Chapter 8
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I had a gorgeous figure, with curves in all the right places, and my slender, pale waist was on display. My long legs were my secret weapon.
Even though it was nighttime, my skin still glowed.
I pulled on a trench coat over my bikini so I wouldn't cause any misunderstandings on the way there.
Even though it was late at night, many young people were out on the streets. I didn't dare to respond to their greedy, desire-filled gazes.
If they found out that I was wearing a bikini inside, that would be so embarrassing.
The woods in Eastburg were right ahead of me. I moved forward, trembling. The number of people around me decreased until finally, there was no one.
"Keep going!"
Another command arrived via text. It was clear that the person involved was hiding somewhere, watching me in secret.
I felt tormented and anxious, and I wanted to cry. I suppressed my terror and kept going for about another 300 feet.
Suddenly, I heard scornful laughter behind me. I turned and saw a short, ugly old man. The wrinkles on his face were deep-set, showing his age.
He approached me slowly and stared openly at me. He grinned, revealing the few, yellowing teeth that he had left.
"You—"
Was it him? I didn't know who he was. How could he know about our affairs?
"Lola, you kept your promise. I've been waiting for you for a long time."
The sour, decaying smell on him made me want to vomit. I pointed at him and demanded, "Where's the video? Hand it over!"
The old man's thick, dark lips came closer and blew hot breath in my ear. "You'll have to show me how sincere you are today. Otherwise, you won't be able to take the video with you."
Sincerity? What did he mean by that?
Upon hearing this, I was filled with more rage than I had ever felt before. What did he mean?
I could no longer stand it. I mustered up all my strength and raised my hand to slap him. However, I was caught in a vice-like grip.
He was very strong. His hands came around my neck as he pinned me firmly against a tree. He produced a rope out of nowhere and tied me up.
I felt a chill settle over my heart. What was he planning to do? The terror of uncertainty made me tremble.
