C27

27 - Dad owes me money again

Xia Ze suddenly stopped, he looked at me, as though he was describing my face in detail. The look in his eyes made me feel both fear and excitement, I had fallen into a sweet hell, I had fallen into a swamp of corruption, I could not struggle, I could not resist, I held my breath, and hoped that he would give me a fatal blow.

But just as he was about to touch my lips, my cell phone on the sofa suddenly rang.

"Are you Jiang Rou?" An impolite male voice on the other end of the line pulled me from fantasy into reality.

"I am, who are you?" I asked curiously, I thought that I could be considered as obedient. Other than Xia Ze, I didn't have any relationship with any other man, and before all of these things happened, I was just a traditional female.

The man on the other end of the phone sneered, "Your dad lost five hundred thousand on the bet. Otherwise, I'll cut off one of his hands."

I woke up at once.

No matter what, my family is still a burden to me. They have never helped me.

"Xiao Rou, bring five hundred thousand over right now." The person on the other end of the line changed to my father, who was still speaking in that commanding tone, which made me uncomfortable.

"Didn't Cheng Ruojun just help you pay back the money?" I couldn't help but say.

"Hurry up and bring the money, don't talk nonsense." said my father roughly.

I listened to my dad. I really didn't want to go over there. Their greed made me sick.

"Did you hear that? Hurry up and come over, otherwise you'll see your father for the rest of your life. If you call the police, I'll kill your entire family." He dropped the sentence and hung up.

Holding the phone, I felt like I was going to die from anger.

As I was thinking about this, my cell phone rang again. I looked down and saw a text message from the person who had just called, with a detailed address and even a photo of my father tied to a chair. He looked miserable.

"What's wrong?" Xia Ze came over to my side and asked me. He lowered his head to take a look at the message, and immediately revealed a look of understanding.

I stood where I was, feeling conflicted. Normally, I should have immediately gone to look for my father, but I hesitated.

"Don't go." Xia Ze suddenly said, "Just pretend you didn't see anything."

I raised my head to look at Xia Ze, who was leaning against the wall and said, "Aren't you worried about your family's matters? Furthermore, gambling is very hard to stop, so just let him teach you a lesson. "

Xia Ze's tone of voice was light and filled with disdain.

He's right, but.

I shook my head. "No matter what, he's still my father. I'll go take a look."

I walked outside, and Xia Ze's voice sounded from behind me. He said, "Don't lie to yourself."

I left more quickly. I didn't want him to disturb me any longer.

"Be careful." I was pulling open the door when I heard him behind me.

I glanced back at him, and he stood on the stairs and waved at me.

I drove to the place where the text message was. I was going to call the police, but in the end I didn't.

The place we agreed upon was in a small hotel behind a certain street. This hotel only had four floors and its signboard was dilapidated, making it look like it was about to close down. There were a few sneaky people guarding the entrance.

There was no one at the front desk, only a small TV with a TV show from ten years ago.

I stood at the door of the appointed room, feeling very uneasy. I reached out my hand to knock on the door, but hesitated at the last moment.

It's not that I don't want to save my father, it's just that I'm afraid that if I come here alone, I'll be in danger.

I bite my lip and walk to the other side of the hallway, reaching for my cell phone to call the police.

"Hello, I'm at …" Before I could finish my words, a hand appeared behind me, holding my chin. My phone fell to the ground, and I stomped hard on the person behind me, but it was useless.

I was dragged into the room I had intended to enter but did not enter.

My hands and feet were tied up and my mouth was taped shut. Even my ears felt strange.

I was so scared that I wanted to cry, but I also knew that this was not the time to cry. I had never experienced anything like this before, and I had never thought that it would happen to me.

Forcing myself to calm down and trying not to shiver, I looked up at the room. It wasn't very big, with pink lip-print wallpaper, and it was like a hotel on the Internet.

There were three people in the room, and they were talking quietly together, glancing at me from time to time. I couldn't make out what they were saying, so I could only see their mouths open and close.

The three of them were not very old. They wore short black sleeves and tights, and wore gold chains around their necks. They were just a small bunch of ruffians who could take a detour on the streets.

I looked at them, and suddenly one of them looked familiar, but I couldn't remember where I'd seen it before.

After I observed them, I shifted my gaze. I had clearly said that my father had been kidnapped by them, but in this room with so much to look at, I could not see my father at all.

My heart became increasingly uneasy. Could it be that they couldn't wait to deal with my father first? But now is not the time to worry about my father. I should be more concerned about myself.

I hated my father even more, and he pushed me into danger again.

While I was thinking this, the three people sitting there seemed to have finally finished their discussion. One of them walked towards me, and I tried to shrink towards the corner of the wall, but he still grabbed my collar and lifted me up.

He was in his early twenties, lean, with a little moustache on his face and a stink when he opened his mouth, and his hand squeezed my hip.

I struggled a bit, and he laughed. He said, "This girl is really pretty. Big brother, after you finish, can you let me feel refreshed?"

I don't want to go to bed with them. I don't want to be raped.

"Alright." It was another man in black, a little older, the one I thought was familiar with, and he said impatiently, "Bring her over and take a picture. Stop the ink."

"Sigh." This lackey dragged me over, and from time to time, he would pinch me. Due to the tight binding, my struggles were completely useless.

I heard what the elder brother said. He clearly wanted me to return the money to my father, but why was he asking me to take a photo now? I guessed that the photo they were referring to was definitely a bed photo.

I don't want it! I definitely cannot take that kind of photo. If Cheng Ruojun finds out, he would definitely kill me.

As I thought about this, I struggled even harder. Finally, the man slapped me so hard that my head spun and my ears rang.

He threw me onto the big bed in the room, and then the big brother jumped me, his hand on my shirt, trying to take off my clothes. I raised my legs to kick him, but he grabbed my feet and touched me, his greasy hands making me feel sick.

Even though I was struggling with all my might, the despair in my heart was increasing. I felt that I would not be able to be saved.