Chapter 9: Let Me Die

Charles lounged on the couch, his head slightly tilted, watching with keen interest.

One of his henchmen, standing nearby, couldn't take his eyes off Olivia's fiery figure on the bed. Her seductive demeanor was so intense that it caused a slow trickle of blood from his nose.

Charles frowned, "You can mess around with any woman you want, but not this one. She's dangerous; one wrong move and she'll kill you. Look, she's about to murder someone."

The henchman stiffened, glancing at the scene on the bed, unable to suppress his wandering thoughts.

Robert said Olivia was going to kill someone, but it didn't seem like it.

She was clearly taking the initiative.

What a wild woman!

Soon, his eyes widened.

On the bed, Olivia suddenly yanked off the necklace around her neck, wrapped it around the man's throat, and tightened it forcefully.

The man's movements halted, survival instincts kicking in as he rolled off the bed in a desperate scramble.

"Twenty-one minutes and thirty-two seconds."

Charles glanced at his wristwatch, "If that necklace were sturdier, you'd be dead by now. You failed. Take him away and deal with him."

"Mr. Davis, I beg..."

The man's plea was cut short as he was gagged and dragged away.

Charles looked at the breathless, marked-up Olivia on the bed and clapped, "Now I understand how Nolan fell into your trap. Next one, continue."

The second man stepped forward.

Olivia's previous performance and the first man's fate had already made him aware of the gravity of the situation.

His first move upon reaching Olivia was to punch her in the face, then he pulled out the bedsheet and tightly bound her hands.

This time, the man lasted twenty-five minutes.

At his peak excitement, Olivia used her bound hands to strangle him with all her might.

The man didn't even have a chance to get off the bed, furiously punching Olivia, but she gritted her teeth and refused to let go. Eventually, he passed out on top of her.

"Well, well, well." Charles shook his head in admiration, "If I hadn't investigated you thoroughly, I'd almost suspect you were an assassin sent by some organization. Next one, continue."

The third man learned from the previous two, discarding anything that could be used to kill, making her lie on the bed, and binding her hands behind her back.

But Olivia still found an opportunity, turning her head and biting down hard on his artery.

Scarlet, hot blood sprayed across her face, and as the man collapsed, she lay on the bed, unable to move.

She had given her all, but this was as far as she could go.

She couldn't move anymore.

And there was still a fourth man ready to humiliate her.

The fourth man saw Olivia's blood-stained face and was terrified.

Robert was a devil, no doubt, but this woman was no better than him.

She could kill, too.

He didn't want to deal with Olivia, but dealing with her was his only chance to survive.

"Mr. Davis, can I... can I have something? If you give it to me, I'll make sure to handle her well," the man pleaded with Charles.

Charles removed the cigarette from his mouth. "What do you want?"

"An aphrodisiac."

Charles laughed, "I'll give it to you."

No.

Olivia wanted to stop him.

But she was too weak now, only able to watch as the fourth man approached, pried open her mouth, and fed her the disgusting drug.

Soon, her body felt like it was on fire, uncontrollably seeking the man's cool touch.

No, she couldn't do this.

Enduring the first three guys' sex assaults was practically her unyielding struggle for her life, but now...

It was better to die.

If she died, it would all be over.

'Sorry, David, sorry Mom and Dad, sorry to my in-laws, I really... can't take it anymore.'

Olivia bit her tongue hard, using her last bit of strength to push the fourth man away, crawling desperately towards the scalpel.

Her fingers had just touched the scalpel when Charles's foot came down on it.

Olivia looked up at him, her eyes bloodshot, "Let me die. You want revenge, right? If I die by my own hand, you won't be charged with murder. Let me die."

"Die?" Charles bent down to look at her, "If I want someone dead, they can't live. If I don't want someone dead, they can't die no matter what."

"Her body is already so weak. Why not take her back and enjoy her?" Charles looked at the fourth man with dissatisfaction, "Whether you live or die depends on your skills."

"Yes, Mr. Davis, I'll take her back to the bed right away."

Charles sat back on the couch, and Olivia could only watch helplessly as she was carried back to the bed, tortured in various positions by the fourth man.

Time passed minute by minute, and finally, it was over.

The man, panting heavily, got off her, stood up, and immediately collapsed to the floor.

"Get Ms. Smith cleaned up," Charles ordered.

A henchman dragged her into the bathroom and cleaned her up.

When she came out, the fourth man was gone, leaving only Charles and his henchman in the room.

Besides them, the room reeked of the nauseating smell of sex.

Olivia retched, but having not eaten dinner, nothing came out.

"Ms. Smith, you came out just in time. The video my men shot is quite impressive. Let's watch it together."

Olivia's eyes moved, tears uncontrollably streaming down her face.

She raised her hand in surprise, wiping her cheek, seeing the wetness on her fingers, and was confused.

She thought she couldn't cry anymore, having shed all her tears earlier.

But she was still crying.

The USB was plugged into the laptop, and the blood-pumping scenes appeared on the screen.

Charles admired and praised, "Ms. Smith has a great figure, a slim waist, and impressive skills. Looks like you've had plenty of practice with men over the years."

Olivia forced a smile, squeezing out a hoarse voice, "I... I think it's pretty good too."

Charles raised an eyebrow, looking at her with interest.

The video finally played to the end, and Charles handed the USB to his henchman.

"Distribute it, everyone gets a copy, as a lesson not to lose their lives over a woman. Also, edit a highlight reel of Ms. Smith's performance, in case she tries to report us after leaving."

"I won't," Olivia's lips trembled, "You're so powerful, I wouldn't dare provoke you again."

"Good to know. In the future, if I need Ms. Smith to do something, I hope you'll come promptly and handle it well, or else..."

He didn't finish the sentence, but the meaning was clear.

"What else does Mr. Green want me to do?"

"Currently, it seems Ms. Smith really has a talent for sex skills. I might arrange for you to entertain some clients I'm trying to win over. As for other tasks, I'll let you know when I think of them."

"We have plenty of time to enjoy, no rush."

Charles pointed to his henchman, "It's late, take Ms. Smith back."