When he advanced, Grace recoiled in terror, her heart pounding. "If you repeat that, I'll break your legs," he threatened gravely. Tears welled up in her eyes as she pleaded, "Sir, I'm sorry. It wasn't my intention, it just happened so suddenly... I had no control." She wept uncontrollably. With a forceful grip, he grabbed her chin, demanding, "Speak only for one purpose in my presence." His clenched jaw released, allowing her a soft whimper before letting go abruptly. "Oh, please don't punish me. I'm truly sorry," she begged, but her cries seemed to fall on deaf ears. "I don't want to, Chief. I'm frightened. Please, I beg of you," she cried desperately. "Undress," he commanded, walking towards the wall. The unexpected instruction left her stunned and disoriented. Fear gripped her as she tried to run towards the door, unaware that it was locked. --- Grace, a gentle and intelligent soul, had been living a peaceful life until fate dealt her an unfair hand. To save her father from the consequences of his actions, she found herself entangled with a ruthless mob boss. But could this enigmatic figure harbor any compassion? How would Grace navigate her way through the silence and cruelty of her situation? How long could she endure for her father's sake? After all, the very thought of being with such a powerful figure was daunting.
