When her father's debt of vengeance is settled with his daughter's "body," Irene a once-haughty heiress is reduced to a mere commodity in the hands of her enemies.
Yet, the one who comes to claim her isn't some bloodthirsty, aging mafia boss. It is Singha, a stoic, cold-blooded female executioner harboring a massive "secret."
"Such a sharp tongue... It seems you haven't quite grasped your new reality."
"Let me go! You bas— Ah!"
"There is no room for wild, untamed brats in my domain!"
A savage, ruthless punishment. An overwhelming wave of pleasure that catches her completely off guard. Hatred slowly twists into a shameless, desperate yearning.
When her body becomes addicted to the hunter’s touch... she will never be able to escape this cage again.
The metallic clink of handcuffs echoed through the darkness, harmonizing with the muffled sobs of a beautiful rose about to be crushed. Singha stared down at the trembling figure before her with dead, empty eyes—before slowly unleashing her deadly "weapon" into plain sight.
"You... how do you have that?! It's too big, it won't fit!"
"Good. Let it hurt... so it burns into your brain exactly who you belong to now!"
The brutal, merciless thrust—buried to the hilt in a single strike—marked the beginning of an inescapable cage, a debt this new slave would have to pay in full.
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