Kill Me, Heal Me

Chapter 42: Could not escape

Belle did think of running away when she was taken away by Lewis.

But so what she could leave the Underground City? She couldn't buy a plane ticket without her ID card. If she couldn't leave the Gang City, it's only a matter of time before Ethan caught her.

Besides, even if she had her ID card, she wouldn't be able to do it. Ethan would go and investigate her departure records...

What should she do?

Along the way, Belle kept thinking about it, not noticing where Lewis was taking her. The car stopped in a quiet residential area, while Belle came to her senses and obediently followed him out of the car.

"What's that in your hand?" Lewis turned his head suddenly, looking at the plastic bag she was carrying.

Belle froze for a moment, and then she stopped to explain. "I've had a fever for two days, so this is the medicine for the fever."

Lewis ignored her, leading her inside to a separate three-story villa. It was late at night and all was quiet, while there was no one in the villa, so it was so quiet that she could hear a pin drop. When the lights came on, Lewis looked at her with a playful look in his eyes. When he saw her standing nervously in the doorway, he waved to her, gesturing her to fo in.

"You go in and sit down. I have to take a bath first."

It's been a long night, so the game was just beginning.

Belle nodded, she went in and sat down on the sofa. Out of the corner of her eye, she watched her surroundings warily. There was not even a servant or housekeeper in such a large villa, which was

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Lewis went in to get his clothes and bathe, while soon she heard the sound of someone taking a bath in the bathroom.

Being unable to relax, Belle finally looked up into the living room. The living room was exquisitely decorated, looking upscale and gorgeous, while there were two wine racks in the living room with fine wines and champagne on them, and there were also two bottles of red wine on the marble coffee table. She stared at the wine bottles for a moment and then her eyes felt sour. She felt sleepy, closing her eyes for a rest.

Suddenly, she opened her eyes and stood up quickly because she thought of something in a flash.

Boss Qiu?

The person whose surname was Qiu...

Oh, no!

Her sunken eyes widened, which were full of fear, and her legs were shaking, so it took her a long time to get up. She glanced at the bathroom hastily, and then she hurried to the door.

"Where are you going?" Suddenly she heard a deep voice behind her. The hair on her back stood upside down in fear, as she ran outside without even looking back.

Why couldn't she open the door?

She held the door handle tightly, and she kept turning it from side to side, but she couldn't open it anyway. Belle was as anxious as a cat on hot bricks, while her pale face had a strange flush as she was completely driven to desperation.

If she had known in advance that she would unwittingly meet someone like him, she would not have agreed to go out with him, no matter how much money he gave her.

Suddenly, two large hands reached out from behind her. He pressed his hand to her lips, pulling her in with all his might.

"Cough, cough, cough, let me go..." Belle tried desperately to break free. With the look of bloodlust and violence in Lewis' eyes, he dragged her up to the second floor. He opened the door of the room and swung her straight in with his hands.

Belle fell to the ground, feeling sharp pains from the blows to her elbows and knees. As she turned, Lewis walked slowly in, locking the door from the inside.

She felt a sudden jolt in her heart.

"You...... What do you want?" She pushed her hands against the ground, backing away in fear.

The light was suddenly turned on by him, and the bright light fell over her so that for a moment she could see the interior decoration perfectly. Her pupils constricted while her eyes widened. She was staring at something, and then suddenly she covered her mouth with her hands.

The spacious room was free of excess furniture and decorations, while the walls, floor, and roof were painted white. In the middle of the room stood a rectangular iron frame, above which were shackles that fell downward. Besides the iron frame, there were whips, handcuffs, and uniforms... After one glance, Belle's body shuddered. She gritted her teeth, rushing to the door.

"You want to run away?" Lewis grabbed her hands behind her, pulling her back, while she still clutched her medicine in her hand. Lewis glanced at her medicine and threw it away. He put his right hand around her neck, picking her up, while his left hand turned off the light, and the room plunged into

darkness again. As Belle wriggled against him, he treated her more harshly. Since her hands were shackled in the shackle, she kicked him instead, and then her feet were also shackled in the shackle.

The dark and gloomy room lit up again, as Lewis went out and lit a candle. In the candlelight, shadows flickered. Belle took a deep breath, controlling her fear and panic in her heart. She tried to remain calm. "Boss Qiu, you let me go. I'll do whatever you want me to do."

"No, no, no! I don't want an obedient cat." There was a glint of cold in Lewis's eyes, while he approached her in a few steps. He looked up and down at her thin figure, and then he looked at her, complimenting her. "You can scream if you want because I like petulant and unruly animals like you. Here, Let me change your clothes for you because you look so ugly in your own clothes. Look at these clothes as they are specially prepared for you."

He pointed to the uniform hanging nearby. There were nurse uniforms, stewardess uniforms, and sex uniforms, while the fabric of the sex uniforms looked cool and bare... Lewis approached her, his hands already on the hem of her dress.

Belle gnashed her teeth so that her teeth were about to break.

She knew it was no use screaming at the moment, as this room should be soundproof. Lewis brought her here to play a game, so she couldn't escape. Even if she escaped, she couldn't call the police, since she's a prostitute in the Underground City.

If the prostitute called the police and said the whoremaster was insulting her? Would anyone believe her if she said so?

All her clothes were of poor quality, so he could take them off easily. Lewis didn't hesitate as he grabbed her dress with both hands, and then her dress split from the middle to the sides. The sound of her clothes being torn was eerie in the silence.

In a twinkling, Belle's clothes were ripped clean.

"Boss Qiu, I'm a little thirsty. Could you give me some water to drink, and then you can do it again?" Belle broke into a cold sweat on her back, but the more anxious she was, the calmer she seemed.

Lewis was clearly surprised by her calmness. He was a pervert, but he also prided himself on being a romantic, or he wouldn't go to the prostitute in the nightclub every time. After he paused, he actually turned and went out to pour, while Belle was relieved. Soon he returned, but he was carrying a bottle of red wine.

"Boss Qiu, I can't drink, so can you give me a glass of water?"

At the sight of the alcohol, Belle's pupils constricted and she suddenly felt nervous in her heart.

Lewis forced her to open her mouth without saying anything, and then he rudely put a few mouthfuls of wine into her mouth. She shook her head violently, refusing. She threw up all the drinks, whereas Lewis didn't care. After he put a few drinks into her mouth, he drank slowly from the bottle, watching her face being flushed as she choked on the drink.

Her innermost underwear had not been removed.

Lewis put down the empty bottle, picking up the whip. His dark eyes glistened wickedly as he raised his hand suddenly. He whipped the air with a fierce and shining whip.

"Ah!"

After he whipped her once with the whip, Belle's thin body was immediately covered in an extra bloodstain. The burning pain suddenly came from her wound.

"Shout louder, you bitch. Hurry up and shout!" Lewis seemed like a different person. His blood-red eyes protruded, while his face looked depressed as if he wanted to eat people. He had no pity for her, so he

wouldn't stop whipping her. Every time he whipped her, he seemed to relax, and then his face showed extreme excitement.