Terrifying Facts

He didn't have the habit of bringing people back to his place. But it was late, and he didn't feel like going out. He was gambling, gambling on whether this clueless girl would show up.

He provided the address to his apartment: "Rhine Apartments, Building 6, Unit 1001. Come over."

Kaylee's face flushed red, extending down to her neck and ear tips, turning so red it seemed like it could drip blood. She checked the time; there were only thirty minutes left before the dormitory lights went out and the doors locked.

She hesitated, but her mother's words echoed in her ears: "We provide for your food and education, scraping together the money for your tuition. Now that you're in college, you don't even bring any money home, always claiming poverty. You're not even as good as Song Xiaoman next door, who only graduated middle school and sends home 10,000 yuan a month from her job. What's the use of you?"

Kaylee bit her lip.

The man on the other end, seeing her silence, sneered, "If you don't have the guts, don't dream of making big money. Go to bed, designer."

Kaylee clenched her fists and mustered the courage to say, "I'll go."

She was sitting in the dormitory hallway, pitch black and completely empty. She took a deep breath and made up her mind, "I'll go. Wait for me."

The Rhine Apartments weren't far from A University, just four bus stops away or two stops by subway.

Kaylee followed the navigation and got on the last subway. The carriage was empty except for the announcements over the speaker. She had barely sat down when her stop arrived.

Once outside the apartment complex, it took her a while to find Building 6. It was a high-end apartment, and the elevator required a keycard.

Kaylee sat in the lobby's waiting area, pulled out her phone, and called Lucas.

"I-I'm here, in the lobby. I can't get up; the elevator needs a card."

When Lucas received the call, he hadn't expected her to actually come. He was silent for a moment before saying, almost against his will, "Wait there."

He hung up, threw on some casual clothes, and went downstairs.

In the lobby, the waiting area had sofas and small tables, with a few people scattered around. Lucas scanned the area and quickly spotted a girl in the corner, dressed in a plain white T-shirt, loose jeans, and black canvas shoes—a typical student, exuding a naive and cautious vibe.

He approached her.

Kaylee had been sitting there for a while, feeling out of place amidst the high-end decor of the building. She took a deep breath, straightened her back, and tried to appear natural.

The next second, a male voice spoke above her, "6529?"

Kaylee instinctively looked up and saw a strikingly handsome face with sharp features. He stood over her with one hand in his pocket, looking down at her. He was tall and well-built, exuding a clean, masculine scent mixed with a hint of his body wash.

Kaylee was stunned for a couple of seconds before realizing what he had said. The man repeated in a cold, clear tone, "Your phone number ends in 6529?"

Kaylee's face turned beet red, her mind buzzing. She hadn't expected the gruff-sounding man on the phone to look so refined and clean, so attractive that she couldn't look away. Yet, the cold and distant air around him made her hesitant to approach.

He seemed to have just showered, with damp hair and a faint sense of detachment and laziness in his eyes.

Kaylee nodded, blushing, "Yes, that's me."

"Follow me," the man said curtly and turned toward the elevator.

Kaylee stood up awkwardly, her mind buzzing as she followed him.

The design here was for high-end apartments, with one elevator serving two units per floor. After exiting the elevator, Lucas used his fingerprint to unlock the door.

With a beep, he pulled the door open and said carelessly, "Come in."

Kaylee swallowed nervously and cautiously stepped inside.

The apartment was large, about 200 square meters, with simple decor in a monochrome palette, exuding a discreetly luxurious taste. She had heard that apartments here were expensive, occupied by high-end professionals. Even her professors couldn't afford to live here.

Kaylee stood at the entrance, shrinking into herself like a mouse.

Lucas closed the door, opened the cabinet in the entryway, and tossed her a pair of disposable slippers. Kaylee obediently took off her shoes and put on the slippers.

In the living room, Lucas sat on the sofa, reclining slightly with his legs crossed in a relaxed and casual manner. His dark eyes scrutinized her from head to toe, openly probing. Kaylee felt like a commodity being appraised, and she stood still in the living room, head bowed, not daring to move.

Finally, Lucas spoke two words: "Take it off."

What? Kaylee froze.

"Don't you understand what it means to inspect the goods?" Lucas lifted his gaze to her.

Kaylee bit her lip, overwhelmed with an unprecedented sense of humiliation. Her hands trembled as they reached for her waistband. Her mind was a mess, buzzing loudly, though she couldn't make a sound; it felt like her entire head was filled with deafening noise.

The man's gaze bore into her, dark and penetrating, watching her every move with a casual intensity that made her feel even more vulnerable. Kaylee's heart raced, her face burning with embarrassment as her hands fidgeted nervously.

Lucas, toying with his water glass, began to explain slowly, "The consequences of selling eggs include abdominal pain, nausea, ovarian enlargement, and difficulty breathing. Severe cases can lead to infections like hepatitis B, syphilis, or even AIDS. As an A University student, you should know better than I do. No need for me to remind you, right?"

Kaylee's face turned ashen, and her hands shook even more.

"Hurry up, I'm on a schedule." Lucas set the glass down on the coffee table with a thud, his tone indifferent.

Kaylee clutched her waistband, her fingers tightening on the buckle, unable to release them.

The next second, she backed out. "I'm not selling anymore. I'm sorry, I'll leave now." She turned to flee, her hands trembling as she tried to open the door, but it wouldn't budge.

The door was locked.

Kaylee's heart leapt into her throat.

Lucas sauntered over, his tall frame easily pressing her against the door. He closed the distance between them, his handsome face mere centimeters from hers, his dominant presence overwhelming.

"Changed your mind? Too late. You said you would do it, then you do it. You said you wouldn't, then you don't. Where in the world is it that easy, huh, designer?"

Kaylee's pupils contracted, her face turning pale. Her back was pressed tightly against the door.

"I really regret it. Please, let me go. I promise I won't come back..." Kaylee's eyes were filled with tears, her nose red, a pool of tears welled up in her eyes, making her look pitiful.

Lucas raised an eyebrow, his bony hand gently patting her face, enjoying the soft, smooth sensation.

"Get out," he said finally.

Kaylee, crying, turned to open the door but couldn't. A large hand reached over from behind, lifted her hand, and with a click, the door was unlocked.

The lock was reversed.

Kaylee didn't bother to think about it, she ran out, forgetting to change her shoes. She ran a few meters and saw the elevator entrance, finally breaking under the pressure, leaning against the wall and crying silently.

The place was quiet; she didn't dare cry loudly.

Kaylee covered her mouth, tears streaming down her face, her teeth chattering uncontrollably. She was terrified.

She had always been an honest child, never daring to do anything like this. Until just now, she was so scared she had to flee, feeling on the verge of collapse.