Whenever Vegas left the room, I would always look for a way to escape. But no matter how much I wanted to jump from the balcony, the chain on my wrist held me back. I tried hitting my wrist against the wall several times, but there was no sign that it would come off.

It seems stupid, I know. But in my head, I've tried everything. Pointy and solid stuff, whatever things that might unlock it. It was almost impossible. So, I just thought of stupid ways. I tried pulling my arm out of the big chain. It was hard and it hurt a lot.

Time passed until late night came. I still didn't give up and kept searching in every crook and cranny, under the bed, the drawers. But I found nothing that could help me. I tried opening the big wardrobe and looked for sharp objects but... there was nothing. I just folded the clothes back to normal so it wouldn't be obvious.

The whole cabinet was clean and organized. When I came back, I finally noticed something different and strange inside one of the drawers.

Woah!

I whispered to myself as I took some things out of the drawer.

I cursed in disbelief.

Fuck you, Vegas! That goddamn pervert! What a sicko! I held the objects in disgust. There were chains, whips, handcuffs, and various sex toys. There were so many that I had goosebumps all over my body.

I threw them back in the drawer where they belonged and stroked my arm frighteningly. I don't want to be here anymore!

Suddenly, I heard the door open from the outside, so I immediately rushed

back to the side of the bed while fully clothed. I lied down, stayed still, and

pretended to be asleep.

Soon, the bedroom door opened and the smell of booze wafted through the

room. I could sense Vegas' figure slowly approach the bed. I felt terrified and my heart started beating fast. Just the thought of him circling around me made my fear grow uncontrollably.

Thud! The impact hit the bed next to me, causing me to be startled. I tightly

closed my eyes as I frantically prayed for mercy in my mind. I almost stopped breathing for a moment when I realized that he was lying next to me.

But... Why was he so quiet? Both of us stayed still. I let out a huge sigh of relief and slowly opened my eyes as I moved my head to look beside me.

The bastard Vegas laid face down on the bed in desperate condition. His face was full of faint palm marks and there were bruises on his lips, presumably because of Kan when they fiercely argued today. I raised myself from the bed and stared at him silently. Vegas' eyes were still closed and he wasn't moving.

This man, if viewed from the outside, seemed like a normal person. Even

though his face showed a cunning expression, every time I saw him, he

appeared with a smile. A kind and friendly look. He was a normal person in my eyes. I sometimes listened to Boss Khun and Boss Kinn's description of his evilness. But because I've never gotten to know him, I wasn't convinced at first.

But now, I firmly believed them. He was more than I thought, beyond my

expectations. Like a politician, he had two creepy personalities. I never knew his true self would harbor evil and had ideas that were difficult to fathom.

The wobbling voice groaned with closed eyes, still not looking at me. I hesitated before immediately moving to rest myself by the headboard of the bed.

Vegas said, a laugh resonating from

his throat. His body was still facing down.

I said, curling my knees and hugging

them tightly.

Said Vegas in a low voice. I turned my gaze away because I didn't want to see his face. The more I looked at him, the more I felt bad.

Vegas continued staring at me.

I turned and yelled at him. But I only got a laugh and the corners of his lips lifting to a smile.

Vegas said, his voice lowering by the end of his sentence.

I lowered my gaze and pretended to look at another direction.

I narrowed my eyes to look at Vegas who was now looking off into the

distance. His eyes looked blank but it flickered until it was filled with pain and weakness that it couldn't be completely closed.

I pursed my lips closely, not daring to move too much because I felt uneasy

from what Vegas said. I didn't know what I was feeling.

Vegas continued talking.

I was able to understand what he was trying to say. That, in fact, the love of

the second family was just for show. Vegas and Macau were just one piece of Boss Kan.

Vegas poured out his thoughts.

If only Kan loved and cared for his children a little, this kind of thing wouldn't have happened. Vegas didn't seem to get along with his father at all. He must've gotten hit like this all the time.

If we were in normal circumstances, I would feel sorry for him. But he

shouldn't use his pain to hurt other people. He needed to strive to become

different. Vegas shouldn't act like a child without warmth and let his emotions prevail over reason, or else he would be no different from his father.

He squinted his eyes and asked for my opinion.

I simply replied.

I knew everyone had their

own reasons behind their actions. Vegas as well, but he was thinking

wrongly.

I accidentally said what I was thinking which made me hurriedly purse back my lips so I wouldn't say anything else.

Vegas continued to say his own emotions and feelings.

I had no desire to save him from his sins but if he continued with this mindset, he'll go the wrong way for the rest of his life.

I tried to remain calm and stop preaching at him. There was one side of myself who wanted to say that if he wanted to go to hell, he should go alone.

I'd be contented if he kept immersing himself in his foolish ways.

I couldn't help but ask after hearing

him say that.

I immediately retorted. This bastard grew up in a comfortable lifestyle. I could think of so many worse things he would've experienced. I hope he experiences that in his next life.

Sometimes, I wanted to lift my feet and kick him. Boss Kinn is a better person than he thinks.

Damn, Vegas! Losing and bullying his rival. He was acting like an immature child.

Then, Vegas laughed. His once empty and distant eyes suddenly turned to look at me and stared at me

for a moment. I gulped down my saliva out of nervousness. This asshole! What was he gonna do?

I looked at Vegas suspiciously as I watched him slowly rise from the bed

and crawl towards me.

I tried to get off from the

bed and flee, but he wrapped his arms around me and held me still.

I yelled at him and began to panic from the terrifying expression on his face.

Said the bastard Vegas, his stinking breath reaching me. Was he too drunk or was he joking?

I pushed Vegas until he fell back to where he was before. He shifted

slightly. I stood on the ground and held a pillow in front of me tightly as a shield in case he was going to do something bad to me.

But everything fell silent as Vegas laid on the bed, facing the other

direction. He stayed still without moving until I had to check if he was alive.

I called his name in disbelief.

I lifted my leg and kicked his forearm, but there was no response.

I accidentally shouted so loudly that

Vegas flinched. I jumped and leaned my back against the wall in surprise,

thinking that he would wake up. Shit! I was even more paranoid now, dammit!

I'm too anxious for this!

I immersed myself in my thoughts for a long time before collapsing onto the

bed, and then looking at Vegas' body in frustration.

Suddenly, I thought of something. Vegas must have a phone with him. I could use his phone to contact someone. I figured it out, so I crawled onto the bed and searched for both the pockets of his pants, but it was empty which made me get off the bed again. I then went and opened his expensive bag. I tried to move as quietly as possible, but I found nothing. Argh! He was careful! He

must have put his phone on the desk outside.

I cursed with utmost disgrace and sat down on the same bed.

I used both of my feet to kick him out of the bed because I couldn't stand seeing his face.

Bam! Vegas' body rolled off the bed and fell on to the floor. I'm satisfied even with just that. What kind of revenge shall I do to you? I'll do a little bit, you can take it!

Then I buried myself under the blanket after reaching out to turn off the bedside light.

Phew! I didn't know if I should feel victorious. But I'll do it like this. I would encourage him to drink more often so I could kick him off of the bed when he's drunk. If it will happen often, he'll get bruised to death. Hehe, I won't be blamed, too.

Eh? What kind of plan was this? His stupidity was starting to rub off me. What the fuck am I thinking? It's silly, I'm going crazy!

The next morning, I woke up with my body aching because the soreness still

hasn't gone away. Damn! I couldn't sleep well. And why didn't I sleep? I tried coming up with plans on how to kill Vegas all night.

Fuck! I still had the chain around my wrist. I was stuck in here again without a way to kill him. I'd still be tied up like this even if he died. I couldn't help but remember my grandmother's face. I miss her so much! I need to survive. For

her.

Bam! Whack!

A loud voice shouted as I heard items get thrown to the floor. It made me get out of the bed, lift my head, and look out through the opaque glass.

Damn, Vegas was in a rampage again? This time, he stood pointing at two of

his underlings who stood still with their heads down.

One of his underlings told Vegas with a fearful look.

Seeing the two underlings walk out of the room and Vegas walking towards

the bedroom, I hurriedly fell onto the bed and pretended to be asleep.

Snore~

I clenched my fists under the blanket and took a deep breath, knowing full well that Vegas was in a bad mood.

Vegas pulled the blanket off of me. My feet moved automatically, and

I kicked him on the stomach with full force.

His eyes were even more furious. I immediately frowned. I didn't mean to provoke the fire to make it hotter than before. I knew than when Vegas was angry, he was unstoppable. There was nothing around me that could protect myself from him. But I was surprised, and my body moved by itself.

I raised myself from the bed and told him nervously.

Vegas took a deep breath as I waited for him to erupt.

Vegas grabbed both of my arms and held them tightly against the bed's headboard. I could do nothing but squirm beneath him.

His strength was so great that I couldn't resist. The devil in Vegas was back again.

I closed my eyes tightly, trying to get him off me.

The bastard drew closer. His figure pressed firmly against mine until my legs were unable to move.

The bastard Vegas lowered his face to the crook of my neck which made me feel goosebumps all over my body.

I used all my strength to wriggle out

of his hold until I felt numb. I needed to find a way to survive.

Vegas whispered in my ear softly. I felt even more disgusted.

I still didn't give up. No matter

what, I'll never let myself be fucked again.

I closed my eyes, resisting him in every possible way.

Vegas released his hold from my wrist and then switched to firmly pressing my head against the bed in anger.

I tried hitting his arm because he had one hand on my face and the other hand strangling me by the neck.

Vegas' voice roared, the force he

was using to squeeze my neck intensifying as he shouted.

My hands were exhausted from suffocation. I felt like I was about to drown in oil, suffering until my consciousness was starting to

fade.

I narrowed at my eyes at Vegas in a blur. Tears began to flow on my face in pain. Vegas' eyes made him seem like an assassin who was ready to take my life.

Knock! Knock!

A bodyguard yelled from outside. The bastard Vegas quickly loosened

his hold on me. I lay gasping for air for my poor lungs.

My hoarse voice asked him with my

body still laying on the bed. Shit!

Vegas walked over and grabbed a pair of handcuffs from the drawer before pulling both of my arms to his direction. He firmly locked the key against the bedside pole.

I said with wide eyes. My wrists were held tightly from both sides and there was also a large chain attached to it.

Was all he said before he walked out of the room.