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The Billionaire's Runaway Slave

She was an innocent and obedient girl before. She love her boyfriend and so everything she can to please him. But she didn't expect that they betrayed her including her family. She sold to a heartless billionaire to paid her uncle's debt. Not only that her boyfriend sold her pictures in the auction bidding event. How can she escaped from the place where for her... it's a living hell? Os there really no hope for her to runaway to that billionaire?
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Chapter 3

Maria blinked when she woke up, she saw that it was already eleven in the morning. She got up slowly, her blindfold was gone but she couldn't leave the room she was in. And the most painful thing was, Anghel claimed her several times. Even though Maria was begging because her pearl was already sore, the young man still continued to fuck her. He just got tired of feeling sleepy and tired while Maria was crying. The girl was feeling a mixture of pain, physical and emotional, and it seemed that her spiritual side was being affected at the same time.

Maria planned to escape Anghel even though she knew that she wouldn't be able to walk quickly because of the pain in her body. But Maria failed again because before Anghel went to sleep, he tied the girl's hands even though she didn't put her blindfold back on. And during their tireless sex, Maria remained with her eyes closed as ordered by Anghel. He even turned off the light on the lampshade before he fell asleep. Maria did everything she could to escape but there was no hope.

Suddenly the door opened, interrupting Maria's thoughts. Two women entered and pushed a food table. Maria felt relieved, she quickly adjusted her seat and stared at the two.

"Are you Anghel?" Maria immediately asked.

The two women looked at each other then looked at Maria again and nodded slowly. Maria's tears suddenly flowed and she sobbed.

"Please have mercy, have mercy on me, help me get out of here please?" Maria pleaded, crying.

The two looked at each other again and then headed over.

"Eat so you have strength," one of them said in a low voice.

"Didn't you hear me? Please help me, I don't want to be here. Your boss raped me, do you know that? You're a woman like me and you know how someone like me feels!" Maria said loudly while her tears kept flowing.

The two women shook their heads in unison and looked at Maria sadly.

"Miss, we're not allowed to talk to you! We'd like to help you but we can't because we'll lose our jobs. Besides, our family will be in danger, so I'm sorry Miss. Our boss is kind, just don't make any mistakes and don't disobey him, and there are a lot of CCTV cameras here, even in your room," one of them said in a low voice.

Maria's lips softened as she continued to live with the two of them. The two women brought the food table closer to Maria so she could eat.

"Kind? Your boss is a demon, do you know that? He exploits innocent and weak people like me. He has no heart, he has no mercy, why doesn't he just kill me? I would rather have him throw me away than have me!" Maria said angrily.

The two women didn't answer, just grimacing.

"Please tell him to just kill me, I don't want to stay here in his hell hole!" Maria growled.

"Miss, he can hear you and is watching you!" One of them warned weakly.

"I don't care!" Maria shouted as her eyes searched for the CCTV and she faced it.

"Are you watching me? Can you hear me? You're a demon! You're not as bad as me, I hope you have nightmares or have a disease that will make you suffer, you animal!" Maria shouted as she gave a dirty finger.

The two women just shook their heads as two large men entered. The two women immediately left when the two men approached. Maria was secretly afraid of what the two men would do to her, so she didn't show it.

"Feed her," Maria heard from where the voice of the one who gave the order came from.

The two men immediately moved and approached Maria. One held Maria so that she wouldn't fall while the other took a slice of sandwich and fed it to Maria. But Maria didn't bite it so the man took it away too. The man took a banana, peeled it, cut it in half and fed it to Maria. But Maria did the same thing, she didn't chew it or swallow it. The man was shocked so he removed the banana that was stuck in the girl's mouth.

"Blind her!" A voice commanded again but Maria knew it was Anghel.

The man immediately blindfolded Maria while the other one was still holding the girl. Just then, footsteps approached so two of them grabbed Maria. Maria thought that Anghel was just in the other room and this was the one coming. And Maria wasn't wrong when the door opened she immediately smelled Anghel's familiar scent. Maria smirked she wanted to make the young man angry until he lost his patience and let her go.

But Maria gasped when someone suddenly choked her.

"Eat or I'll f*ck you to death in front of these two men? Your choice baby," Anghel screamed, then pulled away from the hand that was choking the girl's neck.

Maria gasped, coughed and caught her breath. Maria swallowed and felt fear again, the man was so fierce. And it seemed that he had no mercy in his heart even a little.

"What Maria?!" Anghel said sternly.

"You beast, demon! Your name is not suitable for you, Anghel!" Maria snorted.

Anghel just laughed and sat down on the edge of the bed near Maria.

"I'm counting Maria," the young man said.

"How can I eat if my hands are tied?" The girl suddenly changed.

Maria thought that she didn't want to die in such a dirty way. She also wanted to die honorably at least. So she would just get stronger and escape from Anghel's hands.

"They can feed you without using your hands," Anghel replied coldly.

Maria just sighed and didn't insist anymore.

"Feed her with gentle, my pet is so precious!" Anghel ordered his two men with a grin.

The two men immediately complied and fed Maria. Maria was forced to eat what was being fed to her even though it was against her will.

"Give her her medicine," Anghel ordered again.

She swallowed all the medicine that was given to Maria. She needed it to be strong so that she could escape more easily.

"I want to pee," Maria said after a few minutes.

Anghel looked at his two men and motioned for them to accompany Maria to the bathroom. Unbeknownst to Maria, Anghel followed them into the bathroom.

"Maria is outside and don't fool me because we both know you're not wearing underwear!" Anghel's voice said as he guided the girl to the bowl and made her sit there.

Maria was taken aback, she didn't expect that Anghel would follow them. Maria still thought that she would be able to trick the young man's two men.

"And don't ever trick me, Maria, that won't work!" Anghel said.

"How long are you going to keep me locked up here? Why don't you just let me go? You took everything from me, what else are you going to do to my body!" Maria said angrily.

Anghel laughed loudly.

"Do you think I'm just going to let you go? Do you know that bidding has two parts? One, bidding for a virgin and two is the bidding for a not virgin anymore. I paid a million for the bidding, of course I had to make a profit to sell you in the second stage of the bidding."

Maria's muscles stiffened because of the anger and hatred she felt for Anghel.

"You beast! You have no mercy, you're a real demon!" Maria shouted as she rushed at the young man even though she was blindfolded.

She punched and scratched Anghel when she got hold of him. She hit and pulled every part of Anghel's body that Maria could touch. Anghel didn't budge, she let Maria vent her anger until the young woman was exhausted. Maria just cried and sobbed, she could barely breathe from the weight she felt on her chest. Maria's hope of escaping from Anghel and starting a new life was completely gone.

"Are you done?" Angel suddenly asked Maria who suddenly fell silent.

Maria didn't answer when Anghel suddenly grabbed her, made her stand up and pulled her towards the shower. Anghel quickly turned on the shower and placed the girl in it as if she was no longer herself. Maria didn't even care about the cold water coming from the shower because she had lost all feeling.

"You need to take a bath, I don't want a dirty girl," that was the last thing Anghel said to Maria before he completely left the girl in the bathroom.

Maria suddenly started crying again, falling to the floor while the water continued to fall on her body. She stayed like that for a few minutes and only moved when she felt cold. Maria rubbed her body well because she felt that she was very dirty. That at least by taking a shower, the dirt on her body would be reduced. And dirt has stained her character as a woman who was once very clean.

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