Mark lit a cigarette and took a slow drag, the ember glowing. "Kerry, you still dare to call?"

I stared at my pair of sevens, trusting my hole card to carry me through.

"Call."

"Show them."

I refused to believe they had three aces. I was willing to gamble everything.

But when the hole cards flipped—my three sevens crumbled against their three aces.

I slumped back against the chair, fists clenched so tight my nails bit into my palms.

The crowd erupted in cheers. If I won, they'd get the money—and the chance to violate my mother.

"Ha! Told you Kerry would lose. A worthless piece of trash like him against the God of Gamblers? Please."

"Pathetic. Absolutely pathetic."

Mark blew cigarette smoke directly into my face, his arrogance suffocating.

"Kerry, how could you lose? Your mother's still in that cage, waiting for you to save her!"

I lifted my head, eyes bloodshot, glaring at them. The dealer's final card had been rigged—I'd seen the God of Gamblers make his move, but what could I do about it? No one here would believe me. They were all praying for my complete destruction.

Before I could think further, a sharp ripping sound cut through the air.

My heart seized as I whipped around. Someone had torn a piece of clothing from my mother's body.

"No! Get away from me! Get away!"

She thrashed and fought with everything she had, but she was no match for them.

The men in the room went wild.

"Would you look at that! Told you this woman had a nice body!"

"She doesn't look forty at all! Haha! "

The more she screamed, the more excited they became.

I fixed my bloodshot glare on May. She just shrugged, utterly indifferent.

"Why are you looking at me like that? This is your fault."

"If you weren't such a useless waste, she wouldn't be getting manhandled right now."

"Oh, but just so you know—" She smiled. "One more piece, and we'll see her underwear."

"Hahaha!"

She sauntered over and draped herself around Mark's waist. "Feeling better now, sweetie?"

"Not yet." His eyes glinted. "She hasn't been stripped naked and thrown into the pile of men. And Kerry hasn't lost everything yet."

May reached up and playfully pinched his nose. "You're so naughty."

"Then let's finish this. I want to watch you enjoy every second."

Meanwhile, agony clawed through my skull.

They were right to mock me. Pitting someone who knew nothing about gambling against a man who never lost?

It was like throwing an egg at a boulder.