Ravished by Desire

Chapter 19 Madness

“Nam Khing!” Faren shouted, his eyes fixed on me.

Smash! He slammed the glass onto the table, causing it to crack. He threw his cigarette to the ground and stomped on it.

“Why are you calling my name? I already know it!” I said indifferently, reluctantly filling the glass with alcohol.

“Do you think you’ve forgotten what I can do to you?” Faren tightened his grip on my wrist and then let go.

Grab! Faren grabbed my chin, forcing me to look at him.

“Tonight, you’ll suffer more than you did yesterday!” he said, his eyes blazing with anger. The smell of alcohol and smoke filled the air.

“I might not be available tonight,” I said, trying to smile, summoning all my courage.

“What do you mean?” Faren released my chin and glared at me.

“A customer is interested in paying my school fees,” I said, showing him the man’s business card.

Faren immediately looked over at the man’s table.

“Are you seriously thinking of selling yourself?” he said, squeezing the back of my neck. I could hardly breathe, but I forced a smile.

“You were with me for the first time a few days ago, and now you’re opening up to someone else?” he said, looking at my dress and gritting his teeth.

“Do you want to die?” he said, tightening his grip on my neck, his anger evident.

“Thank you for showing me the way,” I said, forcing a smile through the pain.

“If I haven’t gotten tired of you, you won’t open up to anyone else!” he said, pulling my face close to his and whispering in my ear. I tried to smile, hiding the pain.

“The customer will pay my school fees for one night…” I said.

“That’s much more valuable than you.”

I told a big lie because someone like Faren could never accept defeat or humiliation.

Just then, another customer walked over to the table.

“My drink is empty. When will you refill it?” he said, criticizing Faren’s hold on me with dissatisfaction.

Faren immediately turned to the man, ready to fight.

“Please let go of my hand… sir!” I said, emphasizing the customer’s status and digging my nails into Faren’s hand to free my wrist.

As I turned away,

“Don’t go with him! I’ll pay double your school fees,” Faren said from behind me.

Grab! Faren pulled me back against his chest, enraging the other customer, who clenched his fist and swung at Faren.

Smash! The man punched Faren in the face.

Faren turned his face aside from the blow but smiled with satisfaction instead of pain.

He moved me behind him, grabbed the man’s fist, twisted it, kneed him in the stomach, and punched him in the jaw, knocking him to the ground.

“Ugh, boring! I thought you’d be better,” he said, licking his bloody lips.

“Are you performing alone?” The man with glasses rushed over to help his friend up, and they both attacked Faren.

Smash, thud, bam!

Everyone started fighting, tables and chairs were overturned, and food spilled onto the floor.

The remaining few customers quickly left, no one daring to break up the three-way brawl. Faren was strong and took down both men but received a few punches himself.

Faren, in a fit of rage, knocked the other men down.

“Trying to seduce my woman?” Faren said, crushing the man’s hand under his foot.

“Stop, that’s enough! He’s unconscious!” I shouted, pulling Faren away.

“Paying your school fees, huh?” Faren said, glaring at me threateningly.

“I’ll pay!” he said, kicking the man again.

“That’s enough, Faren!” I said, trying to pull him back.

“Unless you want to get hurt, step back!” he said.

But I didn’t move.

“Move!!!!” he shouted.

“Stop, Faren! That’s enough!” I yelled as the situation worsened. The man with glasses took the opportunity to attack Faren with a bottle, aiming for his head. Faren didn’t dodge, instead tripping the man and sending him to the ground.

Smash! The bottle shattered.

The man planning to hit Faren’s head with the bottle had his wrist kicked away.

“Stop, do you want to kill him?” I said, trying to stop him.

“He tried to hit me with a bottle, should I show mercy?” Faren shouted.

Thud! He pushed me, causing me to hit the edge of a table.

“Ah!” I screamed in pain.

Faren grabbed the man and started beating him again.

But I began to feel dizzy, everything became blurry. I felt something wet and sticky on my left temple. When I touched it, I realized it was blood, and it wouldn’t stop.

“Call another ambulance, Nam Khing is hurt!” P’Fang shouted, catching me as I nearly fell.

Faren turned and saw me.

“Damn it!”

Faren immediately pulled me into his chest.

“Nam Khing!” he shouted, and my name was the last thing I heard before everything went black.

**END OF NAM KHING’S SECTION**

**Faren’s Perspective**

When his dark side awakened, he wouldn’t stop until his opponent was down.

“Call another ambulance, Nam Khing is hurt!” the restaurant manager shouted.

“The bleeding won’t stop.”

Faren paused and saw the manager’s bloody shirt and Nam Khing’s pale face.

He pulled the small woman into his chest, shocked.

“Nam Khing!” he shouted, stopping the fight because he had hurt her, and he hadn’t wanted to.

**Faren’s Residence**

In bed

Nam Khing had only injured her head, and the doctor allowed her to return home. However, her fainting was due to exhaustion, lack of nutrition, and overwork.

“Stupid girl!”

“Ridiculous pride!”

“Didn’t I tell you to come to me if you needed money?” Faren said, stroking her face. His eyes were on the woman lying next to him, his thoughts uncertain.

But one thing was certain; Faren had never brought a woman to his bed without touching her.