Chapter 19 Give Thea Your Kidney

A wave of premonition washed over Elaine. Fear filled her eyes as her voice quivered. "What do you mean?" Skylar seemed pleased by her reaction. It turned out that even a stoic woman like her was capable of feeling scared. He closed in on her and stared right into her eyes. "I heard there have been successful cases of uterus transplants overseas. Since it's your fault that Thea can't give birth anymore, why don't you give her your uterus? As compensation, of course." Elaine clenched her fists. Just as Skylar thought she was about to beg, she asked, "Do you mean it?" He thought she was terrified. "Do you think I'm in the mood to joke with you now?" he said with a low chuckle. She met his gaze. "I've never hurt Thea, but I don't mind giving her my uterus—under one condition. Let me, my brother, and my grandmother leave first." Skylar looked like someone had just punched the living daylights out of him. There was no way he'd ask Elaine to donate her uterus. The success rate of a uterus transplant was nowhere close to 1%. Besides, with Thea's current health, the pain and risks of the surgery were too much for her to take. He wouldn't put her life at stake. "Elaine, at this point, what makes you think you have the right to negotiate with me?" he questioned, his voice dripping with disdain. "If I want you to donate something, you're going to do it—even if it's your kidney, heart, or lung. Your uterus means nothing. Do you think you can resist?" Elaine's heart went numb with anguish. The way he talked about donating her organs was so nonchalant as if they were simply discussing the weather. Her eyes stung. "Even if you can force the doctor into performing surgery on me, as long as I'm reluctant, there will be a way for me to sabotage the surgery. I won't relent—even if it means death. You know how much Thea wants a child, Skylar. Fine, you can keep me for as long as you like, but please let my brother and my grandma go. I'll even sign the consent form right now." Anger flared in Skylar's eyes. He couldn't believe what he'd just heard. But as much as he was baffled, he knew she wasn't lying. Thea wanted a child, sure. But wouldn't Elaine want one too? Back then, hadn't she desperately tried to get pregnant with his child? If she donated her uterus, she would never be able to give birth again. Yet, she had agreed to his terms so easily. When Skylar realized Elaine was so transfixed on leaving him that she didn't even want to bear his child anymore, he was furious. He grabbed her by the arm and dragged her outside. "With a filthy body like yours, you're not fit to donate your uterus to Thea," he said coldly. "But I have a great idea. You should experience what she went through back then. That way, even without removing your uterus, you'd still lose your fertility." Before Elaine could comprehend his words, he dragged her to the elevator. He yanked her to the parking lot and barked orders at the driver to head to Crimson Bar. He glanced at Elaine. "You hired several men to hurt Thea in the past, didn't you? Seems like you're very experienced. I bet you're definitely down for some fun. So, why not relive her experience? I heard that if you're so physically drained out or you've gone through too many miscarriages, you'll naturally become infertile." Panic gripped Elaine, and bile was rising in her throat. But at the same time, she knew how much he loved seeing her beg. If she caved, he would think he was spot on with his torturing tactics, and he'd become worse. Suppressing her nausea, she feigned nonchalance and replied, "I still stand my ground. Release my brother and my grandma, and I'll do whatever you want. But let me remind you—since you're following through with your plans, you won't lay a finger on me from now on, right? You probably hate used items." Seeing how unbothered she was, Skylar was seething. His fingers found their way around her throat, and he slammed her down in the seat. His sudden movement sent her head banging against the corner between the car seat and the door. Meanwhile, the driver's eyes never left the road. As he drove, he fumbled for the button to raise the partition screen between the front and back seats. Soon, Skylar and Elaine were alone in a confined space. He pressed himself against her, his eyes bloodshot as he snarled, "Elaine, you're such a shameless slut! What's the matter? Look at you, getting so eager the moment you know you're getting an orgy!" Her shoulders were held down in his tight grip, and she couldn't move her legs either. She began trembling uncontrollably, but she still struggled to maintain her composure. "Am I the eager one, or are you?" she shot back. "Knowing you can't have me after I'm fucked by other men, you want to have me to yourself one last time? But Crimson Bar is only frequented by the upper crust, you know. If you leave any traces on my body, do you think I'd still be worth it?" Skylar's eyes burned with fury. He gripped her chin and growled, "Elaine, I dare you to say that again!" A jolt of pain shot through her, but she refused to beg him again. "Or is it because you simply don't have the heart to part with me? That explains why you're deliberately leaving marks on my body. It's so you'd have an excuse not to sell me off." She was goading him on, trying to make him discard the idea of making a move on her. But he seemed to see right through her. Or should she say that he'd gone completely mad? Before Elaine could finish her sentence, he lunged at her and tore her clothes apart. They might be in a private space, but they were still in a car. Mortified, she tried to fight back, but a sharp pain in her neck stilled her. Skylar had bitten her so hard, it felt as though he'd nearly torn a chunk out of her neck. She hadn't even come back to her senses when his thrusts sent her head banging into the car door again. Feeling as if she had lost control, she instinctively grabbed his arm, which only elicited a sneer from him. "Are you sure those men can satisfy a slut like you?" His phone suddenly rang. It was Thea. Still high on desire, Skylar didn't even check who was calling. He declined the call and tossed his phone aside. The car had already come to a stop at Crimson Bar's underground parking lot. The driver knew better than to stay in the car, so he waited outside for at least an hour before Skylar finally emerged from the vehicle. While taking his sweet time adjusting his clothes, he scrutinized Elaine, not forgetting to throw a jab even after having his way with her earlier. "You're literally like a log in bed. No one else except me would want you." Elaine didn't have the strength to lift herself. Her face was pale, though patches of red burned on her cheeks. A sheen of sweat glistened on her forehead under the car lights. Skylar glanced at her again. If it weren't for the punishment she was about to face, he would've been more than eager to fuck her all over again. Seeing her like this, it was no wonder she was such a master seductress. Noticing that her clothes were now so wrinkled they were practically unwearable, he tossed her a bag. Inside was a revealing, low-cut dress with a high slit up the leg. "Get changed. You should always dress for the occasion. I'm sure you know that, right?"