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Welcoming

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The roar of the waves sounded comfortable in Sara's ears. He realized he was in the middle of the sea, on a ship heading somewhere. And he was sure, the main purpose of the ship was Naples.

Although his legs and hands were not free, his ears were still comfortable hearing the sound of the sea. The rope bond has been replaced with handcuffs and iron chains so that he does not try to escape again. Because the last time he broke away and almost ran away and threw himself in the sea.

Hunger woke him up who was lying down. Sara realized, it had been two days that she had not eaten. When he escaped from Max's mansion, he didn't eat anything. And the food the man on the ship offered disgusted him.

"I don't want to starve to death, but this disgusting food makes me not hungry anymore" he said staring intently at a plate filled with food.

He moved his handcuffed leg and kicked the plate so that the sound of the broken thing made someone approach him.

"You want to kill yourself with that shard, a beard? Just dream, Mr. Elijah still wants to play with you," said the man cynically from the doorstep.

"I'm wasting my time trying to kill myself on this ship. But I want to kill you, banjingannn!"

The man chuckled. He drew closer to Sara making the woman slightly mumble her head.

"Your hands and feet are tied, you can't kill me." The man smirked and looked at Sara's pitiful appearance.

His hair was disheveled and his entire body was filled with scars. However, the woman did not show any weakness. Sara even prefers to challenge and insist on refuting every word.

"I can kill you with my words, brengseekk! Don't you have eyes and ears to see and hear? I will at all times continue to refute you and not let you win!"

"I would love to touch and cut off your tongue with honor, Mrs Del Montana. Too bad, you belong to our Master."

Sara grins. He doesn't care about that reason. "You can do it if you want. I wonder how strong you are facing me. Besides, your master won't know you've done anything to me if you keep your mouth shut, will he?" challenge Sara with a denouncing tone.

The man felt angry. "I won't betray my Master, my beard!!"

"Don't want to betray or are you impotent? Hahaha, just say it like that. Look at that pathetic look of yours!"

Sara laughed seeing the change in expression that the man was aiming for. And his guess seems right. The man slapped him so hard that his cheeks felt cramped and painful at the same time.

"I can kill you right now if you give me the order, jalangg!! You insulted me with your dirty mouth! Wouldn't it be better to die than to be a toy of a man who doesn't want you?"

"You're wrong, impotent man! I appreciate myself being able to touch a normal man. At least not an abnormal man like you," Sara said loudly.

He did not show the slightest fear even though his cheeks still felt sore and sore. Because of his pleasure of seeing such a pathetic-looking opponent was even more furious and furious.

Sara also did not care anymore about her empty stomach asking for the food.

The man was angry and violently kicked Sara in the stomach. Until Sara felt staggered but couldn't help but laugh.

"You can't kill me either, can you? Hahaha, you can only do this to vent your emotions. But, remember! Don't overdo it, I could have died before it came into your master's hands. And your master didn't get what he wanted."

Sara touched her sick stomach. It hurt so much that Sara wanted to cry because she couldn't help it. But he won't let anyone pressure him. Sara promised herself that night was the last time she cried. And there won't be another time.

Excessive heartburn makes him close his mouth. And that was not out of the man's observation.

"You who want to die, jalangg! Don't blame me for not giving you food. You didn't eat it yourself."

"Anjying food like that? Not even a fool would look at him."

Once again the man slapped Sara's cheek so that the corner of her lips bled. "Don't be arrogant, jalangg! I'll see how far you've got with that arrogance."

Sara laughed miris. He rubbed the dripping blood. "Let's bet on your future!"

Without hesitation the man agreed. "Don't blame me if your life ends nicely, beard!"

"We'll see who the real winner is!"

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Two days late on the set trip, the ship carrying Sara docks at a dock.

Despite not seeing anything from the dark room that imprisoned her and from her closed eyes, Sara knew that she was being paraded somewhere again.

And he was shocked as his body felt drifting. "Oh shit, what's going to happen? Looks like I was dropped from a high place," he murmured.

He tried to get something to hold on to, but the handcuffs that tied his hands made him fail to get anything.

And misfortune befell him, he fell down in a hard place. "Fuck!" objurgation. And holding his spine that hit hard that thing. "What's broken?"

"You're not dead, Nyoya Maxwell," said someone. The voice was new and Sara did not know him.

"Who are you?"

"not nobody. Welcome to my area!"

"You're Elijah?"

The sound of weirdness made Sara want to hit and spit on the man.

"You know me?"

"How are the birds. It's an honor to meet you in person and talk to you" Sara said without a hint of trepidation. He maintained his flat look.

The man chuckles, then drags Sara from her place and throws her like a sack of rice into a truck.

"It's also an honor to meet my old friend's wife."

Which surprised Sara. He guessed in his heart that this incident was not just a coincidence and might have been planned.

"Did he never tell you anything about me? It turns out that I'm an old friend who's forgotten" said the man with a chuckle.

Sara stays on her flat mode. Although a little surprised at the fact that Max and Elijah know each other.

"I'm sorry, we don't have time to talk about things that don't matter. And I don't think it's that important thing to remember that Max didn't tell it. Because the future has a more interesting story, right?"

Stephen-Elijah- chuckled and Sara could feel there was a hostile scent from the sound.

"But you can't live without the past, Mrs Maxwell."

"In general, history cannot be changed, what is wrong with changing the present to organize a better future? Isn't that what you think, Mr Elijah?"

Inwardly, Sara prayed that the man in the truck would not hit her as the man on the ship did. And he was grateful for not getting it.

It was just that he felt amused as the man's hand stroked his cheek. "Did Marcus treat you rudely? A beautiful woman like you doesn't deserve this."

Sara was eager to spit at the man when his hand touched Sara's lips, but her eyes were closed and she couldn't do it just out of instinct.

"I don't deserve your attention, sir," said Sara, turning her face away and Stephen's touch loosened.

And the sound of the man's laughter frightened him followed by a dagger-like whisper, Sara rewinded her head.

"You deserve it, because you're worth more than anything I have. Enjoy my every treatment of you, Mrs Maxwell. Because your most beautiful moment is coming soon."

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