ST Chapter 8

Please do not read this chapter if you are not use to anything rated mature. It has many acts of violence and you are reading at your own risk.

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Main Story Part 8

I extend out my hands that are still tied together and directly slap in the direction of Ye CanSheng. I don’t even care if I actually hit him or not, and just roll my body towards the edge of the bed. I want to escape from here, to a place where no one can find me…

My body lands on the floor. It’s painful. Before I can even stand up I am once again grabbed by my shirt and pulled back onto the bed. It hurts. I want to leave. I don’t even spare Ye CanSheng a glance, I just keep trying to get up. I want to leave…

“You can only belong to me, do you know that?!”

CanSheng’s voice enters my ears, but I don’t answer him. I want to leave. I want to leave…

“Answer me!”

He knees me hard in the stomach, and once again I fall back onto the bed. My inner organs start to clamour. Like a pot of porridge they churn around in my body. I start to feel a sense of nausea in my stomach…

Yet his fist comes down again, landing on my face and body. Every punch feels like it weighs one thousand jins[1], carrying his anger and rage.

“You still want to escape? Did I say you could leave?”

He then rips off my pants and clothes…

The corner of my lips are still hurting, don’t even mention the pain on my face, I say, “Have you gone mad?”

He says, “I’m not mad.”

Afterwards, I always think, I’m probably the one who’s gone mad. How come I picked him up from the garbage dump and brought him back here? Why didn’t I escape earlier? Why didn’t I realise that this man, Ye CanSheng, is really just a madman….?

He straddles my legs that aren’t covered by any clothes and holds my face making me look at him before saying, “Look, if it’s all clean like this, you won’t want to escape anymore.”

How do I escape?

After he finished his sentence, I don’t even know how many more times he hit me. I don’t even have the energy to move my little toe now. Only my mouth is wide open panting heavily…

The feeling of being r*ped as Ye CanSheng slowly dominates my body is fresh in my mind…

I see my own legs propped up onto CanSheng’s shoulder. I see him hold one of my feet up and gently kiss the skin on my inner thigh. This type of gentleness is completely different from the brutal and rough way he entered…

That night was no different. My body couldn’t move at all, but I was still fully conscious. I could feel him entering me every time. Every inch of his touch. There wasn’t a single thing that didn’t make me feel nausea and disgust.

“Leave…”

It looks like he didn’t hear what I said as he’s fully absorbed in dominating me.

“YunSheng, can you see? I am currently inside your body.” His words are filled with satisfaction and excitement.

He lifts my body up, and says like a child, “Can you see?”

He can only see himself buried inside my body. He can’t see the blood pouring out of me, nor can he see my trembling body…

He presses against my neck, caresses my artery and begins to bite my body. His bites are strong. I can feel my skin being ripped apart, but this kind of slightly numbing pain is bearable compared to the previous slap across the face. It’s just that I can’t bear that kind of sticky feeling. I can’t bear his tongue licking at my wounds everywhere. Licking back and forth, here and there.

“Why are you trembling so badly?” he asks as he feels my body.

“Leave….”

“Don’t worry, I’ll carry you back home in a second.”

“Ye CanSheng!! Can’t you understand what I’m saying?!”

He lifts his head up from my body, directly covers my mouth with his hand and says, “Because you only need to be obedient and listen to me”

I should really celebrate the remoteness of my deserted office. That way no one could hear my cries and begs for mercy that day. No one could hear the sounds of skin slapping against each other nor the sounds of oppressive whimpers that day…

His possessiveness is just as scary as his strength. I don’t know how many times it was before I started to break down. I begged him to let me go, begged him to leave me, but all I got back was even more cruel entries and more hurt he caused on my body.

In the end just before I lost consciousness, he was still dominating me non-stop…

Because of me, he’s gone completely mad.

Actually I didn’t know that CanSheng received a call that day. A call for him to go back home, saying that his location was already found and that if he didn’t go back I would be killed. Yet I personally said I wanted to leave him that day…

This made him feel uneasy. So on that day he used his actions to tell me that I was his and that I couldn’t leave him …

And he really did do just that. He locked me up in my room for two whole days, using a 6 metre long chain…

The entire time, that chain never left my foot once until he returned. He said I was more obedient that way. It was after that, that I finally knew. He was actually the second Young Master of the mafia…

ST Chapter 7
ST Chapter 9

13 thoughts on “ST Chapter 8

  1. Huh… Love… It but at same time.. Ugh.. Soo painfull pity… Ughh I hope the seme will treat our uke more gentle and nice in future aamiin

  2. All of these genre in one book does not come by often that’s why i am really thrilled that i get the chance to read it. Thanks for the translation. I’m all curious now as to how the two men would fight for YunSheng’s ownership.

  3. ToT Poor babies, already off to a rough start through not properly communicating. Hopefully, they will have a couple sweet moments inbetween their times struggling with each other. Thank you so much for the new chapter. I love this story a lot, and I’m very glad you’ve continued to share it with us ❤

  4. Even though I know it happens, it hard to even fathom the thoughts of someone who beats the person they love.

  5. Thank you for the update! I’ll support this story … As painful and sadistic as it might look like, I’m still hoping for a happy outcome for YunSheng …

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