Chapter 462
With a sharp smack, Rodney slapped Christina’s exposed leg, the sound echoing through the room.
“Wow, now this is something else–silky, soft, and with just the right bounce. Ms. Stevens, these legs of yours could keep me entertained for years!” Rodney exclaimed, his hands growing bolder as he laughed.
Christina burned with shame and fury, raising her hand to slap him across the face. However, Rodney caught her wrist effortlessly and slapped her back instead.
The impact left a visible red mark on her pristine face, and a tear rolled down her cheek as the reality of her situation sank in. At that moment, she felt utterly fragile.
Aspen gritted her teeth and growled, “Rodney, forget the money. Open the door, and we’ll leave right now!”
Rodney sneered at her request. He taunted, “You think you can just walk in and out of Madblade Martial Academy as you please? Remember how commanding you were when you first came in? I hate people giving me orders, so you’re not going anywhere until I say so."
In desperation, Aspen drew a concealed knife, intending to force her way out. However, her martial arts skills, though considerable, were no match for the academy’s numerous experts.
As the blade barely grazed Rodney’s collar, Dean landed a powerful kick to Aspen’s back, causing her to cough up blood. Rodney managed to dodge the attack and, enraged, unleashed a barrage of strikes against her.
Despite Aspen’s martial prowess matching Rodney’s, Dean’s sneak attack had left her seriously wounded. After a brief struggle, Rodney kicked away her knife and seized her arms.
“How dare you try to attack me, you bitch! Fine. Not only am I going to break you, but I’m going to make you suffer until you beg for death!” Rodney snarled, his face contorted with rage.
Aspen’s face contorted in pain as she spat blood at him, her voice trembling with hatred. “Rodney, if you lay a single finger on me, I swear I’ll make you pay with your life!”
Rodney laughed mockingly and turned to Dean and the others. “Did you hear that? She’s still making threats!”
Dean, an older man nearing 60 but still lecherous, chuckled darkly. “Mr. Sanford, there’s no convincing women like her. You just need to break her in! Why wait? This is the perfect position. Show us a real performance!”
Laughter erupted among the crowd of academy students, their lewd cheers filling the room as they craned their necks to get a better look.
Christina, restrained and helpless, could only watch as Rodney’s filthy hands reached into Aspen’s neckline.
Aspen’s muffled sobs escaped as tears streaked her face. Her mind went blank, consumed by the humiliation and despair of the moment. She never imagined she would one day be reduced to this–violated and powerless to stop it.
Rodney’s hands roamed over her without shame, making her stomach churn with disgust.
Suddenly, a thunderous crash echoed through the hall as the academy’s solid wooden doors were kicked open. The explosive entrance startled the students, and Rodney froze in his tracks.