My father sold me to the Mafia King

He looked at me with an absolute, shocking astonishment for which his eyes widened with rigidity, and swallowed his saliva with extreme difficulty with pale features emptied of blood, saying in a sharp tone: ”Not everyone is fortunate with a family like you, you harsh woman.”

I twisted my lips with bitterness and burning mockery to conceal the sting of my conscience, and said with blind agitation: ”I am fortunate with my brother, yes, and you likewise are fortunate because you possess a faithful friend like my brother... you depraved, fallen pervert and molester!”

He jolted up from the bed with a terrifying momentum like a wounded lion, and approached with his towering height and massive build toward me with a convulsed face and prominent veins in his neck, saying with a vexation that filled his hollow: ”And what the hell did I do to you by all curses for you to label me with this disgusting description?!”

I shouted in his face with a faltering, shaking, and lost voice from the intensity of embarrassment, malice, and anger: ”You should not have dared and entered the bathroom upon me! You should have left me unconscious on the floor; in the end, I would have woken up on my own without your base hand touching me!”

He waved his massive hand in the air with intense disgust and disdain, grinding from between his teeth until they almost shattered, saying with a biting mockery: ”You make all this loud drama and madness just because I saved your life and saw you naked?”