Chapter 6: Forcing Her to Stript
A sharp pain shot through her, and she lost her balance. With a heavy thud, she collapsed to the floor in a pitiful heap.
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Galvin stepped forward and pressed his foot down on her, looking at her coldly before curling his lips into a slight smirk. "What were you about to say? You're not what? If I say you're a hooker, then you are a hooker."
The people present exchanged glances, shocked by Galvin’s sudden outburst. It seemed this "hooker" had offended him. At that moment, no one dared to speak up.
Galvin crouched down, gripping Ellie's chin as he spoke icily, "Ellie, since you're the most beautiful hooker in this club, shouldn't you be entertaining us?"
"Galvin, you’re insane!" Ellie struggled to get up, but Galvin pressed her down with his foot again.
"I'm insane? Hahaha." Galvin’s expression darkened instantly before he delivered a resounding slap across her face. "I'll show you what insanity really looks like."
He grabbed a fistful of her hair, yanking her head back. His cold, piercing gaze bore into hers.
"Tell me, do the hookers in this club offer any special services? Let me broaden my horizons."
Hearing Galvin’s words, the scrawny man from earlier immediately spoke up. In truth, these "hookers" were merely hostesses—serving drinks, singing, sometimes just providing company.
But the scrawny man quickly realized that Galvin was deliberately humiliating the woman with him, so he played along. "The most special service a hooker can offer is, of course, a strip dance."
As soon as he finished speaking, his eyes greedily roamed over Ellie’s body. He didn’t dare to touch the woman Galvin had brought, but if he could feast his eyes on her naked form, that would be satisfaction enough.
"Oh, really?" Galvin looked at Ellie, a cruel smile forming on his lips. "Then why don't you give us a strip dance?"
"Galvin withdrew his foot from Ellie’s body, then looked down at her with an expressionless face. 'Get up and dance.'"
Lying on the ground, Ellie stared at Galvin, her eyes suddenly welling with tears. Her heart ached as if it had been cut by a knife, and before she knew it, tears streamed down her face.
Galvin didn’t understand why, upon seeing Ellie like this, he felt no satisfaction at all. On the contrary, a heavy weight settled in his chest, making it hard to breathe.
The people around them, hearing Galvin’s words, began to mock Ellie. But when she remained motionless, some approached her and said, 'Mr. Wyndham told you to strip and dance. Didn’t you hear him?'
Someone reached out to pull Ellie up, but she refused to budge, curling up with all her strength.
"Fuck this," someone shouted. "You think you can offend Mr. Wyndham and still live in peace? Mr. Wyndham, please, allow me to handle her."
With that, a tall, burly man swiftly grabbed Ellie and pulled her to her feet.
A group of people surrounded her, their hands tearing at her clothes. "Didn’t you hear Mr. Wyndham tell you to strip and dance?"
Ellie tried desperately to shield herself, but how could she, a lone woman, fight against a crowd of towering men? In no time, her flimsy dress was ripped apart, exposing her fair skin to the cold air.
She couldn’t take it anymore. With tears streaming down her face, she sobbed and pleaded, "Galvin, I was wrong, please spare me… I beg you, please spare me!"
But the men around her seemed not to hear—or perhaps, hearing her desperate pleas only excited them further.
None of them stopped. Ellie, weak and trembling, continued to beg.
"Galvin, I’m begging you, don’t… don’t… ahhh…"
"Please, I really was wrong."
"I won’t dare again…"
Galvin watched everything unfold before him, irritation boiling in his chest. He stared at the men tormenting Ellie, his hands unconsciously clenching into fists.
Inside him, a voice roared: "She’s mine! No one touches her! No one has the right to touch her!"
He felt his sanity slipping away. Striding forward, he delivered a powerful kick to the man tearing at Ellie’s clothes, sending him sprawling to the floor.
The room fell into stunned silence. No one could understand why Galvin had reacted this way. The atmosphere grew eerily still, broken only by Ellie’s faint, despairing sobs.
"Get out! All of you, get the hell out!"
Galvin’s furious roar sent a shudder through everyone in the room. No one dared to defy Mr. Wyndham. An awkward, suffocating tension settled over the space.
"The group of people who had just been laughing with vile enthusiasm now trembled with fear at Galvin’s words, hastily leaving the room one after another.
The vast room was now left with only Galvin and Ellie.
Ellie sat curled up on the floor, hugging herself tightly, tears streaming down her face. The humiliation in her heart was unbearable—despair and frustration had consumed her entirely.
Galvin looked at her with a complicated expression. Seeing Ellie’s dress torn to shreds by those people, an inexplicable frustration surged within him. He had never realized before how possessive he was of this woman.
A fleeting thought had crossed his mind when he saw them tormenting Ellie—so ridiculous that even he found it laughable.
That thought was: Only I am allowed to bully her. No one else.
Galvin stood before Ellie, looking down at her with arrogance. His emotions at this moment were too complex to put into words.
Ellie remained curled up, holding herself tightly. Her dress had been torn into pieces, now nothing more than tattered rags. Her exposed skin bore red scratches from their assault, stark against her pale complexion.
Her face looked lifeless, like a broken doll—motionless, devoid of any vitality.
The only sign that she was still alive was the continuous stream of tears falling from her eyes, drop by drop onto the cold floor.
Galvin, who had been furious just moments ago after Ellie had slapped him in front of everyone, now found himself feeling an unfamiliar ache at the sight before him.
He must have gone insane. Otherwise, why would he feel sorrow for someone as weak and disgraceful as her?