Chapter 2 — Buddhists and Bloodsuckers

2The process was even more convenient than I thought. At that time, I laughed like an idiot, thinking I had picked up a great bargain: Tham Ky Nien was rich, handsome, and cold. It's my turn to both enjoy and not have to pay the price. But very soon, I couldn't laugh anymore. What coldness, what "Buddhist" - it's all a scam! Tham Ky Nien is clearly a wolf in sheep's clothing. No, it's scarier than wolves! On the first night, I was asked to perform my wifely duties, to the point of fainting. Since then, I see men as haunted from the bottom of my heart. If it wasn't the third day of my period, I probably would have died in bed. At first, I intended to swallow my anger and quietly leave. But Tham Ky Nien gave me an unlimited black card. The mind wants to leave, but the body cannot bear to leave. Since you've suffered a loss, you have to at least make enough money. In the days that followed, I spent lavishly during the day and was forced to "work overtime" at night. During the day, he put on a strict and forbidden appearance, dressed neatly in a suit to attend all kinds of luxurious parties, and at night... when he got home, he was subjected to all kinds of torture. The most annoying thing is that his technique is so good, he even "cured" my coldness. But even so, every time I rolled over and passed out on the bed. Two months later, I completely regretted it. If I continue like this, I'm afraid I won't have the life to spend money, so I immediately find a way to distract my attention. Therefore, I tremblingly called his "white moon light". "When you come back, I will give you the position of Tham's wife." I don't have to bear this suffering alone. "Who cares?" – the other end of the line shouted – "That 'cold' guy, whoever wants it can keep it himself, this lady doesn't want to live like a widow all her life." I looked at the image full of kiss marks in the mirror, screaming in despair: "Do you understand what 'cold' means?!" The road was finally blocked, I was really afraid of Tham Ky Nien in bed. Finally, I couldn't bear it anymore, I decided to run away. Nineteen times before, I was arrested every time. And each time... the torture was worse than the previous time. Looking at Tham Ky Nien's sunny and rainy face, I swallowed my saliva. This time it's really the end of the road. I fear him to the extreme. Looking at the situation that seemed like I was about to repeat the same mistake, I bit my lip. "Tham Ky Nien, are you sick?!" Perhaps seeing that I was really angry, Tham Ky Nien rarely said anything, just looked at me coldly. I immediately became discouraged. But he still tried to lift his neck and "climb" with the momentum. "Do you have to torment me to death to be willing?" Hardness is not enough, change to softness. My eyes were red, I glared at him. "I only abused you once, do you have to torture me like that?" "Torture?" Tham Ky Nien squeezed my chin, his eyes dangerous. "Have you forgotten, who made me responsible in the first place?" I immediately shrank like a quail - who knew that "responsible" meant this to him?! He smiled slightly: "Article 3 of the contract - Party B is not allowed to leave without Party A's consent. If there is a violation... it's up to me to handle it." When I signed the contract, I was hot-headed and didn't bother to read it. Now I regret it until my stomach turns blue - this is not a contract, but a contract to sell oneself! Tham Ky Nien didn't bother arguing, picked me up horizontally, turned to the bodyguard: "Inform the control tower, my plane will take off in 5 minutes." Back at the villa, he threw me straight on the bed, not showing any mercy. "It seems I'm too gentle, so you still have the strength to think about running away."