Island Survival: The Rich Girl Beg at My Feet Chapter 07

Island Survival: The Rich Girl Beg at My Feet Chapter 07

The camp fell back into deathly silence, with only the thick smell of blood and the crackling of the bonfire mingling together. 

Looking at the ground littered with torn–apart savage corpses, Aurora–who had been counting on these uncivilized beasts to rip me apart–was now completely stunned. 

She collapsed, trembling into the mud, the venom and arrogance in her beautiful eyes completely crushed by endless despair and terror. 

She had witnessed with her own eyes how I, like a god of death, effortlessly slaughtered all these strong savages who had violated her for three days and nights. 

The enormous gap in power finally made her understand just what kind of terrifying strength I possessed on this island. 

“Michael… Michael, I was wrong…” 

Aurora broke down crying. She didn’t even care about the rough vine still tied around her neck, ignoring the swollen, torn vagina and the excruciating pain of blood flowing from it, crawling toward me on all fours through the mud mixed with blood and entrails, 

Her once untouchable socialite face was now utterly humbled. Even though she was covered in filth and semen, she desperately groveled before me. 

“Please forgive me! I was so scared, I was really so scared… As long as you let me stay by your side, you can do whatever you want to me! I’ll be your bitch, I’ll have your children! Please, please let me have your children…” 

Looking at her disgusting, degraded state, I didn’t even feel like mocking her. My eyes held only coldness. 

Just as Aurora was crying and crawling past the ” corpse” of the most imposing savage leader, trying to reach out and grab my blood–covered boots, something unexpected happened! 

The savage leader with the huge gash I’d carved across his chest wasn’t completely dead! 

His previously glazed, murky eyes suddenly shot wide open. A beast–like death rattle erupted from his throat as he suddenly sat up, gripping his heavy stone axe tightly and viciously swinging it down at Aurora, who was right next to him! 

A bone–chilling crack echoed through the night sky. 

Aurora’s scream had just left her throat when it stopped abruptly. 

That crude, heavy stone axe crashed down from the top of Aurora’s head, splitting her once–beautiful skull open like a watermelon. 

Red and white brain matter mixed with blood instantly sprayed out, splattering across the savage leader’s twisted face. 

Her filth–covered body convulsed violently twice, then fell into the pool of blood, becoming a corpse that would never rest in peace. 

Faced with this sudden turn of events, I showed no fear. 

The instant the savage leader pulled out his stone axe and prepared to lunge at me, I drew the military knife strapped to my calf. 

My muscles exploded with power. Like a leopard, I closed in on him, the sharp military knife carrying deadly force, unhesitatingly thrusting upward from below, piercing straight through the savage leader’s jaw, the cold blade bursting out from the top of his head! 

The savage leader’s body jerked rigid, blood gushing wildly along the knife’s groove, I coldly pulled out the knife and kicked the corpse to the ground. 

The crisis was completely over. The dust had settled. 

I ignored the pile of rotting flesh on the ground and turned to walk over to Nora and Elizabeth, whose legs had long gone weak with fear. 

I picked up the black military satellite phone from the mud, wiped the blood off the screen, and skillfully dialed the international emergency channel number. 

Over the next three days, I thoroughly enjoyed the final frenzy these surviving women offered up to please me on the island. 

Three days later, a huge rescue helicopter finally circled above the deserted island, taking us back to the civilized world. 

After returning to the mainland, everything took the most insane turn. 

That apocalyptic island experience, far from waking Nora and Elizabeth from this nightmare, instead made them completely devoted followers of my absolute power and dominance. 

These two once high–and–mighty elite socialites, to fulfill their island promises and compete for the position of my official girlfriend, began frantically competing with each other, pouring their families‘ top–tier capital into my hands without reservation. 

Elizabeth forced her family to spare no expense, paving all commercial roads for me, Within just a few months, I transformed from a lowly bodyguard into the absolute leader of a multinational corporation worth tens of billions of dollars, sitting at the pinnacle of power, coldly controlling life and death in the West Coast capital markets. 

Nora wasn’t to be outdone. Through threats and persuasion with her mafia boss father, she forcibly transferred her family’s underground forces and gang territories to me. 

Now, I hold enormous wealth while controlling half the underground mafia on the American West Coast, becoming the dark emperor of the underworld and authorities–someone no one dares to look directly at. 

A year later, the cry of babies echoed through my heavily guarded luxury estate in the heart of the bustling city. 

Within the same week, Nora and Elizabeth, in their ongoing rivalry, each gave birth to healthy children for me. 

They spent their entire lives consolidating their positions as “mistresses” of both me and this vast commercial–criminal empire, remaining utterly devoted and obedient to me. 

As for that experience years ago of being mocked as lower class” in a private jet cabin, it had long been completely swallowed up and forgotten, along with Aurora’s headless bones rotting on that deserted island. 

And my absolute dominion was only just beginning its most glorious chapter on this continent. 

THE END