You Perverted Director!

"Hei, why so silent, Darling? Try to yell like before," Cakra chuckled while reclining in his chair. "Oh, are you pondering the perfect answer, huh?" Cakra nodded. "Good, don't make the wrong choice, Darling." Agatha closed her eyes momentarily, truly regretting why she had been deceived by Grace at the minimarket earlier. If only she had been more vigilant, maybe she wouldn't have fallen into the trap of that crazy director. "Damn. What should I do?" Agatha thought to herself, looking around the room. For a few seconds, suddenly her mind thought of something. "Why did I just think of that?" Agatha smiled slyly. "Although it may not work, at least this plan is relatively easy for me to do. With the strength I have, I'm sure he will fall." Agatha focused on her plan. She tried to ignore Cakra's temptations to disrupt her peace. By trying to control her emotions, Agatha began to plan small steps to free herself. Agatha pondered to herself, "I have to stay focused. Don't get carried away with emotions. If I can loosen the bindings on my hands, maybe I'll have a chance." Agatha gritted her teeth, trying not to show the facial expression that Cakra wanted to see. She attempted to relax her muscles, hoping to reach something that could help her escape from the restraints. "You're too quiet, Agatha. Are you really thinking of a good answer?" Cakra teased. Agatha chose not to respond. She preferred to focus on her efforts. In silence, Agatha brainstormed, considering every possibility she could do to escape. There was no time to hesitate. "Now or never. I have to try," Agatha thought firmly. Carefully, Agatha tried to inch her fingers into her skirt pocket, hoping to find a small object to use to loosen the restraints. Her heart pounded, and cold sweat began to dampen her forehead. And indeed, there was nothing behind her clothes. There was no sharp object to break free from the ropes. However, her determination didn't waver. Agatha considered another plan while praying for the success of her second plan. Agatha finally relented, she would only answer if she were released from the rope. Because if Cakra tortured her, and the condition for Agatha to answer was that she didn't want to be treated harshly. "How can I think if you tie me up? Why are you so rough if you want to make me yours?" Agatha retorted with her mission. Cakra was startled, he just realized that. Yes. He loved Agatha, so why was he willing to hurt the girl? Ah, that explained why Agatha looked annoyed and didn't respond; apparently, the girl wanted to be treated gently. "I promise I'll choose if you don't tie me like this," Agatha persuaded. Her tone was gentle, full of hope. "Can I trust you?" Cakra smirked. His hands clenched as Agatha made a Cute expression akin to a kitten. He restrained himself from faltering. "Of course. You can do anything to me if I really escape. If you truly like me, shouldn't you have faith in me?" Agatha sighed for a few seconds as Cakra gazed at her in disbelief, as if not believing her words. "Even if I escape, is it possible? I know there are many male guards outside this room. I can't possibly fight them, right?" Cakra smirked. True. Then he nodded. Finally, Agatha would fall into his arms. "Alright. I'll undo this rope. After that, you can answer my choice directly. This time I hope you won't deceive me again." Cakra finally untied the rope. Agatha secretly smiled wickedly in her heart because she planned to hit Cakra after being freed from the rope. Don't forget that Agatha is skilled in martial arts. And Agatha is very confident in her abilities. Cakra may be a man, but Agatha won't use the opportunity when Cakra lets his guard down. After the ropes were removed, Agatha swiftly seized the moment. She gazed at Cakra with sharp eyes and wickedly smiled to herself. Cakra smiled faintly, he liked that piercing look. Without knowing the meaning behind her eyes. "Don't even think about escaping, alright, Darling. You know the consequences." Agatha nodded calmly. "Of course, I understand. Now I will answer your choice." Cakra looked at Agatha with his smug smile, but before Agatha could give her answer, she quickly turned her body and delivered a swift kick towards Cakra. "Agatha?" Although it hit accurately, Cakra was only slightly pushed back and quickly retaliated with a punch. Agatha managed to dodge, and a fierce battle ensued in the bright and soundproof room. Agatha thought to herself, "I have to get rid of Cakra as quickly as possible and find a way out before the guards come." Agatha continued to move with speed and agility, utilizing every self-defense skill she had. Cakra, surprised by Agatha's resistance, began to lose control of the situation. Meanwhile, outside the room, the guards were unaware of what was happening inside and remained in their positions. "You're very cunning, Agatha!" Cakra smiled, though he winced as he rose and grimaced from the pain caused by Agatha's blow, which was extremely painful for someone who rarely exercised. "That's because you dared to belittle me!" Agatha retorted sharply. "Answer your choice? Don't even dream about it, Mr. Director! I won't choose anything!" "I didn't expect you to do this to me. You're really testing my patience, Agatha," Cakra chuckled. He then grabbed Agatha's wrist. Unfortunately, Agatha's strength was greater. Agatha immediately evaded his grip and stepped back. "Don't mess around!" Agatha snapped sternly. Cakra chuckled softly, taken aback by Agatha's strength. "Wow. You're truly amazing. Looks like your championship trophy is really authentic, huh? How long did you train yourself to be this strong, hm?" Agatha gave a signal without paying attention to Cakra's words. She would find another opportunity to strike the man. Her target was the most sensitive part of Cakra. Agatha smiled slyly as he approached. Without a word, she swiftly threw her kick. "Feel this, you Perverted Director!" Agatha shouted once. Her long leg slid freely towards Cakra's valuable belongings. Regardless of whether his future would be ruined, Agatha only thought of herself. Of course. "Ouch! Dammit!" Cakra grimaced instantly, shouting in pain. He fell to the floor, clutching the object between his legs. "You lowlife! Bastard!" cursed Cakra, writhing in pain. "This is the result of your despicable actions, Respected Director. Enjoy the special gift from me." Agatha laughed satisfactorily. Very satisfied to the point of wanting to burst into laughter. However, before Cakra could rise, she quickly grabbed the rope that had tied her before. With all her might, Agatha dragged Cakra near the bed and tied him as tightly as possible. Not forgetting, before that, she had struck Cakra's head with the blunt object there, namely three stacks of thick books. Not wanting to go to jail, she only made the man faint momentarily. While she continued to tie and tape Cakra's mouth to prevent him from shouting. Hastily, Agatha didn't want to waste time. She immediately ran towards the door. But she forgot something. This room was locked. Oh, Agatha remembered when Cakra entered earlier, he locked it from the inside, which means he must have the key.