"Rahh!" The zombies, dozens of meters away, caught the scent of living prey and surged forward with guttural howls. Their grotesque faces, smeared with blood and torn flesh, painted a picture of pure horror.
Panic surged through Olivia, overtaking every ounce of her composure. Her resolve crumbled, and the thought of being torn apart by these monsters made her whole body tremble.
"No, no, I don't want to die!" she screamed, desperately rushing to the fence. Her trembling hands fumbled as she tried to climb over, but her injured body betrayed her. Despite multiple attempts, she slipped and fell each time, her cries echoing in the empty park.
Through the metal bars of the fence, Ryan's cold, unyielding gaze met hers. He stood motionless, his expression devoid of sympathy. To him, she might as well have been a corpse.
She was beautiful—stunning, even—with her fair skin and elegant features. Even in her disheveled state, her striking beauty stood out. But in the apocalypse, beauty was worthless.
Ryan had no use for a weak, crying, incompetent woman who couldn't adapt. If she couldn't grasp the gravity of her situation, she was better off dead. He had no qualms about leaving her to her fate.
"Open the gate! I'll do it! I agree to your terms—please! Save me!" Olivia's screams turned into desperate sobs. "I'll be your woman, whatever you want—just save me! I don't want to die!"
Her cries grew more frantic as the zombies closed in, now just twenty meters away.
Ryan didn't move. His expression remained impassive, watching as the undead crept closer. Only when the zombies were within five meters of Olivia did he act.
With swift precision, Ryan vaulted the fence, his battle axe already slicing through the air. In mere moments, the cluster of zombies lay in pieces around him, black blood pooling on the ground.
Grabbing Olivia by her collar, Ryan hauled her over the fence and unceremoniously dropped her to the ground.
He crouched in front of her trembling form, his hand gripping her chin firmly. His cold eyes bore into hers as he spoke.
"Remember what you just said," he warned, his voice icy and sharp. "This is your only warning. If you pull something like that again, I'll leave you out there with them."
Ryan patted Olivia's face lightly, his smirk cold and condescending. "There are plenty of beautiful women in the apocalypse. If I wanted, I could find a dozen prettier than you without much effort. Women are worthless in times like these."
"Y-Yes..." Olivia stammered, shivering under his icy gaze. Fear gripped her heart, and she didn't dare to look him in the eye.
Ryan's smile widened, but it carried no warmth. "One more thing. Remember this—you belong to me now. When you speak to me, address me with respect. Better yet, kneel next time, so I don't have to remind you."
His fingers pinched her cheeks, tilting her face up as though she were a doll he was toying with.
Olivia froze, her mind racing. The blatant insult and demeaning treatment left her humiliated, but the fear of Ryan's strength overshadowed her resentment. His casual dominance over the zombies moments ago had left her deeply shaken. In her eyes, he was more terrifying than the monsters themselves.
She had no choice but to accept her position—for now.
"Master… Master..." Olivia's voice trembled as she slowly sank to her knees, her tone faltering with forced obedience. She was unaccustomed to groveling, and her movements were awkward, her posture stiff.
Ryan watched her with satisfaction, his smirk deepening. His power over her was absolute, and Olivia knew it.
In the back of her mind, Olivia couldn't help but think of his earlier words. Women and money—the two things most meaningless in the apocalypse. If Ryan wanted, he could replace her in an instant. There would always be others: women more beautiful, more obedient, more eager to please.
Her fear grew with each passing moment. Would he tire of her? Would she become just another item to be traded, discarded without a second thought? The mere possibility made her shiver.
Olivia understood all too well now—Ryan wasn't someone she could defy.
Olivia was a smart woman; she had to be to climb to the top of the entertainment industry on her own merit. Her intelligence helped her quickly analyze her precarious situation. If she wanted to survive—and more importantly, to secure her position—she needed to ensure that Ryan wouldn't abandon her. Pleasing him, both in action and demeanor, seemed like the only viable strategy.
Ryan, on the other hand, was oblivious to the whirlwind of calculations running through Olivia's mind. He simply saw the results—a once-proud woman kneeling before him, her demeanor transformed into one of subservience. Her sudden obedience pleased him, and he felt a sense of satisfaction at having such a beautiful woman at his feet.
However, if Ryan had known about her internal scheming, he might have found it amusing. The idea of trading Olivia or any of "his women" was laughable. Ryan's possessiveness was absolute. Once someone was his, they were his alone.
Not only that, Ryan already had plans for the future. After ensuring his sister's safety, he intended to establish his own faction, a domain where he would be the sole man in charge. But those ambitions were for another day.
"Master... Master, do you want it? It's my first time~" Olivia knelt on the ground, rubbing her head on Ryan's thigh, and said shyly, her face even rubbing against his lower body. It was her first time to be so close to a man, and she was extremely nervous.
Ryan was still a little surprised. He didn't know why this woman became so obedient so quickly. But this was also good. It saved him from wasting time.
Although he really wanted to kill this woman right there, let her taste his big cock, fuck her until she begged for mercy, and comfort his eager little brother, but now is not the time and the position is not right.
"No need," Ryan said curtly, motioning for her to stand.
Olivia's face fell, her confidence shaken. Had she done something wrong? Was he angry? Her mind spiraled into panic as she stood trembling, unsure of what to do next.
Ryan glanced at her, noting her fear. For now, her obedience was enough. There were more pressing matters to attend to than entertaining her misguided attempts to secure his favor.
"Alright, I have to head to the airport to save my sister. I don't have time for this right now," Ryan said, easily seeing through Olivia's hesitation and quickly dispelling her doubts.
Hearing this, Olivia felt a wave of relief wash over her. The tension in her chest eased, and she silently let out a breath she didn't realize she'd been holding. Gratitude flickered in her mind—at least Ryan didn't plan to abandon her.
"Just remember to be obedient from now on. Stay close, keep quiet, and carry this for me." Ryan handed her his mountaineering bag without hesitation. Now that he had someone to lighten the load, there was no reason for him to carry it himself.
"Yes, Master," Olivia replied quickly, her nerves calming further. She realized Ryan wasn't as unreasonable as she'd feared.
As long as she followed his orders, she'd be fine. Without complaint, she slung the heavy bag over her shoulders and prepared to follow him obediently.
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