this… Mr. White… I’m really scared, and it hurts… Please, let


    me go!” Le toned her voice down; she was feeling mortified and regret. She shouldn’t have made this


    beast of a man mad. He didn’t think like a normal person. Her resistance would only bring about even


    more punishment.


    “So how do you want me to do it? How about this?” Vincent smirked; he pressed close against her


    body and bit down on her soft skin, then asked slyly, “Like this, Le?”


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    “Oh…” Le let out a groan of agony; tears began to cloud her eyes. He bit down hard, and the pain


    and tingling sensation immediately swept over her.


    “Tsk, and you said you don’t want to do it. Look, you’re enjoying it, aren’t you?” Vincent raised his


    eyebrows; his hands wrapped around her slender legs and easily picked her up.


    “No… oh, let me go… I don’t…” Le was so afraid that her entire body was trembling. She cried softly


    in horror and her voice stuttered. She looked up at him with tear-filled, pleading eyes, “Don’t do this, I’m


    scared!”


    But how could he possibly let her go?


    He replied her woeful pleading by piercing deeper into her lower body.


    “Ah- it hurts-” Le shouted, she grabbed the bedsheets with her tiny hands. “Don’t-”


    It hurt too much, she really couldn’t stand it! It was like a painful execution, she didn’t like it, not one bit!


    It was like a pain that drilled right into her heart. It already surpassed the limits of pain that a normal


    person could withstand. Cold sweat broke out on her forehead, and her eyes became hazy.


    “Still want a divorce?” He asked as he continued to prate her.


    “I beg you, let me go… I won’t say it again, I won’t!” She tried to prop her body. The corner of her


    mouth twitched as tears streaked by. She knew begging for mercy was the only way she could get out


    of this situation now.


    “Will you even think about it?” He red at her and grabbed her chin, “Will you even think about getting


    a divorce?”


    He mped down on her waist without any consideration and continued to enter her. Pain was mixed


    with pleasure, which made her feel like she was going to copse. She cried out in pain, “No! Mr.


    White… Stop this… I won’t dare anymore, please, I won’t do it again!”


    Under his tremendous roughness, her body continued to gyrate, to endure, to pain…


    Hot tears streamed down her face; she looked at him with fear and disgust, “I hate you! Don’t touch


    me, I feel disgusted!”


    He had a son and who knew how many women. He probably had even more children. Who knew how


    many more children would show up in the future.


    Her body was in pain, but her heart ached even more. She shut her eyes from the pain, and tears


    continued to roll down. “Vincent White, you pervert! You’re abusing me!”


    “That’s right! I’m sexually abusing you, what about it?” Vincent began to punish her even more, “I’m


    sexually abusing you?! What about that Theodore? Him screwing you doesn’t count? You’d rather give


    your virginity to him than me, right?”


    “Right, that’s exactly it!” She piercingly shouted. She had no strength left to argue with him. Her body


    was already convulsing in pain. She felt as though her entire body was going to fall apart.


    A rage began to swell within Vincent and seemed ignited with his insatiable desire. Having restrained


    his desires for days, he couldn’t resist any longer, much less care about how pained she felt.


    “Speak, does it feel good?”


    “It doesn’t feel good!” Le began to feel numb; her heart hurt more than her body by a hundred folds.


    In the old apartment building, Vincent fanatically screwed Le again and again. Finally, her body gave


    out and she fainted. Then he finally let her go.


    Looking at her pale white face, a cold nce swept across his eyes. His cell rang in the middle of the


    night, and he stepped out the room to take the call. He closed the door on the way out, as though afraid


    to disturb her.


    Looking at the call, he frowned but picked up, “Hello? Howe you’re still up?”


    The other end said something, to which Vincent replied, “The timing is not right. If we do this now, we


    might not reach your ideal results. Are you sure? If so, then I’ll proceed!”


    “This is my personal affairs; I’ll take care of it, I haven’t forgotten, not even for a second! Take care!” As


    he hung up, a depressed look overtook Vincent’s face. He looked out the window.


    By the time she woke up, it was morning; there was no sign of Vincent, and all was quiet. The sunlight


    pained her eyes, as though she had a hangover.


    Le got up, but the soreness of her body almost made her fall. A warm liquid came flowing out


    between her legs. It was the only thing he left her, a sense of flirtation and ambiguity, which made her


    quite sad.


    As she walked to the bathroom, she felt a bitterness in her heart she couldn’t express in words.


    Tears began to fall from the corners of her eyes again. He didn’t love her, and he had a son already.


    Why did he continue to abuse her like this, what did she do wrong? Why did he have to be so cruel?


    Why?


    She made her way to the bathtub, turned on the water, and dragged her sore body in. Le wiped away


    the trails of tears, and muttered silently, “Mr. White, why are you doing this to me? I don’t want this, I


    really don’t, why are you doing this to me?”


    She slowly cleaned herself up. Patches of ck and blue bruises were eminent all around her body,


    which served as reminders of how cruelly he ravaged herst night. She cleaned each area little by


    little with the running water.


    The bitter cold slowly permeated through her skin into her soul. It pained her to even breathe. ‘Mr.


    White, I’m exhausted, do you know that?’


    After she was done washing herself, she stepped out the shower and got a change of clothes. With


    every step she took, it felt as though she was stepping on shattered ss. She didn’t know how long


    she could keep it up.


    Just changing her clothes seemed to have taken all her strength. She copsed out of breath on the


    floor. Her pale white face looked incredibly worn, but there was a slight hint of determination.


    After a while, she finally got up, and headed downstairs.


    At the Taekwondo dojo.


    Le stood before the shy sign of thergest Taekwondo dojo in F City. She took a deep breath, then


    entered.


    “Hah-”


    “Ugh-”


    “Pow-”


    The second she entered the shop, she saw a lot of people undergoing training. A sturdy woman who


    was probably the receptionist quickly came up to Le and asked, “Miss, looking for someone or?”


    “I want to take ss!” She said determinedly.


    “Hah!” The receptionist was stunned, thenughed. “Alright, we’ve got a ton of renowned coaches


    here; some are retired from the national team, some from the state team. Who do you want to work


    with? Of course, the fee rate will be different.”


    “I want the fastest course! The kind where I can pick up self-defense from perverts in a month!” Le


    said in a low but determined voice. “Are there such quick courses?”


    “Miss, Taekwondo as apetitive sport is great, but it’s not some secret martial arts. You can’t


    possibly get that kind of results in a month. You can strengthen your body in that time, but that’s about


    it. If you want to be proficient in a month, that’s the stuff of fairytales!”


    Le froze in her tracks with a bit of disappointment. “I can’t learn it in a month? How about learning


    enough to defend against one man? Just self-defense against one man would be enough.”


    The receptionistughed. “Miss, you’re killing me. Look at me, I look rather buff, right? I trained for ten


    years. I could probably take on two or three fellows. Butpared to a man who had trained for ten


    years, I’m still a ways off! There’s a gap between women and men’s strength from our physique.”


    Le didn’t expect the receptionist to be so frank with her. She nodded in approval. “Alright, I’d like a


    starting trainer; hopefully someone who’ll help me train and learn quickly!”


    “Can you trust me? My name is Vivienne Moore! If you can trust me, I’ll help you find the right coach!”


    “I’m Lexi!” Sheughed and gave her maiden name. “Help me find the right coach, I trust you!”


    “Alright, let me introduce you to our Coach Koby; he’s a Taekwondo expert. No fancy tricks or


    gimmicks; some of the people he’s trained even went on to join national teams and got quite


    impressive scores! But he keeps a reasonable fare. You’re a beginner anyway, no need to go too deep


    or into strength training. Once you’ve built a foundation, you’ll see. How well you do depends on


    yourself, the coaches can only do so much. You gotta be willing to put in the hard work!”


    “I’m not afraid!” Le gave her word.


    “That’s the spirit!”


    Coach Koby was a man in his fifties. He had a handsome yet stern face and tough body. Maybe it was


    because he had practiced Taekwondo for years, but with his tightened face and white Taekwondo


    uniform, he looked like a man who had been tempered by fire and age.