Chapter 6

I grabbed my single suitcase and followed Oliver to his apartment.

The moment he locked the door behind us, he turned and sized me up.

"You have a pretty face, but you look so fragile. I wonder how long you'll last with me."

I stared at him calmly. He rushed into his bedroom and came out with a pile of things.

"Put this on, then get down on your knees and lick my boots clean."

He threw a skimpy, ridiculous outfit at me, kicked off his shoes, and sat back on his sofa.

A foul, sweaty stench instantly filled the living room.

I looked at the scraps of fabric, then smiled at him.

He smirked, pleased with himself.

"Good. You seem obedient. Those other bitches always cried and screamed the moment I asked them to do anything."

"It pissed me off, so they deserved every beating they got."

I nodded, walking slowly toward him.

"You're right. People who make others angry do deserve to be beaten."

"Exactly, so you'd better—ah! What the fuck!"

Before Oliver could finish his sentence, I kicked him squarely in the stomach.

I let out a cold laugh, and a rain of heavy, brutal punches crashed down on him. He screamed in agony, collapsing to the floor.

Audrey thought that by putting me with Oliver, I would suffer the same brutal fate she did in our past life.

But what she didn't know was that the moment I realized my parents didn't love me—the moment I realized they wanted to sell me to Oliver—I started training in Muay Thai for two hours every single day.

I wasn't the one who was going to be screaming on the floor.

"Stop! Please, stop! Help! Help me!"

Oliver couldn't even fight back. I pinned him down, completely dominating him.

I looked down at him with ice-cold eyes.

"And here I thought you were tough. You're just a coward who only knows how to abuse weak women."

"Elena, please stop! I'm sorry! I won't ever touch you again, I swear!"

He screamed, terrified.

I stopped only after holding a fist inches from his nose, watching him tremble in pure terror.

"If you ever annoy me again, I will beat you every single time I see you. Got it?"

"Yes! Yes, I got it!" he nodded frantically, tears streaming down his face.

Looking at his swollen, bruised face, I turned and walked out of the apartment.