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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 4

Maria's eyes were swollen from her crying. Until it came to the point where no tears were coming out of her eyes. It was exhausted, even her eyes were tired from her crying. Anghel had just finished using her in different positions. But what stuck in Maria's mind that Anghel had done to her that night was what they called doggy style. Maria could feel Anghel's cock hitting her pearl. Maria felt pain and ache again that the medicines she was given no longer seemed to be working. But what surprised the girl the most was why her body responded every time she and Anghel made love. She also got hot, excited especially when the pain and ache in her pearl disappeared and were replaced by more tickling. She would voluntarily moan, groan and moan. Which made Anghel so happy that he was also very excited to possess the girl.

"Stay here and rest for two days, I'm just going somewhere. Don't think you can escape from here, there's a guard outside so you have nothing to lose." Anghel said when he was tired of riding with Maria.

Maria didn't move, still naked, while Anghel was getting dressed. As usual, Maria was still blindfolded and her hands were tied again. Then Anghel cleaned Maria's pearls with wipes and her legs and even her groin. Then he covered her with a blanket, but Maria still didn't move. He thought about what was the difference between her being wrapped in a blanket and her body being exposed? It was the same, she was already a dirty woman in everyone's eyes.

"I bought you clothes and underwear, wear them, maybe you'll catch a cold. I didn't want to wear underwear because I would just ruin it, but because you're obedient, I just bought it for you." Anghel said.

Maria was also embarrassed. She didn't feel that Anghel was being considerate as he wanted to convey to her.

"Don't be a saint because it's not right for you, you devil!" Maria couldn't bear not to answer.

Anghel just laughed too.

"Maria... Maria... Maria! Accept your fate and give up being a saint because you're no longer right!" The young man's sarcastic response.

"Because you ruined me! You destroyed my personality and dreams! You have no conscience, you are a plague on society!" Maria screamed and started to cry again.

"I hate drama Maria, behave yourself while I'm not here." Anghel responded firmly and left the girl.

After closing the door, Maria tried to remove her blindfold. She also tried to remove the handcuffs on her hands but she couldn't get them out of the knot. Maria just got choked up and screamed out of anger and annoyance.

"Watch Maria, I know she's planning to escape. I turned off the CCTV on her room because I'm the only one who has the right to watch her. We'll just be a moment, I'll be right back," Anghel ordered the two men standing guard outside the room where Maria was.

Anghel's two men nodded quickly.

"Don't be sorry for her, tell Lala and Mimi to take care of her, just look out." Anghel ordered again.

"Yes, boss!" The two answered in unison.

"If there's a problem, call right away," the young man added.

The two guards nodded again so Anghel and his group left completely. Anghel and his men had something urgent to take care of so he would leave Maria for the time being. He wasn't finished with the girl, he wasn't tired yet so she had to be able to escape while he was gone.

Maria stared at Anghel's clothes left on her bed for a long time. The girl wondered if Anghel had made a mistake with the clothes he had given her. They were pajama suits for sleeping, unlike the seductive dresses she had worn. She hadn't worn underwear for three days, but she was wearing a variety of lingerie on top. And for three days straight, Anghel claimed her from day to night, including the early morning. So who wouldn't be tempted by pearls and almost faint from Anghel's horseplay with her, apparently without any fatigue.

Suddenly, the door opened and two women, the same ones who had gone to Maria's room, came out. She didn't keep quiet about the two women because they were useless and wouldn't help her either. Maria was tired of begging so she stopped and just made up her own escape plan.

"Eat up, Miss Maria, the boss ordered," one of them said.

Maria rolled her eyes and reluctantly took her food from the two women.

"How much do you earn from your demonic master and can you stand to watch us become his victims?" Maria asked the two women with a sharp question as she poked at the spaghetti.

Maria was so annoyed that she cried because of her situation every day. Even when she was eating, her hands were still tied. But when Anghel was there, they removed them except for her blindfold. When Anghel was not there, her blindfold was gone but her hands were tied.

"Boss is kind, if you could only get to know him better." One of them replied.

Maria laughed heartily.

"Kind? In what way? He couldn't even order me to remove these ties from my hands, even when I was eating." She said.

The two women looked at each other, then one of them went out and called a male guard. The man came in and removed Maria's handcuffs. Maria was secretly happy but she wasn't sure she would be able to escape that day. She had to win over Anghel's men who were threatening her first.

"You know how to have mercy on someone like me!" Maria said.

"Don't worry, the boss ordered us to remove your handcuffs, we just forgot." The other one said.

Maria nodded but didn't thank the two women. Maria ate everything they brought her, she really needed to get stronger. Because she had to escape from there before Anghel returned. She would do anything to escape.

Maria finished eating and the two women were about to leave when they heard gunshots.

"W-What was that?" Maria asked in fear.

The two women immediately pulled out guns from their legs. Maria was shocked by what she witnessed from the two women she thought were modest.

"W-Do you know how to handle a gun?" Maria stammered again.

The two women just looked at Maria but they didn't say anything. Suddenly, the man who removed Maria's handcuffs entered again.

"We're being attacked, hide Miss Maria, get her out of here. We've already called the boss," the man said.

The two women nodded and immediately pulled Maria away but tied her up first.

"Wait...wait, what's going on? Blair, are you being attacked? Who are the ones attacking you?" Maria's questions were distracting to the people attacking them. When that happened, Maria would have hope of escaping Anghel's power.

"Don't be noisy, Miss Maria!" One of them scolded.

They finally left the room, Maria was amazed by the beauty she saw in Anghel's house. The expensive items there were striking and it turned out that Anghel had not only four people but many. Maria screamed even more when she heard the successive and simultaneous gunshots. Her body trembled and stiffened as if she had been deafened by the gunshots, especially since it was the first time she had experienced it. She didn't realize that she was already crying as she covered her ears and screamed. Maria felt even more scared and trembling when she saw the blood. It was good that the two women removed her shackles because she was having a hard time running. Maria didn't know if she would survive the encounter with him. She thought it was good that Anghel's house was attacked but it turned out that she was in a worse situation now. Because she was in the middle of the fight between the two groups, Maria made a mistake. It wasn't the police who attacked, but rather the thieves who were Anghel's friends.

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