Arwen's screams echoed through the room as Ye Shufen took her forcefully, his hands gripping her hips with bruising force. Tears streamed down her face as she struggled against him, her body wracked with pain and humiliation.
"Stop! Please, stop!" she begged, but her pleas fell on deaf ears. Ye Shufen was lost in his own selfish desires, his eyes glazed over with a primal hunger.
As he finally finished, he rolled off of her, his chest heaving with exertion. Arwen curled into a ball, sobbing uncontrollably, her body shaking with the aftermath of the brutal assault.
Ye Shufen watched her for a moment, his expression unreadable. Then, without a word, he stood and walked out of the room, leaving Arwen alone with her shattered dignity and broken spirit.
Arwen's rage consumed her as she tore through the room, destroying anything in her path. She hurled vases, shattered mirrors, ripped curtains from their rods. Her screams echoed off the walls, a primal roar of anguish and fury.
Suddenly, the door burst open and Ye Shufen stormed in, his face twisted with anger. He grabbed Arwen by the arms, shaking her violently.
"Stop this madness!" he bellowed.
"You think throwing a tantrum will change anything? You belong to me, Arwen. You always have."
Arwen laughed bitterly, tears streaming down her face.
"Belong to you? I don't even know you! You're a monster, a savage beast disguised as a man. I hate you!"
Ye Shufen's grip tightened, his eyes flashing dangerously.
"You will learn to love me, Arwen. I will make you mine in every way imaginable. And you will submit to me willingly, or I will break you."
With that, he dragged her out of the room, ignoring her struggles and screams. He marched her through the base, past stunned soldiers and servants, until they reached a large, ornate door.
"Ye Shufen I curse you!" Arwen shouted so loudly.
Ye Shufen slammed the door open, revealing a massive bedroom suite adorned with silk drapes, polished wood, and intricate carvings. He threw Arwen onto the bed, his eyes burning with a fierce intensity.
"You dare curse me?" he growled, advancing on her menacingly.
"I am your god, your master, your everything. You will show me respect, or face the consequences."
Arwen scrambled backwards, her heart racing with fear. But beneath the terror, a spark of defiance ignited within her.
"I will never respect you," she spat, her voice shaking but determined.
"You may have my body, but my soul belongs to me. And I will never, ever love you."
Ye Shufen's hand shot out, wrapping around her throat. He squeezed, cutting off her air supply as he leaned in close.
"Watch your tongue, woman," he hissed, his breath hot against her ear.
"You have no idea what I'm capable of. Push me too far, and you'll regret it."
Arwen let out a cough as she touched her neck she kept her hate toward Ye Shufen inside her heart.
Arwen felt like she was about to faint. She stood up and her eyes rolled back she was about to fall and Ye Shufen caught he touched her forehead and his aura became so strong.
"Are the doctors fools!? Come here and take care of her!" Ye Shufen snapped. He kicked chair he didn't know why this little girl made him so angry but he became so worried about her when she was ill.
Arwen drifted in and out of consciousness, her fever raging and her body weak. She felt the cool touch of a cloth on her forehead, and the gentle murmur of voices around her. But through the haze of illness, one voice stood out Ye Shufen's.
He sat by her bedside, his usual stern expression replaced by a look of concern. He held her hand, his thumb brushing over her knuckles in a soothing gesture. Arwen wanted to pull away, to reject his touch, but she was too weak to resist.
"Why do you care?" she whispered, her voice hoarse and raspy.
Ye Shufen's gaze softened, and for a moment, Arwen saw a glimpse of vulnerability in his eyes.
"Because you need to hand over my child," Ye Shufen said arrogantly as he crossed his long strong legs. Arwen was speechless this man is so hot tempered and so arrogant.
Arwen's eyes widened in disbelief at Ye Shufen's arrogant statement. She tried to sit up, but her weakened state prevented her from doing so. Instead, she glared at him with all the hatred and resentment she could muster.
"I've told you a thousand times, I don't have your child!" she snapped, her voice trembling with anger.
"You're delusional if you think I would ever carry the spawn of a monster like you."
Ye Shufen's expression darkened, his grip on her hand tightening painfully.
"Watch your mouth, woman," he growled, his voice low and dangerous.
"You may be ill, but I can still make you regret those words."
Arwen refused to back down, her eyes flashing with defiance.
"Do your worst," she challenged, her breath coming in short, labored gasps.
"I have nothing left to lose. You've already taken everything from me my freedom, my dignity, my innocence. What more could you possibly do?"
Ye Shufen's face contorted with rage, but there was something else there too a flicker of uncertainty, of doubt. He released her hand abruptly and stood, towering over her bed.
"Sleep," he said gently and he walked away. Arwen sighed she touched her hand before she slowly closed her eyes.
As Arwen drifted off to sleep, her mind raced with thoughts of escape, of freedom. She dreamed of running through vast, open fields, the wind whipping through her hair, Ye Shufen's angry shouts fading into the distance.
But even in her dreams, she couldn't escape the reality of her situation. She was trapped, a prisoner in a gilded cage, at the mercy of a man who saw her as nothing more than a means to an end.
When she woke, it was to the sound of gentle knocking on her door. Zhang Ming entered, carrying a tray of food and a small package.
"How are you feeling, Lady Arwen?" he asked softly, setting the tray on the bedside table.
Arwen shrugged, her stomach churning at the thought of eating.
"I've been better, I want some spicy noodles," Arwen said she looked outside the window and she decided it's best to coax a devil.
Arwen took a shower changed into clean clothes afterwards and walked toward a large kitchen she found this mansion base was massive and so many servants. The technology in this building is also high. She opened the kitchen door and grabbed ingredients to make burgers and fries.