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Tonight, Rafas had quite a bit to drink. Under the influence of alcohol, his gaze became increasingly bloodshot, veins visible in his eyes. This damned little slut dared to betray him and run off with another man, and now she had the audacity to throw a tantrum at him. She was truly asking for trouble.
Rafas, burning with anger, stepped forward and grabbed her wrist, forcefully pulling her out of the corner. His crimson eyes were filled with rage and desire. Just moments ago, he had found no pleasure with that woman; only she, with her unique fragrance, could awaken the most pleasurable desires within him.
"What do you want? Let go of me!" Wushuang protested, pushing him away. Upon seeing the red lipstick mark on his neck, she concluded that he had just been with another woman before coming here to find her. He was filthy—disgustingly filthy.
"What do I want? Don't forget your identity. You are my slave bought for ten million dollars to satisfy my needs. Now show me how you seduce other men," Rafas said increasingly bizarrely. The alcohol seemed to numb him further, making him feel hotter. He loosened his tie to make himself more comfortable but didn't forget to torment Yan Wushuang, roughly holding her tight and tearing apart her thin clothing, revealing her beautiful figure before his eyes.
Wushuang struggled desperately, but her strength was limited. The sound of her clothes ripping echoed in the air, yet she refused to give up. She loathed this devilish man before her; after killing so many people, he still had the nerve to drink and play with women without a shred of guilt.
"Let go of me, you filthy man! Let go!" Wushuang shouted but was forcefully pinned against the wall.
Rafas was taken aback by her shout; no one had ever dared to speak to him like that. However, he thought that if she wasn't filthy herself, she wouldn't be in this situation.
"I'm dirty, that's true; I'm indeed very dirty. But don't think you're clean. Don't forget how many times I've touched you with these dirty hands of mine. And what about those men you've seduced? Haven't they tasted your filthy body?" Rafas said as he squeezed her cheek to face him, looking at her wickedly while the smell of alcohol lingered around them.
"You are shameless! My relationship with the general is pure; he would never act like a madman like you! He has always treated me with respect, unlike you—a beast in human clothing—hypocritical and cruel, dirtier than dung!" Wushuang thought that tonight she would go all out; she wanted to curse him fiercely. But as a princess, even when cursing someone, she couldn't think of many fitting words.
Suddenly, Rafas burst into laughter; it was the first time someone had dared to insult him like this. But it seemed she enjoyed cursing him? After that, wouldn't she have to pay for her foolishness?
A glint flashed across Rafas's Silver Mask as he leaned down and sealed her sharp little mouth with his own. The strong smell of alcohol made Wushuang feel nauseous. She bit down hard on his tongue in retaliation, a salty taste spreading between them. Rafas frowned; this damned woman actually dared to bite him.
"Slap!" A loud slap landed on Wushuang's cheek, causing blood to spill from the corner of Rafas's mouth—this was all thanks to that damned woman.
Yan Wushuang felt a brief ringing in her ears from the force of the slap. His grip was already heavy; combined with his slight intoxication, he couldn't control his strength.
Covering her stinging cheek with her hand, she glared at him in fury: "Rafas! What do you think makes you so great? Is it just that you can kill? If that's the case, then come on and kill me!"
Wushuang had seen through this world; if death could bring relief, she would gladly welcome it.
"You little brat..." Another loud slap struck her face: "What right do you have to question my strength? Let me tell you something, Yan Wushuang: you're nothing but a whore! Don't think you're so noble just because you're a princess. Even if you're a queen, you'll still have to obediently climb into my bed and lie beneath me!"
"You..." Yan Wushuang gritted her teeth in hatred towards him. If there were a next life, she would make sure to kill him herself to avenge the grievances of this life.
Rafas loved watching her face turn red as he moved closer, wanting to taste this woman once more.
"Don't touch me, you filthy beast! I tell you, I won't let you have the chance to defile my body again!" Yan Wushuang bit down hard on his arm that was gripping her tightly, forcing Rafas to release her wrist. She pushed forward and quickly turned around, using all her strength to slam her forehead against the hard wall behind her.
With a loud bang, Yan Wushuang's impact produced a deadly sound. In the next moment, blood began to trickle down from her fair skin, more and more blood pulling Rafas back to reality!
"Baby... baby..." Yan Wushuang had already closed her eyes heavily, blood continued to flow, staining a large portion of the sheets and seeping into Rafas's heart.
He anxiously carried Yan Wushuang out of the cell, shouting Shouya's name as he walked: "Shouya... Shouya, you bastard, come out now..."
Hearing his urgent cries, Shouya immediately ran out of the room. He saw Rafas holding a blood-soaked Wushuang, who seemed to have lost consciousness, looking pale and cold like a corpse.
Faisal, still entangled with his woman in the room, heard the sudden shout. He quickly threw on a robe and rushed out. Luckily, he had left the door unlocked in his haste, and Yezi, fully dressed, curiously followed behind him.
Rafas placed the severely injured and unconscious Wushuang on the operating table in Shouya's lab. Faisal and Yezi, who had followed closely behind, rushed over. When Yezi saw the bloodied face of Wushuang, she cried out in panic and rushed forward, grabbing her hand tightly while sobbing: "Wushuang... Wushuang... wake up! Don't fall asleep, Wushuang..."
"Yezi, come help! Clean the blood off Wushuang's face and disinfect her wounds with alcohol," Shouya was busy preparing medication for her; this small task could be entrusted to Yezi.
"Okay." Having learned quite a bit from assisting Shouya, she was fully capable of handling it.
Carefully cleaning the blood and wounds off Wushuang, fortunately, the bleeding had stopped. After completing what Shouya instructed, she quickly fetched the prepared IV bag and carefully inserted the needle into the vein on Wushuang's hand. Once everything was ready, Shouya took over to handle the subsequent procedures.
Standing by with blood all over him, Rafas stared motionlessly at the woman on the operating table. She actually wanted to escape him this way—damn it, how infuriating!
Everyone worked tirelessly throughout the night before stabilizing Wushuang's pulse and breathing. However, in her current state, returning to the cell would undoubtedly mean death.
Before Shouya could speak, Rafas stepped forward and ordered him: "Send her back to the castle first thing tomorrow morning."
"Understood." Shouya could tell that he didn't genuinely want Wushuang dead; if he truly cared about her life, he could have eliminated both her and the Yamamoto Family back in Japan without hesitation.
The next morning, Shouya arranged for Wushuang to be sent back to the castle. However, she was not returned to the room she had previously occupied but was instead locked inside a large birdcage.
In a twisted manner, Rafas had a super-sized birdcage made that could fit a bed and a table inside. He intended to keep her locked up like a pet bird from now on.
Shouya strongly disagreed with Lefas's actions. How could a person use a birdcage to confine someone? Was he insane, or had something triggered him to act in such an incomprehensible manner, completely beyond rational analysis?
“Shouya, don’t think that just because we grew up together, you have the right to criticize my methods. Don’t forget, I am now the leader of Solomon, and it’s not your place to roar at me!” Rafas insisted on keeping Yan Wushuang here, disregarding Shouya's objections entirely.
“Fine, leader, do as you wish. But don’t say I didn’t warn you—Wushuang is a girl with a strong sense of pride. If she wakes up to find herself trapped in such a twisted birdcage, how do you think she will feel? Don’t forget her identity and the environment she grew up in; she is not just a Canary that you can keep!” After saying this, Shouya put down Wushuang's medicine and angrily slammed the door as he left the castle, speeding down the road.
Inside the castle, in the vast room, a beautiful woman slept in a giant birdcage. Her long eyelashes curled slightly, her delicate features were tight and refined, and her small face framed by beautiful long hair resembled a sleeping beauty from a fairy tale.
Rafas entered the giant birdcage and sat beside her bed, looking at her pale face with no color and the glaring bandage wrapped around her forehead. He still couldn’t shake off the scene from last night; his heart felt unsettled.
What was wrong with him? Why was he so disturbed over her? This was not his style. He was the leader of Solomon, the president of Monica Group. How could he be anxious over a woman who had betrayed him?
After taking one last look at her, he stood up and locked the cage, confining her within it.
Shouya was indeed right. When Wushuang woke from her coma, she found herself facing such a scene. She completely broke down; that perverted man had actually locked her inside a birdcage. Did he really think of her as some kind of animal to be kept?
Wushuang continued to refuse food and water. Since she hadn’t died from hitting her head, fine—she would starve herself instead. After all, she had no lingering attachments to this world. As long as Misa treated General Longze well, she would have no regrets.
In her daze, she thought she saw her father and the Empress coming to take her away. Was it really them?
“Father… Empress… is it really you here for Shuang'er? Shuang'er has been so tired; I just want to cry in Father’s arms…” She began to hallucinate. As the figures drew closer, she firmly believed one of them was her father. When the person reached her bedside, she excitedly rushed forward and buried herself in his embrace.
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