Chapter 2 Let Me GO

"Hey! Where do you think you're going? I've already paid for our drinks. Just stay here with me!" Ava could barely stand as she struggled to chase after the man when suddenly, two extremely muscular men grabbed her from behind. She tried hard to suppress her emotion as they quickly carried her to the second floor.

The rooms on the club's upper floor were isolated. Only regular clients seeking other forms of leisure aside from drinking were permitted to go upstairs.

"Let me go! Who the hell are you? Where are you taking me?" Ava's high-pitched scream pierced the silence as she furiously glared at the two men. But they ignored her pleading cries as they hauled her further into the long corridor. Upon reaching the end, they threw her into an empty room and shook their heads in dismay. "Tsk tsk! This poor girl is done for."

Ava's initial instinct was to look around the spacious suite, knowing she should familiarize herself with the area first before taking action. "What is this place?" A silly grin surfaced on her face as she fixed her eyes on a full wall-mounted wine rack not far away. "Well, at least, I have wine to accompany me." She strode forward, casually picked up a half-empty bottle of Merlot, and gulped down its contents.

"Does the wine taste good? Would you like some more?" a strange voice rang.

"It's pleasingly smooth and flavorful," was her spontaneous reply. 'Wait. Is there someone here with me?' she pondered in panic. Her gaze swept around the room intuitively, coming to rest on a man holding a glass of red wine by the floor-to-ceiling window.

"Wait! Who's there?" Startled, Ava mustered the courage to step forward and take a closer look at his face.

"I knew it! It's you again! Hmph! Why did you leave me alone? I don't even know where my best friend is. Now I feel sore all over after two burly guys brought me here," she said with a scowl.

"Oh. I didn't notice earlier that you're quite tall. Are you a basketball player? You've got strong forearms and a naturally athletic physique." Nothing escaped her sharp eyes as she leered at his body before poking the man's biceps.

"Heh!" the man chuckled, whose face remained impassive as he snatched the wine bottle from her grip.

"Hey! What are you doing? That's mine! Give it back to me!" Even if she jumped, she couldn't retrieve the bottle with the man's hand raised above his head. It was a welcome sight to watch them make a fuss over wine.

"Strip."

Strip what? Did she hear him right? She demanded, "Huh? Can you repeat that?"

"Didn't you say you want to enjoy the night, young lady? I'm here to play with you at no cost." His eyes darkened dangerously, and the smile on his face twisted with immense pleasure. He placed the red wine on the bedside table, elegantly sat on the bed, and gazed up into her face. "Will you peel off your clothes, or should I do it for you?"

'What's going on here?' she mulled over.

The man's oppressive tone stirred Ava from her state of insobriety. This waiter was so aggressive it caught her off-guard.

When he saw her looking dazed and confused, the man smirked at her, who still looked charming despite her sallow face. "You obviously need my help." When he forcibly pushed her to the bed and threw her arms out, she was like a baby waiting to be cuddled.

"Hey. Hold on. I don't want..." She attempted to get up, but his grip tightened around her neck. Crippled by fear, she resisted the urge to push him away. "Wait. I know I'm here to play, but I changed my mind. I won't be needing the club's special services."

"Is that so?" A wicked smile slid across the man's face. "So you no longer want me to satisfy you?"

"Yes, you don't have to do anything for me."

"But I need special services, young lady!" With those words, the man's dark eyes grew wild. His other hand reached out and gave her dress a hard tug.

His threat chilled her to the bone, and he forcefully ripped the clothing from her. Intrusive thoughts flashed through Ava's mind repeatedly.

"What the hell do you want? Get off me! I'm just a teenager. Let me go!" After a while, she spoke in a shrill voice, but it carried an aura that couldn't be ignored.

"Oh? So now you're back to being a scared little girl? What happened to the alluring young woman earlier who's trying to entice me?"

Listening to the man's sarcasm, she grew even more agitated. Realizing that she had brought this upon herself, she refused to give in to his demands.

"Mister, please hear me out. I only came here to get back at my boyfriend. I caught him cheating on me, so I wanted a quick fix. To blow off some steam and take my mind off him, I came here to drink. I'm begging you to let me go. Please," she pleaded in a voice saturated with tears.