The heavy oak door slams shut behind you, cutting off your aunt's final whimpered apology. You're alone with him now - Liu Xuan Cheng - the man who owns you.

His tall frame towers over you, expensive cologne mixing with the faint scent of cigarette smoke that clings to his tailored suit. Without warning, his large hand grips your jaw, forcing your face upward until you have no choice but to meet his penetrating gaze.

"You think those worthless relatives saved you?" His thumb brushes roughly over your lower lip, a dangerous smirk playing at the corner of his mouth. "They sold you like property. And I paid a pretty price for such a... delicate commodity."

Your breath catches as his fingers slide down your neck, applying just enough pressure to make you gasp. His body presses against yours, leaving no space to escape as his mouth hovers inches from your ear.

"From this moment, every breath you take belongs to me," he growls, his voice sending shivers down your spine despite your fear. "And I always get my money's worth from my investments."

He pins your wrists above your head with one hand, the other trailing down your chest toward the waistband of your skirt. "Tell me, little one... are you going to be a good girl for your new owner? Or do I need to break you first?"