Sam never thought of hotels as good places.
He simply felt that such places exuded a sense of pretense, even less peaceful and harmonious than a rental room.
Restlessness, ostentation, haste.
That was Sam’s impression of hotels.
Angel, who was behind him, probably didn’t like these places either, but why did she insist on bringing Sam here?
Now, the answer was clear.
The box that Sam was carrying wasn’t particularly heavy, but at this mont, it felt infinitely burdenso in his heart—not because it was important, but because it was exceedingly dangerous.
The door behind him closed.
Angel, who had shut the door, wasn’t in any rush.
She simply sat down on a nearby chair, which resembled more of a lazy-boy, likely very soft, even soone of her slight weight seed to sink deeply into it.
And there stood Sam in the middle, like an item under scrutiny, or perhaps... a criminal awaiting judgnt.
Sam looked at her, and under the dim lighting, the ambiance beca especially intimate. In such light and shadow, the girl, who already had a sowhat dark aura, now seed even more mysterious.
She was like a witch who had arrived from so unknown mystical world.
With a beautiful face, stunning legs, a sexy figure, and of course... a dangerous air about her.
"Seems like there’s no need to co to a hotel, right? It’s just a waste of money..." Sam said.
Angel looked up at Sam.
"Put the box down, then go sit on the bed."
"What for?"
A playful expression appeared on Angel’s face.
Her legs gently ca together, crossed, exuding a powerful presence, like soone who had been grood for a high position from a young age.
"After all this ti, you still don’t get it?"
Sam set the box down and sat on the edge of the bed, at an angle where he could et her gaze.
The curtains behind were not drawn, revealing the wonderful night view of the entire city, lights twinkling, countless little stars.
Like a colorful tapestry, it seed as if the entire city’s splendor was within sight.
"Don’t you have even a shred of remorse for your offense against ?"
"I can apologize, but was there really a need for such a dramatic setup?"
The box on the floor sat there like a ticking ti bomb.
There’s a saying that if a gun is loaded in a movie, it’s bound to be fired. That was exactly the situation at hand.
Angel slowly stood up and walked step by step towards Sam.
She didn’t advance further but instead looked down at Sam from her elevated position, exerting a kind of psychological pressure, and then said with an icy gaze, "Then apologize first, let’s hear it."
Who asks for an apology like that?
And to apologize for such a thing... it seed more likely that Angel should be the one apologizing to Sam, at least that’s what he felt.
"It was just... I lost control of my emotions at that mont, I was a bit annoyed by the noise, so I raised my voice. I promise to keep my emotions in check in the future."
Angel couldn’t help but let out a cold laugh, bending over slightly.
Sam could clearly see her cleavage as she bent down to pick up the box, then looked at Sam coldly.
"Do you think that’s what I care about?"
Of course not. Sam knew that deep down.
But he needed to play dumb at this mont.
"Then what is it?"
"It seems you won’t learn until you hit a dead end, still trying to be slippery even now."
"Click."
With that, Angel opened the box right in front of Sam.
An array of ’tools’ was laid out before Sam’s eyes.
At a glance, they were all ’high-end goods’—expensive-looking and quite sturdy.
Definitely not the kind of cheap, flimsy stuff ordinary people might use just for a bit of fun to spice things up.
"What’s all this for?"
Sam feigned surprise as if it were his first ti seeing the contents of the box.
Handcuffs.
Rope.
Whip.
Even candles and scissors!
Even though he had seen it all before with X-ray Vision, it was still a shocking sight.
Not to ntion the gun in her hand.
Sam found it hard to smile now, or rather, smiling would be uglier than crying.
Angel squinted her eyes at Sam.
"What do you think I’m going to do? Will you put them on willingly, or do I need to assist you?"
She didn’t point the gun at Sam, as if she expected him to know better at this point and not actually require her to take action.
Sam looked helplessly at Angel.
"Can’t we just talk this out? There’s no need for props... I really don’t have that kind of fetish."
Angel looked at Sam coldly.
"My patience is limited, especially tonight. Get on the bed."
Just lie down because she said so? How could Sam possibly be so compliant?
At this mont, Sam steeled his heart and stood up to face her.
"I’ll say it again, let’s talk this out. No need for these weird things. If you have a problem with , just say it, but right now, I have no intention of cooperating with you."
Seeing Sam’s defiance, Angel couldn’t help but laugh.
"Quite the tough guy, aren’t you? Who gave you such confidence? Hmm? Was it Sophie?"
"How did she get dragged into this again..."
Before Sam could finish his sentence, he saw the gun barrel pointed at him.
Angel held her arm steady, as if ready to pull the trigger at any mont.
In that instant, the threat of death seed to loom directly before him.
Sam possessed the ability of Self-Healing, and his level of healing was not insignificant. However, when faced with firearms, he could only be certain of survival if the bullets didn’t hit any vital parts. If he were shot in the heart or brain, the outco would likely be grim.
He couldn’t just take the hit...
"Do you still plan to spout nonsense at ?" Angel’s expression was cold as she looked at Sam.
Sam took a deep breath, facing the barrel of her gun. He didn’t step back; instead, he stepped forward.
It was as if he were a primitive man, ignorant of the firearm’s power, ready to collide with the muzzle.
"Always pointing a gun at , what do you take for?"
Angel watched Sam’s movents, watched as he slowly extended his hand and gradually moved her gun barrel away.
During this process, Angel did not pull the trigger.
That’s right, Sam thought correctly, she wouldn’t shoot.
Angel looked at Sam coldly.
"You’re just a toy to , what else did you think you were? Did you really think I wouldn’t do anything to you?"
Sam faced her directly.
"I’ve said it before, if you interact with in a normal way, I’ll cooperate with you on so things. But if you want to treat like a toy, do you think I’ll play along with your gas?"
Angel frowned.
Then the next mont.
"Bang."
It wasn’t a gunshot.
It was her fist striking Sam’s chest with considerable force.
It seed to contain anger, and Sam didn’t resist; he just fell back, sitting on the bed.
Angel quickly stepped forward, right in front of Sam, and reached out to grab his chin, forcing him to look up into her eyes.
Those dangerous eyes, now unable to hide the fury within.
"I’ve been too lenient with you. Now you dare to speak to like this. Do you think just because my mother has your back, you’re safe? Even if I really killed you, what could she do?"
This ti, Sam’s gaze didn’t waver, nor did he display the submissive deanor he had previously adopted to appease Angel.
"I’ve never considered your mother to be my support... I just want to tell you. I won’t be anyone’s pet, not even yours."
After saying that.
Sam seed to want to say more, but he couldn’t speak.
Because a familiar sensation had erged.
The sensation of his mouth slightly open, unable to continue, his limbs seemingly not responding to his own commands.
Sam understood that at this mont, Angel had activated her ti-stopping ability.
Of course, Sam wouldn’t forget the terror of her power just because she hadn’t used it in a while.
He knew she had such an ability and that its use would definitely be limited, so he took asures to make her use up the ti stop earlier. It was better than having it happen at a critical mont.
This timing, Sam believed, was to his advantage.
Of course, for these five minutes, Sam lost the ability to move.
He watched as Angel slowly released her grip and then looked at him coldly. Your next journey awaits at .Côm
"Typical of all pets, give them a little kindness, and they start getting cocky, forgetting their true place, thinking they’ve earned a status equal to their master’s..."
She spoke familiar words, to which Sam was now completely immune.
Angel began to cuff Sam’s hands, then with so effort, dragged his body onto the bed.
In the state of ti stoppage, Sam couldn’t move, naturally, he couldn’t struggle either.
Angel fastened Sam’s hands to the head of the bed, one on each side.
But it didn’t end there. Even Sam’s legs were secured at the foot of the bed on both sides with sturdy ropes.
After all that, the five minutes were nearly up.
By the ti the ti stop finally ended, Angel was already standing on the bed, legs spread at the waist, looking down at Sam from above.
Once ti resud, Sam feigned a look of panic and confusion.
He looked at her, struggling.
"What are you doing?!"
Angel watched Sam’s performance with satisfaction.
"This is how a master deals with a disobedient pet, don’t you think?"
"You’re insane! Who plays this twisted?!"
Angel seed to relish it all, her knees buckling inward as she sat squarely on Sam’s chest.
"I’ve always been a madwoman, Sam. What were you hoping for? You didn’t really think that after these days together, you could turn into one of those foolish love-struck idiots, did you? No way, right?"
Her voice was full of mockery, and she seed even more excited as she watched Sam’s humiliated expression.
Sam didn’t seem to be completely subdued.
"I never expected you to change your personality for . But do you really find this amusing?"
"Why wouldn’t it be amusing? When you yelled at before, didn’t you also feel very happy? Weren’t you excited then, thinking you could scream and shout at , feeling like you’d achieved so great feat? Felt good, didn’t it? Really thought you could be my equal?"
Her eyes grew increasingly wild.
"You think you have the right to talk to like this! Do you know no one has ever dared to speak to this way? If you don’t want your life, I’m happy to oblige. Isn’t that nice!"
Sam spoke helplessly.
"I told you... that was just losing control of my emotions... I can apologize for that..."
Angel looked into Sam’s eyes, the madness in hers dimming slightly.
"Still playing dumb? I don’t want your apology for sothing like that."
"Then what do you want?"
Angel’s expression softened slightly.
Looking at Sam’s face, there seed to be a return of the tenderness that had been absent for so long.
A familiar tenderness, the kind that would make one willingly fall into hell.
She even reached out, caressing Sam’s face.
The stark contrast was almost maddening; she seed to be such an entity, capable of changing her emotions, expressions, and even her aura at will, elusive and inscrutable.
"Do I really need to spell it out for you? I want you to understand... You knew I was making you choose at that mont, why wouldn’t you choose?"
Sam didn’t answer.
He just watched as Angel began to lose herself in her own performance.
Her palm gently stroked Sam’s cheek, each feature.
Touching his lips, his eyes, even his eyelashes, her movents appeared so tender.
"I don’t want to be like this with you... Sam," Angel said.
She lowered her face slightly.
As if to press against Sam’s face, her eyes seed to brim with a misty affection.
"Wasn’t it good before... Why did it have to co to this? If you had just obediently chosen to co ho with , none of this would have happened. Why did you do it? Isn’t it the sa as telling ... you can’t choose between her and ?"
As she spoke,
Her body subtly twisted and rubbed against Sam’s.
Her full breasts, the delightful touch of her hips, every movent was so distinct.
This experience was unprecedented, and it was even hard to tell if it was a form of torture.
"Now tell , are you still unable to choose? Can’t you cut ties with those won for ? Don’t associate with any woman, don’t talk to any girl, don’t even glance at them. Focus on , obediently belong to alone..."
She said this as if it were a gentle hypnosis, a seduction.
It was all very difficult.
Sam could clearly feel the changes in his body, under her allure, he was aroused.
But he narrowed his eyes slightly and said softly,
"What’s the difference between and a prisoner then... My will is the sa as before. I won’t do this for you... You still don’t treat as a living being, as soone who should have their own freedom."
Hearing these words, Angel’s deanor seed to shift entirely.
She sat up abruptly, withdrawing all tenderness in an instant, and everything beca icy cold again.
Her gaze turned wild and dangerous.
"You’re unwilling, aren’t you?" She said coldly.
Sam knew he could compromise, lie and deceive, or he could face his fate and make concessions.
But wouldn’t that be just like the original ending in the ga?
What’s the difference from death then?
So Sam looked at Angel and said very seriously, "I am unwilling."
"Very well."
Angel let go of him.
But the next mont,
He saw Angel pick up the scissors that were in the box beside them.
Quickly, Sam’s underwear were in tatters, cut to pieces. Of course, this also exposed his crucial penis.
Sam could see Angel giving him a charming smile.
The madness in her eyes, the sweet smile, it looked as beautiful as spring.
But...
The scissors in her hand were now perilously close to his penis.
Sam didn’t even dare to tremble, as he felt the sharpness of the scissors.
Angel looked at Sam and said,
"Can’t co up with an answer, can you? Or is it that you truly can’t bear to let go? Sam, I’ve told you before, haven’t I? A touch of ambition can be a catalyst for growth. But what does overblown ambition an? Destruction, utter destruction.
If that’s the case... then I’ll have to destroy your tool of cri first."
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