Mr. Darcy strode in from outside, his face so gloomy it could drip with water. He had not expected that just after bringing this woman back, he would hear her plotting to leave again.
Jane Eyre was so intimidated by his aura that she dared not speak and stood there silently.
Upon seeing him, Elizabeths fear welled up inside her, causing her to cower backward involuntarily.
But this small movement made Mr. Darcys aura suddenly become fierce.
"You may leave first," Mr. Darcy said, not even sparing Jane Eyre a glance.
And the latter, despite her reluctance, did not dare to defy.
After Jane Eyre left, Mr. Darcy spoke to Elizabeth: "Are you afraid of me?"
Elizabeth did not speak, her eyes fixed on him, filled with nothing but fear and hatred.
"Humph!" Mr. Darcy sneered, easily tearing her clothes apart, and his white teeth fiercely bit down on her shoulder.
Elizabeth shuddered in pain, desperately pushing against his chest: "What are you doing, let go of me!"
Soon, droplets of blood seeped out, and Mr. Darcy released his bite. With his slender fingers, he wiped away the blood from the corner of his lips, an extremely evil charm.
Elizabeth hastily clutched her clothes, her toes curling slightly due to unease, and her fingertips were ice-cold.
Mr. Darcy knelt on one knee on the bed, towering over her and said: "Stop doing futile things, understand?"
Seeing the womans silent appearance, his sharp eyes narrowed slightly, and after a while, he said to the outside: "Prepare something."
"Mr. Darcy, what are you going to do?" Listening to the footsteps fading away outside, Elizabeth was shocked.
Every time she ran away in the past, Mr. Darcy would bring her back and torture her, so what awaited her this time?
A meaningful smile appeared on the handsome mans face: "To hang a sign for you."
Just as Elizabeth looked suspicious, the butler walked in from the outside.
Seeing what was in his hand, Elizabeths pupils shrank, and then she screamed in horror: "Mr. Darcy, youre crazy!"
The red-hot iron block, with characters hidden on it, Elizabeth finally understood the meaning of hanging a sign.
She quickly crawled to the corner of the bed, trembling: "I will never run again, please, dont do this."
The womans rare show of weakness made the mans eyebrows rise slightly, then he raised his hand and said coldly: "Grab her!"
Elizabeth was no match for the well-trained servants of the Darcy family, and soon she was pressed on the bed with her limbs restrained.
"Mr. Darcy, I beg you, dont, I really wont run again, I beg you!"
The hair on her legs, feeling the approaching heat, emitted a slight, almost inaudible burnt smell.
"Ah——!"
The servants who held Elizabeth turned their heads away, unable to bear to see the womans miserable appearance.
They knew that this young lady was forcibly imprisoned here by their young master, and it was natural for her to want to leave.
However, when it came to someone like the Darcy familys young master, there was no reason to speak of.
"Elizabeth Bennet, this is the price," Mr. Darcy said, looking at the bloody and fleshy place with satisfaction.
The womans forehead was wet with sweat, and her rosy lips were bloodless. She opened her mouth but couldnt say anything.
The servants released her and silently left the room.
Mr. Darcy gently stroked her hair and said softly: "Sleep, when you wake up, you can see the person you think about all the time."
Elizabeth was stunned, and her eyes were instantly filled with blood-red blood vessels.
"Mr. Darcy, you shall not touch him!"