Chapter 307 - 305: I’m Begging You [5th Update]
After Lydia Jones left, Liam Spencer rolled his eyes at the door in exasperation, then raised his right hand to rub his temples.
He was so angry with Maya Spencer that it gave him a headache.
As time ticked by, Liam Spencer stared at the new phone on the table, waiting for Maya Spencer’s call, hoping she would call to change her mind.
However, when the clock struck 8:30, Maya Spencer still hadn’t made a move. Grabbing his phone, filled with rage, Liam left the office.
Meanwhile, in Liam’s apartment, Maya Spencer changed her shoes, grabbed her phone and wallet, left the apartment, and took a taxi to the location Liam had specified.
In the car, as she thought about what she was about to face, Maya couldn’t help but tremble all over. But with no way out, she had to force herself to step into the fire pit that Liam had set for her.
Maya arrived at the hotel suite door right at 9 o’clock.
She loitered at the suite door for quite a while, lacking the courage to raise her small hand to knock, until three service attendants came to ask if she needed help after she had stood there for a full ten minutes. Only then did she reluctantly raise her small hand to knock on the suite’s door.
"Knock, knock, knock!" She knocked several times but received no response from inside.
She then took out her phone, rechecked the message Liam sent her—time and location were correct. Could it be Liam’s client hadn’t shown up? Thinking this, Maya couldn’t help but partially relax. If no one came, there was nothing she could do about it. It wasn’t that she didn’t keep her promise; it was the other party’s fault.
She took a deep breath, ready to turn and leave when her phone suddenly received a text message from an unknown number commanding [Enter.]
Maya stared at the text, her breath held, her legs trembling uncontrollably, afraid to push the door open.
Despite her deep fear, as she thought of Liam’s cold, stern face and the consequences of failing to show up, she swallowed hard, raised her small hand, and opened the door.
Upon pushing the door open, she found the suite completely dark, not even the small wall lamps were on, and the heavy curtains blocked out any trace of light from the windows.
Maya’s first reaction was fear. In this pitch-darkness, she felt oppressed, her back pressed tightly against the door while her small hand groped along the wall, searching to turn on the light.
But before she could turn on the light, her hand was suddenly grabbed, making her scream with fear, wishing to scream until her throat broke.
She was then carried over the man’s shoulder and swiftly taken further into the suite.
She could feel that he was very tall and sturdy, and from how tightly he held her, he seemed very angry, emanating a smell of alcohol.
At this point, Maya got increasingly scared, desperately shouting in English, "Stop, I’m scared, I want to turn on the light."
But the man didn’t let go, instead hurling her onto the bed forcefully.
Suddenly, Maya was stupefied by the impact. It wasn’t the pain from falling that stunned her, but under these sightless conditions, each motion’s impact felt ten times heavier.
After being thrown onto the big bed, she quickly curled up her legs, hugging them tightly, trying her best to retreat back.
However, the man’s large hand quickly found her, pulling her by the ankle downward.
"Stop, stop!" At this point, Maya was nearly driven mad by fear, continuously shouting in English for him to stop or pause, but he ignored her pleas.
"Please, stop, stop." Maya then broke down, crying and begging the man for mercy.
She had never been as scared as she was now, not even three years ago when Liam tied her up in his office.
"Stop, stop, I’m begging you." She cried and begged as she struggled, preferring Liam to end it swiftly for her rather than enduring this terror, which required more courage than when she once attempted to end her life with a knife.
Confronted with her pleas, the man didn’t utter a word nor did he let her go, his anger only growing without a hint of mercy.
The man felt no pity for her; she seemed not like a living being but a machine instead.
From the start until she passed out, her tears didn’t stop flowing.
In the moment her eyes closed, Maya thought she would die; she wished never to wake again.
For the wounds in her heart far surpassed the physical pain. Experiencing such humiliation once in a lifetime was enough; she didn’t wish for more. So she hoped to placate Liam’s rage in the way he expected, even if it meant her life.
Unfortunately, her wish was dashed. Eighteen hours later, she slowly opened her eyes, blinking lightly to clear sight of the suite’s interior, discovering that apart from the bed she lay on, everything around was tidy with no trace of being disturbed.
Maya took a deep breath, moving her fingers slightly and finding pain in them, in her wrists.
Recalling last night’s nightmare, she broke into tears again, questioning why she wasn’t dead, why her wretched life remained so stubbornly intact. At this moment, not many parts of her body were pain-free, even inside her mouth hurt—likely because a cloth had been stuffed in there too long, causing abrasions as she struggled.
Even so, she didn’t die.
The unbearable memory of last night made Maya bite her lower lip hard, imagining that he had destroyed her so utterly—would he be satisfied?
After crying silently in bed for a while, she gritted her teeth, forced herself to get up, carried the new clothes from the bedside to the bathroom.
Looking at her reflection in the mirror, she was taken aback: her body was covered with teeth marks, hickeys, some bruises so deep they turned blue and purple, even her chin bore a mark. Maya choked up, feeling sorry for herself.
Then, she showered for a long time, scrubbing her skin until it was red, not sparing herself, aiming to cleanse away the stranger’s scent, stopping only after painfully washing herself, drying off, dressing, and leaving the suite.
Since it was summer, her dress barely reached past her knees, unable to fully cover the scars on her body, attracting quite a few sympathetic glances. Fortunately, she had been provided with a scarf, which she used to cover her face.
Upon returning to Liam’s apartment, she headed straight to the bathroom, showered again, changed into her own clothes, and lay down on her bed.
At 6 PM, hearing Liam’s return, she quickly climbed out of bed, limped to her room’s door, and closed it behind her, grabbing her phone to order dinner for him.