Chapter 168: Forbidden Game

Unlike the calm Zuo Xuan, Cheng Yan was extremely nervous in front of the police. When the officers presented some evidence, she quickly confessed.

She admitted that Lu Zhendong had been pursuing her for months, but she felt nothing for him, seeing him as a spoiled brat who thought the world revolved around him. While filming, Cheng Yan met Zuo Xuan, a smart and interesting guy, and they hit it off. Cheng Yan grew fond of him.

This might have been the start of the disaster. Perhaps out of jealousy, one night after Cheng Yan and Zuo Xuan took a walk, a man forcibly dragged her into a car, injected her with something, and she lost consciousness. When she woke up, she was tied to a luxurious bed, with Lu Zhendong, dressed scantily, smirking at her. She screamed and cried, but Lu Zhendong said, “It’s just you and me here, save your strength.”

Lu Zhendong didn’t rape her but left her there without food, water, or a chance to use the restroom. When she desperately begged to go to the bathroom, screaming until her voice was hoarse, he finally came in, smirking, “Call me master and I’ll let you go.”

Cheng Yan hated him deeply and would rather wet the bed and lie in the stench than submit to him. Enraged by the smell, Lu Zhendong came in and berated her, calling her a pig and whipping her with a small whip, which, though it didn’t hurt, humiliated her greatly.

Afterwards, he brought a bottle of mineral water, teasingly saying, “Call me master and I’ll give you water.” Cheng Yan bit her lip until it bled, cursing him with the foulest words she could think of. Lu Zhendong just smiled and poured the water on her chest, leaving her to watch but not drink.

It was clear that Lu Zhendong, unable to win her over, resorted to breaking her spirit through humiliation. But he wasn’t a patient tormentor. The next day, seeing her near death, he angrily fed her dumplings, shouting, “Why are you so disobedient? Don’t you dare die on me! Eat, eat!”

Cheng Yan ate the food he forcefully fed her, tears streaming down her face. After eating, Lu Zhendong said, “If you behave, I’ll let you go, okay?” She nodded.

He actually untied her, but as she tried to escape, weakened and unable to move properly after being tied up for a day, Lu Zhendong caught her easily, threw her back on the bed, and tied her up again.

This time, Lu Zhendong was more aggressive, ripping her clothes, but Cheng Yan, turning her head and silently crying, showed no reaction. Frustrated, he gave up on raping her, saying, “Every woman throws herself at me, but you play hard to get? Be careful, you might make me angry!”

Day after day, Cheng Yan’s spirit withered. In the darkness, time crawled. She longed for food, water, sounds, and moving things. To survive, she pretended to submit, calling him “master” which made Lu Zhendong ecstatic. Thinking he had won, he fed her and cooked for her. Although he was a terrible cook, even messing up frozen food, she pretended to enjoy it.

One night, he raped her, but her memories of it are blurred. What she recalls is the half-cooked dumplings, the soggy noodles, and the fibers from the bed in her throat.

Lu Zhendong, still distrustful, tied her up every time he left, smirking as he said goodbye, “Sweetheart, I’m going to work, see you tonight.”

“Have a safe trip, master,” Cheng Yan replied mechanically.

That night, he came back with a new maid outfit, and though Cheng Yan had lost all shame, she put it on in front of him. He smirked, “See, women need the whip to be tamed.”

Cheng Yan felt like she was living a nightmare, with Lu Zhendong as the grinning demon. He gradually loosened his control, allowing her to move around the house. He fed her, raped her, and boasted about his sexual prowess. Once, after finishing, he said, “I think you’re frigid. Other women climax, but you don’t.”

Cheng Yan coldly retorted, “They were lying. No woman, not even your mother, would climax from your two minutes.”

Enraged, Lu Zhendong slapped her.

Sometimes he talked about his boring past, like his first woman, a maid, when he was thirteen, thinking these stories were fascinating.

Cheng Yan felt like a puppet, with a small flame of rebellion inside. She wanted to kill him in his sleep, hang his annoying dog, and burn the house down. But rationality told her she couldn’t. Lu Zhendong was powerful, and the Lu family could crush her with a flick of their finger.

Her only hope was to endure until he got bored and let her go.

One night, a more sinister idea struck her: to kill herself in front of him. Hang herself, making him see her dead body, and haunt his dreams forever.

Determined, she found a sturdy dog leash, tied it to the upstairs railing, and stood on a chair. The dog barked, waking Lu Zhendong, who ran out yelling, “My guitar!”

Seeing her about to hang herself, he freaked out, pulling her down and slapping her, shouting, “I love you so much, why would you betray me!”

Cheng Yan glared at him with intense hatred.

Shaking with rage, Lu Zhendong pointed at her, “I’ll teach you a lesson. Tomorrow, I’ll bring someone to see you humiliated like a pig!”