Chapter 170 What Do You Say I Am to You?
Beatrice looked at Mark approaching, struggling to fall off the chair, but her body didn’t move an inch.
Mark stopped in front of her, neither hurried nor slow. He crouched down, reached out staf touched her face and back.
“What a perfect skin, no wonder your price is so much higher than others. Don’t worry, definitely be careful.”
Skin?
I will
Beatrice was taken aback, she struggled to open her mouth and stammered, “Wh–what sin Wh–what pr–price…”
After saying these words, she seemed to have exhausted all her strength and instantly collapsed on the ground, unable to move.
Mark listened to her words, as if he thought of something exciting, and his hands couldn’t sely but twist uncontrollably.
Suddenly, he leaned in close to Beatrice, smiling ominously with the smell of alcohol on his breath.
“You were sold by someone.”
Shocked, Beatrice tried to save herself by gritting her teeth and struggling with all her might. “No! No! Stop! You will leave bruises like this! It ruins the aesthet
He said, and then he stepped on Beatrice’s struggling fingers.
Beatrice was in excruciating pain, but she didn’t have the strength to screa Finally, she was lifted up by Mark and placed on the long table.
Then he took out a specially made red rope and tied her up on the table.
Once everything was ready.
Mark poured a glass of wine, gently swaying the glass as he looked down at Beatrice from above.
“You look so beautiful. Don’t worry, you had taken the medicine, so you wouldn’t feel any path. Instead, you would feel very comfortable and enjoy this process. You should thank me for capturing your beauty.”
threw
a pill
a pill into his own glas
He spoke with ups and downs, and then threw
Sigh…
The pill dissolved upon contact with water.
Mark looked up and took a sip, then closed his eyes and took a deep besch
When he opened his eyes again, there was only madness and restlessness in he n
He hummed a song while putting on protective clothing, his fingertips gliding user the b selecting a sharp surgical knife from a variety of wools.
Beatrice was lying on the table, her limbs tied to the corners of the table, without even th
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strength to struggle.
I could only watch as Mark pressed the knife against her cheek, and he chuckled softly, “Shh, don’t be afraid, my muse.”
Hearing the sound, Beatrice shivered.
Now I understand, it turns that his inspiration always came like this.
No wonder I have never heard of him having a girlfriend publicly before. I used to think that he valued his partner, but I didn’t expect these so–called muses to be disposable! The cold knife slid down her face little by little and finally stopped at the back of her neck
Hiss.
Her shirt was slashed along her spine.
Beatrice’s back, perhaps emitting a sigh.
Mark’s hand slid along the skin
the skin on Beatrice’s back,
“You would become my most satisfying masterpiece.”
“We took it slow… You would like it.”
When the blade fell on Beatrice’s back skin, her body began to tremble violently. Apart from fear, there seemed to be something terrifying deep inside her that wanted to come out.
Beatrice’s brain felt as if it had been shocked, and some voices that didn’t belong to the present started becoming clearer and clearer.
“Is it my turn now?”
“Ah! So much blood…”
My head hurt!
Not knowing if it was due to medication, she felt the exhilaration in her body being replaced by immense pain, but she didn’t know what she was suffering from.
Tears just uncontrollably fell down, and the desktop
fell down, and the desktop had already become wet.
Her body seemed to be under the control of another self, giving up the struggle, with empty eyes staring.
In a blur, she seemed to see the door being forcefully pushed open.
The figure in my mind overlapped with the figure that was close by.
Before she could see clearly, a coat fell onto her, covering her body and eyes.
Through her coat, Beatrice heard the sound of punches landing on flesh, as well as the sound of bones twisting.
Ding! The surgical knife fell to the ground.
Mark didn’t even have time to make a sound before he fell to the ground.
Beatrice’s limbs were released, and her body was limp as she was lifted horizontally by someone.
As she turned around, the coat covering her face slipped off, and she saw the man holding her.
Caden.
He was as cold as the figure in his mind, with a pale face and no trace of blood, but his eyes were filled with a strong murderous intent.
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Beatrice slowly raised her hand and touched his face, unconsciously saying, “You came to save
me…”
Before she finished speaking, her hand slipped heavily and she fainted. Caden felt a strange sensation in his heart, his whole body turned cold, and his eyes looked down at Mark with a sinister gaze.
“Keith.”
“Yes,”
Keith was so intimidated by his chilling aura that his body froze for a moment before he quickly stepped forward and twisted Mark’s already broken arm, slamming him onto the table.
After an unknown period of time, Beatrice felt a pain in her arm and opened her eyes to see a stranger injecting her with a needle, slowly pushing the medicine into her body. She struggled in panic
behind her grabbed her arm tightly. of me! Don’t touch me!” Beatrice weakly exclaimed.
“Let go
as the
man
The person behind her held her tighter, their hot breath spraying on the side of her face, and whispered, “It was me.”
It was Caden.
Beatrice hesitated for a moment, but still resisted being touched by others, muttering in her mouth, “No, don’t touch me…”
Caden frowned, his voice lowering a few notches. “You were fed a banned drug, the liquid in this syringe can neutralize the substance and prevent you from getting addicted Upon hearing, Beatrice’s mind grasped a hint of clarity, thinking about what Mark had done, causing her body to uncontrollably tremble.
Caden seemed to sense her fear and held her tightly, saying in a deep voice, “It’s okay.” The man across immediately put away the syringe and medication, saying, “Mr. Caden, it’s done.” Caden coldly spoke, “Destroyed.”
The man nodded and quickly disappeared at the door.
The cold medicine flowed through Beatrice’s veins, and she did not feel comfortable. Instead, her body felt as if it was being gnawed.
“I feel so uncomfortable… Let go of me…”
“You need to adapt, hold on,” Caden clenched her resistant wrist.
Beatrice’s wrist had been bound by Mark, the horrifying scars still not faded away, when suddenly it was gripped again, causing her to gasp in pain.
The discomfort in her body kept pressing down on the grievances that churned incessantly in her heart.
Her voice choked up, “Don’t you bother! Go away! What do you want to save me for? I have nothing left for you to exploit!”
“Don’t make a fuss,” Caden said coldly, and he slightly loosened his grip upon noticing the scars
on her wrist.
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What’s going on?
Beatrice wished she could make a scene.
But she didn’t even have the qualification to make a fuss.
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Perhaps the medication took effect, and she regained some strength, pushing Caden with all her might.
“What’s the big deal about causing a scene? Who do you think you are to control me? You’re always like this, why are you always like this?”
She couldn’t describe how it felt, but she felt frustrated and uncomfortable.
After raising her voice, her brain lacked oxygen a bit, and her body shook as she walked towards the door.
Suddenly, a voice came from behind and Beatrice was rudely pulled back.
The man crazily bit her lips, showing his ferocity, with a gloomy and displeased look in his
eyes.
A few seconds later, their lips met, and the man’s intense dark eyes stared at her, as he spoke with a gritted teeth tone.
“What did you say I was to you?”
