Ly Nam Vuong leaned back leisurely against the chair, legs crossed, his demeanor relaxed as if everything happening in the room had nothing to do with him. A bodyguard approached, carrying a silver tray. He placed a glass filled with dark red liquid—the fine wine he preferred—before him.
He lifted the glass and swirled it gently, the liquid glistening like blood under the dim light. A cold smile flashed across his face as he glanced at Thanh Nha, who was being pinned to the freezing floor.
She tried to stand, but her trembling legs had no strength left.
"Beauty, don't be afraid. Let's have some fun together."
A shameless voice rang out. One of the four men walked closer, his lewd gaze filled with malice. He grabbed Thanh Nha's wrist, yanking her violently before quickly tying it tightly with a coarse rope.
"Let go! What are you doing?" Thanh Nha screamed, her voice breaking in panic.
But her screams moved no one; they only made the man laugh gleefully.
"Oh, she still has the strength to scream. But struggling like that only makes us more excited."
Heaven must truly enjoy playing tricks. She had just woken up, not even understanding why she became Thanh Nha, and now she was facing the worst nightmare.
Thanh Nha struggled desperately, but her strength was nothing compared to the man's brute force. The rope rubbed harshly against her wrist, where the wound hadn't healed, sending pain searing through her entire body.
"This woman still has the strength to fight." The man sneered, then swung his hand, slapping her across the face.
The slap was so strong that the corner of her lips bled, dark red smearing across her pale lips, and a bright red handprint marked her ghostly white face.
"Let me go! Please… Mom, Dad, save me!" Thanh Nha screamed in terror, her voice choked with despair.
Her cries only fueled the men's excitement. Another one bent down, smirking.
"Keep screaming. No one's going to hear you, and even if they did, who would save you?"
All four men laughed mockingly. Another one chimed in,
"There's no mom or dad here to save you. Only us—we're your saviors. Heh heh…"
A fat man, his hands reeking of tobacco, licked his lips and grinned grotesquely. His yellow-stained teeth gleamed under the dim light, making Thanh Nha shudder.
"This prey… so tender. It's been a long time since I've seen such a fine catch!" He sniffed as if savoring a delicacy.
"Mmm… her skin still smells good. Definitely worth it."
Another man bent down, his rough tongue licking across her arm. He moaned like a starving beast.
"Just a light touch and I'm already thrilled. Her flesh really smells sweet."
The four men kept mocking, their hands groping all over her body. They tore her clothes apart, pieces of fabric falling to the cold floor, exposing her trembling white skin in fear.
"Let me go! Please, don't…!" Thanh Nha cried out, struggling until she was exhausted, but it was useless. The ropes tightened around her wrists, reopening the old wound and drawing fresh blood.
Ly Nam Vuong still sat leisurely in the armchair, sipping his wine calmly. His eyes never left her, staring at her as if he were enjoying a tragedy staged solely for his amusement.
"The taste of this wine… truly intoxicating." He smirked faintly, his eyes as dark as an abyss, his voice dripping with mockery. "Exhilarating beyond measure."
He rested his chin on his hand, tilting his head slightly, watching Thanh Nha writhe on the floor. The smile on his lips deepened.
"How do you feel?" he asked, his voice light yet filled with pressure. "When you fall into ultimate fear, doesn't it feel wonderful?"
Thanh Nha could only shake her head, tears streaming down her pale face. She tried to speak, but her throat felt blocked, unable to utter anything other than desperate sobs.
"Fear will never kill you. But it will be the gift I give you, day by day, hour by hour, until I decide it's enough."
The feeling he loved most was watching someone's pain being pushed to the brink of despair, then falling into an endless abyss. That was the game he enjoyed, where he always held the power of life and death in his hands.
Thanh Nha collapsed on the floor, her body trembling like a leaf in a storm. The torn pieces of clothing barely covered parts of her body, offering no protection against the lustful stares and rough hands of the men around her.
"She's really something. This time, I'll enjoy her to the fullest!" one of the men shouted, his barbaric laughter echoing through the room.
He bent down, about to press against her body. Her eyes widened, filled with extreme panic. Tears streamed down her pale face, her lips trembling as if to beg, but no sound came out.
At that moment, a deep, cold voice rang out.
"Stop."
Just one word, short yet covering the entire room, like an order impossible to defy.
"Step back."
Only two simple words, but Ly Nam Vuong's deep, commanding voice made the four men freeze instantly. He waved his hand carelessly, as if no more words were needed.
The four men cast sneaky glances at Thanh Nha, their eyes still glued to her half-bare body. The curves exposed ignited a burning desire in them, but none dared to act recklessly.
"What a pity…" one of them thought, swallowing hard, his eyes full of regret.
"She's delicious, but defying Ly Nam Vuong's orders is the same as seeking death…"
All four quickly stood up, bowed their heads, and left the room without daring to linger a second longer.
The door closed, leaving a chilling silence behind. Only Thanh Nha remained trembling on the floor, while Ly Nam Vuong stood as calm as a king enjoying his game.
Ly Nam Vuong rose, holding his glass of wine as he walked toward her. His polished leather shoes made cold sounds each time they touched the marble floor. He walked slowly, leisurely, yet his steps brought immense pressure upon her.
His gaze swept over Thanh Nha, who curled up like a small animal cornered with no escape.
"Remember this well, whether you live or die depends entirely on my mood."