The man took his seat at the highest spot and, with a wave of his hand, signalled his entourage to bring him a trunk of betting chips. He gave the trunk a push and all the chips scattered across the table, creating a blinding wave of shimmer.
"This..."
All the men recoiled, they did not have the wealth nor the nerve to make such a show.
The man smirked coldly, his icy gaze took a sweep of the crowd, then fell on the lavish and elusive bet. In a voice loud enough for all to hear, he declared, "This game, I bet a million… to win her … virginity!"
Ivy Jackson looked into the man's eyes, those deep black eyes that seemed to be staring at her from the darkness. She bit her lip hard, a ludicrous thought crossing her mind - she, Ivy Jackson, was indeed worth a fortune!
Oh, no, it was her purity that was worth a fortune. She flashed a cold, forlorn smile.
The man narrowed his eyes, scrutinising Ivy's face. He saw her cold smile and the derision and melancholy buried in her eyes. He noted her alluring figure, her white skin... Interesting, the woman had completely aroused his desire.
He was filled with a sinister plan - he wanted to possess her...
A million dollars betting chip, who would dare make the next move?
Finally, there were only four players left in the game, one betting two hundred thousand, one three hundred thousand, one five hundred thousand... and one… a million, making a total pool of two million. The curtain was pulled, and the game that would decide the winner began!
Ivy closed her eyes gently. She didn't care who won or lost. To her, regardless of who won, it would be another challenge she had to escape. She had to persuade whoever it was to let her escape from his Demon Claw…
Everyone held their breath, waiting for the moment the cards would be revealed.
"Game on!"
"Snap!"
"Snap-snap—"
With the sound of each card being revealed, there were gasps, curses, sobs, signs of dejection... and, there were those who showed no reaction, just calmly facing their victory.
He won...
Ivy didn't know what she was feeling at the moment. Actually, deep down, she least hoped for this man to win. Because she knew, if this man won, she would have no chance to turn the tables! He was not someone that could be easily talked down or handled!
Quite a few men stared enviously at the winner, while others looked regretfully and longingly at Ivy.
"Congratulations to the mysterious gentleman who won the opening game, and the most perfect bet ever placed here. You may claim your prize. You can certainly verify it and if there is any falsification, we are willing to compensate you a fortune. Enjoy!" The MC excitingly announced as he handed two boxes to the man. The man opened them to find two keys.
Next, he turned his gaze to the bet: handcuffs, leg cuffs, even a piece of transparent tape over her mouth.
Pitying such a beauty, the man handed the boxes to his men and leisurely rose from his chair. Since he had won the game, there was no reason not to take his prize!
Seeing the man actually approaching her, Ivy felt an inexplicable fear and leaned back involuntarily.
Suddenly, a burly man came forward and supported Ivy's back as she recoiled. Before she could react, there was a sharp pain in her back that was followed by a cold sensation - something had been injected into her body…
No... Ivy realised something was wrong and began to struggle, but it was already too late. The man withdrew hurriedly as soon as the man approached, and Ivy went limp on the table.
What had they injected her with? Drugs? What kind of drug? Ivy tried to muster her strength only to find she had none left...No, she can't let this happen!
Ivy breathed heavily, why had she suddenly become so hot? It felt as though a thousand ants were gnawing at her flesh, making her uncomfortable. Her lower abdomen was tingling, and her body was slowly... slowly... undergoing changes she had never experienced before?
A strong hand grabbed her arm, and Ivy looked up - it was the man who had won her. He was actually walking over to her!
"Um..." Ivy shook her head forcefully, frowning and pulling back. She didn't want to go with him, not at all! She knew she was not in good shape, she couldn't go with him!
But she forgot that she currently had no strength to resist.
The man's hand was strong. He easily lifted Ivy off her feet. Ivy felt dizzy as the man hoisted her onto his shoulder. Her handcuffed hands, head, and even her upper body hung over his back. She watched his leisurely yet powerful stride as he walked out of the casino...
The air outside was cold, but even the chilly wind could do nothing to quell the unusual feelings rising within her.
Her thoughts gradually became muddled, and her usually composed mind was no longer clear. She didn't understand what was happening to her. All she could feel was the hand on her thigh, and all she could think of was the man before her, and the burning sensation within her.
The man bent over and tossed Ivy into the car. Her head hit the window, causing a brief moment of clarity, but her attempts to sit up were soon overshadowed by her weakness... The man then got into the car. He lifted Ivy's legs and pushed her over.
The two subordinates who had been following them got into the car too. Ivy listened to the man with glasses whisper to the man, "Boss, what do we do now?"
"Back to the villa resort."
"But Boss..."
"No more talking!"
"Yes..."
Ivy no longer had the strength to comprehend the meaning of their conversation. She just felt hot, unbearably hot. The ants in her body seemed to multiply, and the heat in her lower abdomen continued to build. She felt as if she would explode from discomfort...
Her handcuffed hands clenched into fists. She felt terrible… she wanted to break free from these restraints, and she wanted to escape this distress... Who could save her?
Ivy was unaware that the man sitting beside her was watching her closely, watching her painful struggle.
The man reached out, found the edge of the tape on her mouth, and forcefully ripped it off. Ivy mewed in pain, a call that was exquisitely alluring…
The man's hand gently grazed Ivy's cheek and she leaned into his touch, placing her face on his big hand, nestling against his chest. Lifting her head, her lips gently and innocently brushing against the man's neck, she muttered, "I feel so uncomfortable…"