The WealthTap System: Rising from Rags to Riches



"Cath… I am not the one who kidnapped you. The one who kidnapped you… are dead." Chris kissed her forehead and seperated from the tight hug as he muttered.

"Then… you are the one who saved me? Where am I? Why is… my body hurting? Why… is…" Cathy's voice trailed off as she suddenly closed her eyes, some panicked rushing voices filled her ears, however she didn't care. 

She closed her eyes shut, feeling a familiar face sitting in front of her.

He… he had lustrous greenish hairs and glistening lime eyes as he smiled at her.

"I am really glad you decided to agree to my humble offer. What would you like to eat?" Caster asked politely.

"I don't mind anything, but maybe a rice dish?" Cathy's mouth opened on her own as she spoke, looking at the handsome man with a smile.

"Of course. Spicy or sweet?" Caster smiled, "Let me guess, spicy."

"Hehe, nope~ sweet." Cathy's mouth opened again as she giggled sweetly.

Where am I? Who is this guy? Why am I eating with him?

Cathy's mind blurred as she tried to make sense out of the current situation. Is this a dream? 

However before she can ponder over the ongoing scene, the scene suddenly blurred past her again. 

...

"Catherine, would you like me to drop you home?"

"Ah, no. It's fine, I will ask Alex to pick me up." Cathy smiled.

"Alex? I thought your brother's name was Christopher."

"Alex is my chauffeur hahahaha, well, I had a good time today. Thank you, I hope Cassie can fit into the school too."

"No need to take trouble though, I will be going over to the side and your home will be just in the way, so I can drop you on the way." Caster smiled, "Maybe we can talk more too, haha." he winked playfully.

"How do you know where I live?" 

"You mentioned it yourself haha," Caster laughed and offered his hands, "So? Is that a yes?"

"Pfft, I guess so."

Cathy kept watching the dream as it took a sweet turn, even she who was just watching felt a bit giddy and impressed.

*Thak*

Cathy closed the door and it locked automatically as she turned her head towards the other side, expecting Caster to come in too.

However Caster opened the front gate, sitting next to the driver with a cold… nearly indifferent look on his face. Completely different from his looks a moment ago.

"Caster… you are not sitting with me?" Cathy asked in a weird voice as she sensed the tension in the air. She felt like she was suffocating and as if on impulse, she quickly tried to open the door.

She knew it may come off as rude or whatever, but she didn't care. There was something offsetting in the car, something weird that oppressed her.

However, no matter how much she tried to pull the door handle, it won't open. She tried to manually unlock the door too, but that didn't help either.

But, before she can even try to use the other door, it opened on its own.

A man suddenly rushed into the car, grabbing Cathy's panicking body as he roughly pressed a hankey on her mouth and roughly pressed her down.

Poor Cathy had no resistance as she tried to ask for help, she screamed, resisted, pushed, and tried everything she could think of but nothing worked.

Her eyes rolled back in her head, her vision going black as she suddenly passed out.

A sense of deja vu spread in her, a strange fear filling her mind as the darkness in her vision blurred too. Her mind in a haze as she experienced the first betrayal of her life.

The man who she thought was gentle, kind and gentleman turned out to be the opposite of them all… a cold, merciless bastard. 

She should have never placed the trust in him… she shouldn't have ignored her brother's suggestion to deny the lunch… stupid… she was stupid and hopeful.

"Oh you sure caught a pretty one, Caster."

A dull voice filled Cathy's ears as her hazy mind struggled to keep up with the nightmare.

"Yeah I did. And she is mine till we sell her, heh." another familiar hateful voice echoed as it moved towards hazy Cathy.

Cathy quickly pretended to be asleep, still knocked out as Caster knelt on the floor and caught Cathy's chin with his rough hands.

"I will make sure to thoroughly enjoy you till you are sol-"

"Enjoy her? Heh, don't you know masters hate used goods?" 

"Heh. There are many other ways to enjoy a woman."

Hearing their dirty and malicious thoughts, Cathy felt like puking. But there she lay, on the floor. Caster was stroking her chin with a grin as he looked at her… but she couldn't do anything… anything but lay there helplessly. Hoping for the best… 

'Save me…' her inner voice cried but no tears came out, her body flat and lifeless like a broken doll.

"Caster, master has called for you." but, suddenly god heard her plea, a man busted the door, walking in and glaring at Caster who was having fun in playing with a lifeless doll in his arms.

"Why?" Caster asked annoyed, while looking at Cathy's beautiful sleeping face.

"You made a fucking rookie mistake, you dumbass. If you don't want to die, get out. Right now."

"Rookie mistake?"

"You didn't get rid of her phone…"

… 

Cathy kept laying on the cold floor, shivering in chilly weather as her bounded hands and feets caused her pain.

There were some more females around, in a similar or worse state than her, all of them laying silent as a corpse and trying there best to avoid the attention.

However, every once in a while, a goon would come, dragging a woman along with him to a next room which would soon house many tears and screams.

But, for some reason, none came to touch Cathy. Her beautiful looks should have had many of them in heat for her, yet none tried.

Some just ignored, some slapped her or kicked her and went away. But none tried to pull her along, force her to do vile things, become their plaything more than she already was.

"None of you dare to touch her. She is mine." Cathy remembered Caster's words as he had left the room earlier. Not like it mattered.

If not these bastards, that treacherous beast would surely pull her along, treat her worse than a beast… 

'It's better to die than be like that…' Cathy murmured for umpteenth time. This dream was too realistic… she doesn't want to live it anymore… 

She wants to wake up… no more of this nightmare, please… 

But no one heard her plea. Not like anyone was here to hear a 'good' like her anyways. The other girls also stayed silent, burying there faces in their knees as they curled up and sobbed silently. Since even crying wasn't allowed to them.

Afterall, their cries would just disturb the goon's timepass, wouldn't it?

Time kept ticking away but Cathy had enough, she doesn't want to live this anymore… why do she needs to live in this hell?!

She tried to make the vision blur again, trying to make the time speed up again, but no. It kept going, slowly at an agonizing pace that ruined her state of mind.

She felt herself going mad, but then suddenly, it stopped… a loud bang erupted in the whole cellar, sirens began to blare, all the goons also picked their guns up, running out of the cellar in a haste.

For the first time in this shithole, Cathy felt an emotion she felt was foreign to her… hope. She felt hopeful again.

Hopeful this nightmare would end, hopeful she can go back to the house, bicker with her loving brother, spend time with her sisters, get into a nice college… 

Hopeful that she survives. 

Gunfires echoed in the cellar, going on for many minutes as dull thuds and incomprehensible dialogues between two people slipped into the secret room.

Cathy tried hard to listen, but she heard nothing. Gun fires stopped too, the cellar back into the deathly silence, suffocating silence.

"Is it over… are we… safe?" one of the girl whispered softly, her hazy eyes looking at the door in tears.

The door was so close, yet so far… 

'Is it… really over?' Cathy's tired eyes blinked, her body limping as she looked at some sunlight that entered their cold cellar, repeating the same question in her mind that was asked by the girl.

Is it really over…?