Chapter 6: Be My Woman

A Few Minutes Earlier Lucy had arrived at the villa by car. She lingered at the entrance for a few minutes. She didn’t want to do this, but for Tangna’s sake, it was worth it. Resolute, Lucy knocked on the door. Tom, already bathed and prepared, smiled slyly as he opened the door. His gaze was filled with lewd anticipation. “Lucy, I knew you’d come. If only you’d listened sooner, things wouldn’t have to be like this. I’ve always been looking out for you.” He grabbed Lucy and led her inside. “I’ve told you before, raising a child alone isn’t easy. You should have been with me. But no, you had to be stubborn. Now, do you see the consequences?” Lucy understood his insinuations but wasn’t about to sacrifice her dignity easily. She knelt before Tom. “I’m sorry for how I treated you before, but please, spare my daughter. She is my whole world.” Surprised by Lucy’s submission, Tom smiled wickedly. “No need for that. If you’re here, I’ll keep my promise and let your daughter go. But you still have to do something for me.” Tom's hands roamed over her, making Lucy fight the urge to vomit. She forced herself to look at him. “Whatever you want, as long as I can give it.” Tom’s grin grew more obscene. “I want your body. Be my woman, and I’ll let your daughter go.” Lucy nodded. “I agree, just spare my daughter.” Tom pulled her towards the bed. Lucy hesitated. “Now? Tom, can you release my daughter first?” Tom sneered. “Don’t think I don’t know what you’re trying to do. If you don’t please me tonight, your daughter stays. Do you think I’d let you trick me?” Lucy was on the brink of collapse. She knew Tom was despicable, but not this vile. Seeing her hesitation, Tom got impatient. “Don’t think I don’t know who Tangna’s father is. You were with that worthless man, even had his child. And me? Am I not better than that trash? He abandoned you, but I cherish you. Don’t refuse me.” Lucy’s eyes narrowed, unwilling to accept this fate. But if she didn’t, her daughter... Tom, sensing her wavering, called his men. “Maybe seeing your daughter will convince you of my sincerity.” Unexpectedly, none of his men answered. “What’s going on? Why isn’t anyone picking up?” Tom didn’t show his frustration. Maybe the network was bad, or his men were busy. As he feigned a conversation, Lucy looked up at him, and Tom resumed his act. “What? The girl is dying? Looks like...” Before he could finish, Lucy stood up. “Wait, I agree, but let me bathe first. Please don’t hurt my daughter.” Tom, thinking he’d won, nodded. “Of course.” Lucy hurried to the bathroom, looking at herself in the mirror, feeling a whirlwind of emotions. “Joseph, will you really come? If you don’t, what will happen to our daughter...” Meanwhile, Tom lay on the bed, robe discarded, waiting for Lucy. Suddenly, a figure in a black bodysuit and Reaper mask descended from the ceiling. “What the...” Before he could react, another figure appeared behind him, shoving a gun into his mouth. Tom dared not move. The room filled with Reaper-masked figures. A golden-haired individual, exuding an ethereal beauty, stepped forward. Despite his angelic appearance, his voice was male. “Disgusting.” Tom, terrified, watched as the figure pulled out a thorned chain, wrapping it around his neck, drawing blood. “For someone so vile, your blood is beautifully red.” Tom’s fear intensified. He looked at the man, pleading silently. “You want me to spare you?” Samael smiled, “Don’t worry, I won’t kill you.” Just as Tom was about to pass out from strangulation, Samael released the chain, leaving him gasping and bleeding. “If Mr. Joseph hadn’t forbidden it, you’d be dead already. He wants to deal with you personally.” Samael’s eyes gleamed with madness. “I haven’t seen Mr. Joseph execute someone in a long time. Thank you for this spectacle.” Lucy emerged from the bathroom, steeled for her fate, only to be stunned by the sight. “You?”