The Dark Prince

Emma knelt down in front of the man, tears welling up in her eyes, "Jason..."

The man sneered, staring straight at the woman on the ground, "Emma Johnson, you are finally willing to plead?"

Emma, with tears, kept pleading: "Please, please help my mother."

Jason Harts smile was extremely eye-catching, lifting her chin with his hand, and mocked, "Didnt you say that you would rather die than ask me?"

Emmas face deformed gradually under Jasons force, her heart ached, but she had no choice but to let it go.

Bitterly closing her eyes, she threw away her last bit of self-respect, "I was wrong, I was really wrong! So please help..."

"If I dont want to save, what then?" He said lightly.

Emmas body stiffened, her face turned pale: "Jason, for the sake of the past..."

Her words were interrupted by Jasons stern voice, "Do you have the qualification to mention those two words?"

Emmas throat moved slightly, "At least, I saved you."

He was stunned, then laughed, "So what?"

"A life for a life."

Jason snorted, with a look of disdain: "Do you think the levels are the same?"

"Jason!" Emmas hands clenched into fists, she didnt know why they had come to this step, but it wasnt only him who was suffering, she was in more pain!

"Angry?"

Staring at Jasons cold face, Emmas hands gradually loosened, "No, I just hope you can save her."

"Hope? Then continue, show more sincerity, maybe I might agree."

Emma was stunned on the spot, how could she not understand the meaning in this mans words, but she couldnt refuse, nor did she have the qualifications to refuse.

Swallowing the retort from her throat, she trembled and slowly bent down, then kowtowed, "Please..."

Perhaps she had long lost her dignity, she began to repeat it over and over, the muffled sound continued.

Her plea made Jasons heart tremble, and his chest was blocked.

"Enough."

Emma thought there was no hope, not only did she not stop, but she kowtowed harder and harder, "Jason, please, I beg you..."

"I said enough!" Jason pulled her up and threw her away.

Emma barely stood firm, her eyes were dim, "Am I out of chances?"

Jason restrained his emotions and gently spat out a sentence, "It can be saved, how about selling yourself to save your mother?"

Emmas pupils shrank, then she smiled bitterly, "Do you really want to do this?"

"Yes, you can also refuse me and leave." Jason laughed, his eyes merciless.

His words completely broke Emmas last defensive wall, she was in a trance thinking, where did the cheerful and sincere boy from that year go?

Is the strange man now still the Jason she loves? Or is he still the sun in her life...

Her heart was torn with pain, but her mouth spit out a response that went against herself: "Okay, I promise you."

"..." Jason heard her answer, and a loneliness that even he had never noticed flashed through the bottom of his eyes.

Emma raised her slender and pale fingers, slowly pulled down her thin shirt to remove her last defense, until she was dressed in nothing.

Jasons throat moved, and his eyes were also faintly darkened.

Emma lowered her head and walked to him with trembling fingers, preparing to unbutton him, but she was grabbed by Jason.

A deep voice sounded in her ear: "You are more shameless than I thought."

Emma held back her tears, took a deep breath, and continued to act, she knew her mother couldnt wait!

"Cheap!" Jason pushed her to the ground.

In his cold pupils, the tears from the corners of her eyes were reflected.

"Grievances? You have to be worth it!" He was merciless to her.

From then on... Emma was imprisoned.