Chapter 21 No More Puppets
His chest heaved with rage. “Lock her in the basement! She’s not coming out until she learns her lesson!”
Elsa spent three long days in that dark, windowless basement.
On the fourth, the door creaked open as Quinn stepped in carrying a food tray.
“Elsa, you must be starving by now, huh?” She blew on a spoonful of soup, her eyes gleaming with mischief.
“I just begged Dad to let you out,” she said with a bright smile. “He agreed!”
Elsa said nothing. She simply stared at Quinn, waiting to see what game she was playing this time.
Quinn wasn’t fazed by the silence.
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She knelt down and pushed the tray toward Elsa. “Eat something. You need your strength if you’re going to entertain our guest tonight.”
Elsa let out a cold, dry laugh.
“Spare me the act. Just say what you’re really here for.”
“Dad invited Mr. Dawson over for dinner tonight,” Quinn said sweetly.
The next moment-
She jabbed the soup spoon against Elsa’s throat, eyes sharp and chilling. “You know, the sixty–year–old who collects arm candy like trading cards? He saw your dance video. Loved it.”
Her smile curled cruelly. “And he really liked your body too.”
Disgust rose in Elsa’s chest.
She grabbed Quinn’s wrist and flung the tray aside, soup splattering all over the floor.
She wouldn’t touch that filth.
Boiling hot broth ran down Quinn’s wrist. She shrieked and staggered back. “You psycho! You think this’ll save you?”
“You’re dreaming!”
When Mr. Dawson walked in, his gold tooth gleamed under the chandelier light.
His pudgy fingers fondled Elsa’s wrists, which were tied behind the chair.
“You’re even more stunning in person, Ms. Moore.” He flicked his cigar, letting ash fall on her shoulder.
Elsa flinched at the burn, inhaling sharply.
“With a body like this, I’m in for a real treat tonight.”
“Mr. Dawson.” Quinn giggled, handing him a glass of wine. “My sister’s just a little shy. Don’t mind her.”
“I don’t.” His grin widened. “I like ‘em feisty”
“Adds spice!”
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Half an hour later, Dawson had his guards lock Elsa in the room.
Tonight, he intended to enjoy her properly.
The moment the door clicked shut, Elsa kicked into action.
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Chapter 21 No More Puppets
She threw her head back and toppled the wine cabinet behind her.
A bottle of Romanée–Conti exploded over Dawson’s head.
Wine poured down his face as Elsa glared at him, eyes blazing.
“Bitch!” Dawson clutched his head and lunged at her.
Just as he came close-
Elsa’s foot shot up and slammed into his groin.
Dawson collapsed with a cry of pain, curling up on the floor, unable to move,
He looked up at her, eyes full of hatred. “You little slut… you trying to die?!”
Elsa spat in his direction, brushing dust off her dress.
“In your dreams. Go play with your little toys in hell–I’m done entertaining creeps like you.”
With that, she strode to the door and tried to open it.
Behind her, Dawson laughed.
“Don’t bother. Without my fingerprint, that door won’t open.”
Elsa froze.
She’d known this wouldn’t be easy–but she hadn’t expected this level of cruelty.
Biting her lip, she scanned the room for a way out. She couldn’t let herself fall into this monster’s hands.
Then her gaze caught on the window.
She remembered noticing earlier–it was the third floor.
If she jumped, she might get hurt… but she’d survive.
Better that than letting Dawson touch her.
She limped over, took a deep breath-
And jumped.
Pain tore through her leg as her knee slammed into the gravel.
Blood streamed down her shin.
But Elsa didn’t pause.
Afraid Dawson’s men would come after her, she scrambled to her feet and staggered forward.
Behind her, the villa lit up with shouts and chaos.
Mr. Dawson’s curses and his guards‘ pounding footsteps echoed through the night.
The mansion glowed like a predator’s lair–bright, polished, and ravenous.
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