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Dolores was dizzy. She felt the bumps and realized she was lying in a car.
Slowly she opened her eyes and her vision went from blurry to clear. She looked around and got an idea of her situation.
She was in a seven-seater minivan. The back seat was folded down, so there was a large space in the rear compartment. The back seat looked like a large bed, on which she was lying. At the window, the carâs black film covered the windows, so she wasnât sure if the outside was dark or lit. However, she guessed it must be daytime because she could see no flickering light.
As she was about to move, she got a migraine and could not move her hands at all. When she lowered her head, she discovered that she was tied down on all fours.
Sampson, who was driving, saw her waking up in the rearview mirror. He said, âYouâre awake, are you hungry now?â
Dolores thought about what had happened earlier and didnât want to talk to him.
She closed her eyes again.
âDo you hate me?â Sampson could see her expression clearly through the rearview mirror.
She didnât want to talk to him at all, did she?
âLola, weâre in love. Sooner or later weâll make love. Why do you have to do this? I feel sorry for you if you get hurt.â Indeed, he felt sorry for this woman, but compared to her, he was more eager to win this womanâs heart.
âAre you hungry?â Sampson asked again.
No matter what Sampson said, Dolores pretended not to hear him. She didnât answer. Right now, she was really disgusted by this man. Besides, she knew how vicious this man was.
Sampson knew she was very angry with him, so she didnât keep asking him. He said, âLet me know if youâre hungry.â Then he shut up and concentrated on driving.
Dolores felt a strong migraine. She wondered what kind of road the car was driving on. It was quite bumpy. Her head wound ached when she felt the jolt. However, she didnât cry or complain, just endured the pain in silence.
To release her pain, Dolores forced her mind to go blank. As long as she could fall asleep, she would not feel the pain.
The sun was setting. It was getting dark outside.
When she woke up again, she didnât know what time it was. He wasnât in the car either. Instead, he was in a hotel room, which was small and sparsely furnished. It was somewhat clean, apparently a private inn that did not ask for ID to check in. Dolores discovered that it was remodeled on the basis of a residence apartment â the room was separated on the basis of a living room.
She curved her lips into a wry smile on her pale face.
She had to admit that Sampson had gone out of his way, not to be found, he could stand such a shabby place.
He was of the Herbert Family, he had been born rich and noble. He should never have suffered in this way.
Doloresâ throat was dry. She wanted to drink some water. However, she was still tied on all fours. Sampson was not in the room. It seemed he was afraid she would escape, so he did not release her.
With a click, the door to the room was pushed open. Sampson walked in with some things in his hands.
Seeing that she was awake, he asked, âYouâre awake. You must be hungry, arenât you?â
As he spoke, he closed the door and bolted it from the inside. He feared the lock was broken, so he turned the doorknob to see if the lock worked. After making sure, he put the things on the table.
âIâm thirsty,â he said in a very hoarse voice.
She didnât know how long she had gone without talking or drinking water. Right now, the thirst was almost killing her.
Sampson untied her hands. A dark red mark was left on her slender, beautiful wrists.
He stroked her, âDoes it hurt?â
Dolores didnât answer. It was really hypocritical. If he really felt sorry for her, how could he treat her like that?
Sampson untied her feet and helped her sit up, âIâll get you some water.â
Dolores moved her sore wrists. Sampson pulled out a bottle of water. As he was about to open the lid, she said, âIâll do it myself.â
Sampson asked, âDonât your wrists hurt?â
âNo. You bought dinner, didnât you? You must be hungry, too. You can eat first.â Sampson stared at her for a few seconds. Then he passed her the unopened bottle of mineral water. Dolores took it and watched carefully to see if the cap had been opened before. Now she was very afraid of Sampson, that he would drug her again.
Hence she was quite cautious.
Sampson took several bites of the food he had bought outside. Then he gave the other portion to Dolores, âHave some,â he said.
Dolores was hungry, but didnât take the food as she stared at it.
Sampson thought it was because she didnât like the food. He explained, âThis is a remote village, no big restaurants, and your condition is poor. Hang in there one more day. Iâll find a good restaurant so you can eat better. Then you can rest well.â
Dolores was silent. She picked up the food and took several bites to satiate herself. She didnât eat much, not because the food wasnât tasty. In the past, when she had led a poor life with her mother, she had eaten worse and had encountered all sorts of difficulties.
She simply did not dare to eat too much, because Sampson gave it to her.
He had deceived her before: she always suspected that he would do her harm.
She was afraid he would put the drug in the food.
âThatâs it? Lie down. Iâll put the medicine in your wounds.â
Dolores put down the takeout box and took a sip of water, âI want to go to the bathroom.â
She didnât get up until Sampson agreed. When she got up, she discovered her legs were numb. His ankles ached, too.
He bent down and rubbed his numb legs. Sampson was quick to reach out to help her rub them. Dolores was afraid of his touch. She recoiled on instinct.
Her legs bumped against the edge of the bed, making her sit up. She immediately refused, âNo, thank you. They are no longer numb.â
After finishing her words, she dragged her legs that had certain sensations to the bathroom. He closed the door and locked it from the inside. After making sure it was locked, she breathed a sigh of relief. However, she wasnât coming to use the bathroom. She didnât want Sampson to put the medicine on her wounds. She realized he would tie her up again after doing so. She felt quite uncomfortable with everything on all fours tied up.
She rested sitting on the toilet, rubbing the numbness in her legs from being tied up for so long.
Until she recovered from her exhaustion, she stood up and pressed the button to flush, causing Sampson to confirm that she had used the toilet. He washed his hand with the water from the faucet, opened the door and stepped out.
Sampson lowered his head to look at his phone. Dolores gave him a casual glance. She was looking for a possible escape route. At the sound, he closed the screen of his phone and looked at her, âLie down.â Dolores was sitting on the edge of the bed, looking at him coyly.
âI wonât lay a finger on you until youâve recovered.â Sampson realized what was troubling him.
Dolores felt cold in her heart. She wondered if he would continue to treat her the same way he had last time after she had recovered.
She shivered. All she wanted was to escape as soon as possible.
She lay down slowly. Sampson removed the gauze from his head. She had a small wound on her forehead. She was treated at the hospital. The doctor said it was not life-threatening, although it was bleeding badly.
It hurt a little when Sampson put the medicine in. Dolores gritted her teeth, not letting out a sound. The beads of sweat oozing from his forehead showed how much it hurt.
âScream if it hurts too much.â
âNo, it doesnât hurt.â
Dolores closed her eyes.
After a few minutes, Sampson finished putting the medicine on her. âIâm going to be driving during the day, so I need to get a good nightâs restâ¦â
âGo ahead, tie me up.â Dolores what he was hinting at.
Sampson bent down and started on her feet, âIâll tie them loosely. Youâll feel better that way.â
But she could never feel comfortable being tied up, could she?
Dolores closed her eyes, feeling dizzy. She let him tie her hands too. She decided to look for an opportunity to escape after he wasnât so alert of her.
âKnock. Knockâ¦â
Suddenly, they heard the loud knocking on the door.
Sampsonâs expression changed dramatically. He looked toward the door.
The knocking on the door sounded again along with a manâs voice: âOpen the door! Hurry!â
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