The "Honest" Beta Deceived Day and Night by a Twisted Obsessive - Chapter 8

Whoever catches him gets to keep him. 

What?

Duan Huaijing’s hands clenched into fists. Around him, people were jumping about and whistling; some cast predatory glances over him, while others stroked their chins, leering. “I wonder what the figure of Xie-ge’s fiancé is actually like under those clothes,” one remarked.

Because Duan Huaijing was a Beta and couldn’t easily fall pregnant, they saw him as someone they could use however they pleased without consequence. Added to the fact that he was Xie Ming’s fiancé, the sheer taboo of the situation sent a surge of adrenaline through these low-life Alphas.

Their predatory instincts took over, and their pheromones grew thick and heavy. In the corners of the booth, several Omegas had already been triggered into heat.

Couples and even groups of three began to engage right there on the spot. The poor Omegas craved pheromonal comfort, but their bodies were being manipulated into various positions as the men toyed with them like common objects.

Duan Huaijing felt a wave of nausea.

Xie Ming kicked away an Omega who had crawled toward his feet in a heat-induced haze. He kept his eyes fixed on Duan Huaijing, leisurely enjoying the look of horror on the Beta’s face.

“Hurry up. Once you walk out of this door today, you won’t get another chance this good.”

Duan Huaijing closed his eyes, fighting back the urge to strike out. There were too many of them, and this was their turf; if he started a fight, he wouldn’t stand a chance.

A scrawny, rat-faced man leaned in toward Xie Ming with a vile suggestion. “Just taking off his clothes is a bit dull, isn’t it? Why don’t we have the young ‘Madam’ please himself in front of everyone instead?”

A cold shiver of disgust ran down Duan Huaijing’s spine.

Xie Ming kicked the man’s leg hard. The man winced in pain but didn’t dare complain, forcing a sycophantic smile instead.

Xie Ming jerked his head toward the back of the room. “Go stand in the corner,” he ordered.

Having dealt with the man, Xie Ming turned his attention back to Duan Huaijing. He raised an eyebrow, poured himself a glass of wine, and took a slow sip, watching Duan Huaijing like he was a performer in a circus. “I’ll give you thirty seconds. If you don’t start stripping, we’ll go with what that guy just suggested.”

The air was thick with a cacophony of scents, and the atmosphere in the room made Duan Huaijing’s stomach churn. His face turned deathly pale. His fingers trembled as he fumbled slowly with his buttons.

Xie Ming watched him with an air of smug satisfaction.

Duan Huaijing suppressed his emotions. He couldn’t cry; Xie Ming wanted nothing more than to see him break and weep in humiliation.

I won’t cry. What is there to cry about?

Once I’ve made enough money and I’m no longer under their thumb, I’ll make Xie Ming be the one kneeling and crying at my feet.

He undid the first button. His pale, porcelain-like fingertips moved to the next.

Xie Ming, die, die, die, die, die, die, die, die, die! Why aren’t you dead yet?! Everyone who messes with me deserves a miserable end!!

“Xie-ge, someone’s forcing their way in!” A man burst into the room, reporting the news the moment the door swung open.

A rush of fresh air swept in, and to Duan Huaijing, it was like finding a spring of water while dying of thirst in a desert.

He looked up, knowing this was his only chance. Without a moment’s hesitation, he used every ounce of strength to sprint toward the open door.

The man who had brought the report was still dazed; he had no idea what had been happening in the room and only felt a gust of wind brush past him.

Xie Ming stood up in a rage. “He’s getting away! What are you lot just standing there for?!”

The others, still immersed in their depravity, snapped their heads up.

Xie Ming’s eyes were wide with fury. “Chase him!” he screamed.

Fearing Xie Ming’s temper more than anything, they scrambled to throw their clothes back on as fast as they could.

Xie Ming’s teeth ground together in frustration. “Whoever catches him first, he’s yours!”

Duan Huaijing didn’t dare look back. He ran with everything he had, desperate to put distance between himself and the booth before they could react.

Halfway down the hall, he ran into Fang Qing.

Seeing him running so frantically, Fang Qing guessed something was wrong. He quickly shoved the phone back into Duan Huaijing’s hand and spoke rapidly: “Our time was up and I didn’t know where you were, so I sent your location to someone in your WeChat list named ‘Big Brother’ (Dajie).”

Fang Qing had considered calling the police, but he was afraid he was overreacting and worried Xie Ming would hold a grudge. In the end, he’d compromised by messaging the contact that seemed the most reliable.

Duan Huaijing nodded. “I’ll explain later. Run in different directions!”

Fang Qing didn’t ask questions. They split up, each running toward opposite ends of the corridor.

Duan Huaijing had been working non-stop for days, and just as he’d finally tried to relax, he’d been met with this nightmare. Nausea rose in his throat, and his breathing became ragged.

He ran for what felt like an eternity until his strength began to fail him.

The lights and shadows before him blurred, and the edges of the wall decorations seemed to dissolve into a haze.

He was running out of energy.

Several male voices echoed nearby. “He’s over there!”

I’ve been spotted.

The double vision worsened. Duan Huaijing pinched himself to stay conscious. He took a deep breath, held it, and used the very last of his strength to surge forward.

But he was still too slow. His legs felt like lead. The footsteps behind him grew louder and louder, sounding as if someone could reach out and grab him at any second.

The moment before he lost consciousness, he saw a hand with well-defined joints appear on the wall beside him. He followed the hand upward to see a tall figure in a long coat stepping out from the side.

Was I caught after all?

His consciousness began to fade. Just as he was about to collapse, he saw a blurred figure rushing toward him, looking as frantic as someone trying to catch a priceless treasure before it shattered.

Away from the sickening, cruel malice of those people, he was pulled into a firm, warm embrace that smelled of crisp, steady cedarwood.

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