She knelt down and pushed the tray toward Elsa . " Eat something . You need your strength if you're going to entertain our guest tonight . " Elsa let out a cold , dry laugh . " Spare me the act . Just say what you're really here for . " " Dad invited Mr. Dawson over for dinner tonight , " Quinn said sweetly . The next moment- She jabbed the soup spoon against Elsa's throat , eyes sharp and chilling . " You know , the sixty - year - old who collects arm candy like trading cards ? He saw your dance video . Loved it . " Her smile curled cruelly . " And he really liked your body too . " Disgust rose in Elsa's chest . She grabbed Quinn's wrist and flung the tray aside , soup splattering all over the floor . She wouldn't touch that filth . Boiling hot broth ran down Quinn's wrist . She shrieked and staggered back . " You psycho ! You think this'll save you ? " " You're dreaming ! " When Mr. Dawson walked in , his gold tooth gleamed under the chandelier light . His pudgy fingers fondled Elsa's wrists , which were tied behind the chair . " You're even more stunning in person , Ms. Moore . " He flicked his cigar , letting ash fall on her shoulder . Elsa flinched at the burn , inhaling sharply . " With a body like this , I'm in for a real treat tonight . " " Mr. Dawson ." Quinn giggled , handing him a glass of wine . " My sister's just a little shy . Don't mind her . " " I don't . " His grin widened . " I like ' em feisty " " Adds spice ! " A Half an hour later , Dawson had his guards lock Elsa in the room . Tonight , he intended to enjoy her properly . The moment the door clicked shut , Elsa kicked into action . P Chapter 21 No More Puppets She threw her head back and toppled the wine cabinet behind her . A bottle of Romanée - Conti exploded over Dawson's head . Wine poured down his face as Elsa glared at him , eyes blazing . " Bitch ! " Dawson clutched his head and lunged at her . Just as he came close- Elsa's foot shot up and slammed into his groin . Dawson collapsed with a cry of pain , curling up on the floor , unable to move , He looked up at her , eyes full of hatred . " You little slut … you trying to die ?! " Elsa spat in his direction , brushing dust off her dress . " In your dreams . Go play with your little toys in hell - I'm done entertaining creeps like you ." With that , she strode to the door and tried to open it . Behind her , Dawson laughed . " Don't bother . Without my fingerprint , that door won't open . " Elsa froze . She'd known this wouldn't be easy - but she hadn't expected this level of cruelty . Biting her lip , she scanned the room for a way out . She couldn't let herself fall into this monster's hands . Then her gaze caught on the window . She remembered noticing earlier - it was the third floor . If she jumped , she might get hurt … but she'd survive . Better that than letting Dawson touch her . She limped over , took a deep breath- And jumped . Pain tore through her leg as her knee slammed into the gravel . Blood streamed down her shin . But Elsa didn't pause . Afraid Dawson's men would come after her , she scrambled to her feet and staggered forward . Behind her , the villa lit up with shouts and chaos . Mr. Dawson's curses and his guards ' pounding footsteps echoed through the night . The mansion glowed like a predator's lair - bright , polished , and ravenous . Send Gifts 20