Chapter 631: I’ve Been Too Kind to You
In a second, Wendy was up on her feet. She walked towards the fruit knife and held it up.
Seeing this, Zen hobbled over with the help of a crutch and asked worriedly, "Wendy, what do you intend to do?"
"If push comes to shove, I’d like to perish with Christian." Wendy had been locking herself up in this room over the past few days and rarely left.
Whenever someone brought food over, she would tell them to leave it at the door.
She would then bring the food in and have her meal with Zen.
She had considered much over the course of the past few days and she knew that she could not run from what she was about to face.
Having failed to kill Christian after the golden opportunity was presented to her previously, she knew that it would be close to impossible to find another opening for a second attempt.
Even if Christian were to be caught by the authorities eventually, Wendy was afraid that she would not be able to hold out till then. As long as Christian was alive, he would not go easy on someone who wished him dead.
Nonetheless, Wendy was special to him, so he would not want her dead. But based on Christian’s personality, he would make sure Wendy wished she were dead if she tried to defy him.
Wendy now regretted that she had not picked up another gun back then. Of all the guns strewn on the ground, she picked the one that Christian had tossed out.
At that time, there were many dead bodies, and guns had littered the ground. Had she picked one with bullets, Christian would have long been dead.
Unfortunately, there was no point for any regrets now.
"Don’t be rash..." Zen reached over to snatch the fruit knife out of Wendy’s hands as she continued, "Wendy, think about Michael, think about Leah and Jake, and the baby you’re carrying. If you died while killing Christian, what would happen to your family?"
"Zen, we all know Christian. If I wanted to live well while under his control right now, that would be difficult," Wendy responded coolly. "I’d rather end both my life along with his than to live under his torture or in shame."
"No!" Zen shook her head as tears welled up in her eyes, "Wendy, this is something I should be doing, not you!"
Zen inhaled deeply and blinked as two heavy drops of tears streamed from her eyes.
"I will find an opportunity to kill Christian and you will have a chance to escape this place."
At Zen’s words, Wendy scoffed loudly.
"A chance?" Wendy spoke, not hiding her despair. "What other chance do we have?"
By now, the knocking on the door had grown louder.
"Ms. Stewart, Mr. Lucas is expecting you for dinner downstairs. Please step out immediately." The person who was at the door then threatened, "If you don’t step out on your own, we will have to make you do so."
Wendy wore pants and on her were two large pockets. She put the fruit knife into its sheath and placed it in one of them.
Just as the person at the door was about to knock again, Wendy opened the door.
Without uttering a word, Wendy walked out.
Concerned, Zen trailed behind, using crutches. They walked down and arrived at the dining area. Christian was already seated by the table.
There was only one other set of cutlery on the table. Zen was evidently not invited.
Despite that, Zen inhaled deeply before she took an empty seat by the table.
Christian looked over at Wendy, then at Zen. With unexpected generosity, he instructed a maid, "Bring another set of cutlery."
Zen thought that Christian would have chased her away and had not expected that he would ask for a set of cutlery for her.
Soon, there were three sets of cutlery on the table. Christian announced, "Let’s eat.
The food is getting cold."
His tone was calm, as though nothing had ever happened.
...
Since Christian did not bring up the past, Wendy kept mum about it as well.
She was rather hungry. Picking up her cutlery, Wendy was ready to dig in. Even if she were to die, she would want to have food in her belly.
Wendy was not concerned about whether the food was poisoned. If Christian wanted her dead, he had no need to resort to this.
As Wendy looked upon the food portioned to her, someone placed an additional chicken wing on her plate.
The sauce on the chicken wing stained the food on her plate with a dark brown color and made it look similar to dirt.
Wendy paused at the chicken wing before her. She picked it up and tossed it straight into the bin.
Having guessed that Wendy would do so, Christian instructed the maid nearby, "Pick what she tossed out and put it back on her plate."
At this, Wendy’s eyes widened. She looked up at the man before her, who wore a frosty expression.
Meeting her gaze, Christian sneered, "Wendy Stewart, I’ve been too kind to you for you to have forgotten the kind of man that I am..."
Wendy could not recall any instance where Christian had been kind to her at all. His kindness was never something an average person could bear.
"Finish all the food I’ve laid before you!" he commanded harshly.
The maid had now retrieved the chicken wing from the bin.
Looking upon Wendy’s portion that now included the chicken wing, Christian ordered mercilessly, "Eat."
But Wendy did not move. Meeting Wendy’s immovable eyes that were filled with hatred for himself, Christian sneered once more.
Placing his cutlery down, his tone turned even colder than before, "I told you to eat it. Did you not hear me?"
"I did," Wendy tilted her head up to look at the man. She snapped, "but I will not eat that."
Evidently, Wendy’s words provoked Christian. Perhaps, Christian had merely been finding an opportunity to lash out at her.
If not for this chicken wing, it would be something else.
Getting to his feet, Christian made his way towards Wendy. Holding her chin forcefully, Christian made Wendy look him in the eye.
Then, he held up the chicken wing with his other hand and pushed it straight into Wendy’s mouth, "I told you to eat!"
Not expecting Christian to do so, Zen was rooted to the spot. She reached over to stop Christian, loudly announcing, "I’ll eat that. I’ll eat it for Wendy..."
Wendy’s chin hurt, but she did not utter a word. Meanwhile, Zen’s words seemed to have stopped Christian from continuing with what he intended to do.
With his lips curled, Christian turned to look at Zen with mockery that flashed in his eyes and asked, "You’ll eat it?"
Zen could not understand what Christian’s smile meant, but she nodded.
"Do you enjoy the food that I pick so much?" Christian’s tone suddenly turned eerily gentle. Despite the warmth in his voice, it sent shivers down one’s spine.
Trying to read at Christian’s face, Zen swallowed with difficulty. Carefully, she uttered, "Christian, don’t make things difficult for Wendy. Let me eat it on her behalf."
Once she was done, Zen took the chicken wing from Christian’s hand and before their eyes, Zen finished it one bite at a time.
"Zen!" Wendy did not expect Zen to actually finish it. Christian was obviously humiliating them. As Zen ate, tears rolled down her cheeks. When she was done, she showed Christian the bones that were left and announced, "I’ve finished it."
Zen knew that Christian wanted to demean them, but she could not watch him have his way with humiliating Wendy.
...
"You seem to really enjoy it..." Christian laughed.
He reached over to pick up the plate that held more chicken wings and handed it to Zen. Thinking that Christian meant for Zen to finish the entire plate, Zen reached out for the dish.
However, as Zen was about to hold onto the plate, Christian intentionally let go.
The plate shattered on the floor, littering the space near Zen with broken shards of china and chicken wings.
"I wonder, which tastes better, the one that came out of the trash or the ones that fell on the floor?" Christian continued to deride the ladies.
"That’s enough, Christian Lucas!" Wendy could only see red at this point as she looked up in deep abhorrence for Christian.
"Enough?" Christian asked, before continued jeering, "I haven’t had enough though.
What are you going to do about that, Wendy? Have you not come to terms with reality?
"You’re both in my hands, so you’ll have to do whatever I ask of you. Not just the chicken wings that have fallen onto the floor. Even if I threw them into the toilet and I asked you to fish them out and eat them, you would have to follow my orders.
"Didn’t Zen say that she wanted to eat these? You saw it yourself, she ate the chicken wing that was fished out from the rubbish bin with such gusto!"
"Yes, we’ve been captured by you. You can kill us if you want," Wendy said, "But must you debase us like this?"
"Of course, I must!" Christian sneered, "Look how flustered you’ve become! To kill the both of you would be going too easy on you. Instead, I’d like to see you both upset and in pain!"
At this, Christian seemed to have recalled something.
Turning to a maid, he said, "I remember that we have a dog in the garden, don’t we?
Bring it in."
Wendy and Zen exchanged looks, having no clue what Christian was up to next. Yet they knew that he was not about to ask for the dog to be brought in for nothing.
Soon, the dog was brought into the house.
A corner of his lip curled as he gibed, "I suddenly thought of a fun game..."
The blood instantly drained from Wendy’s and Zen’s faces.
Looking at the chicken wings on the floor, Christian counted them. There were seven.
He continued, "There are seven chicken wings left. Zen, don’t you just love to eat chicken wings? Then fight with this dog over the seven chicken wings. If you win, I’ll dispose of the dog. Otherwise...
Christian’s gaze fell on Wendy. His gaze lowered further onto her pregnant belly as he continued, "I might just hurt that baby."
Intuitively, Wendy threw her hands across her belly.
"Christian Lucas, can you get any more perverse?" Wendy did not expect Christian to have even entertained such a thought.
It would take someone extremely depraved to think up such a cruel and disgusting game.
He wanted Zen to fight with a dog over chicken wings. Was a human being capable of coming up with such a game?
"Of course, you will find out more about how twisted I’ve become in future," Christian said. He was not affected by Wendy’s admonishment. On the contrary, his smile grew.
Seeing the chicken wings scattered on the floor, the dog barked, evidently excited to gobble them up. If it were not on a leash, it would have leapt forward already.
Seeing the dog’s enthusiasm, Christian’s distorted smile grew wider. It was as though he was already imagining the intense competition over the chicken wings between Zen and the dog.
"Do we have another choice?" Wendy looked upon Zen and at the dog.
She could not let Zen do such a thing.
