Chapter 3

His red gaze and the frowning face seemed very unusual. Was he experiencing some problems? But if he was just a pervert who wanted to exploit her purely for lust, then this man was beyond salvation, utterly despicable.

“Let go! You are a beast, a lecher, a pervert...”

She hadn’t finished her sentence when he forced a kiss on her, disregarding her biting his tongue till it bled. His hand found its way to a private area, lifting the delicate fabric slightly to expose her tightly shut flower. The humiliation was unbearable as the stranger touched her remote part, but she could not resist him; he was too powerful.

Apart from the bathrobe draping over his sturdy figure, nothing was on his body.

“Mm...”

She winced in pain as his large object penetrated her, reaching the depth in the first plunge. The red fluid leaked from the forbidden area, but he did not care. He only wanted to enjoy the exquisite body of the distressed woman under him. She could not believe that she lost her first time in such a bizarre situation.

Her mind was hazy, her lower body aching numbly, her spine as if it was shattered into pieces. It was so painful she found it hard to breathe. At the same time, he was engrossed in the euphoric sensation of relieving the pent-up desire that overpowered him, intoxicating his mind.

“Mm...mm...”

She tried to plead, uttering a few words, but he ferociously bit her soft lips, unwilling to let her go. Below, her body constricted, experiencing a violent reaction to the sudden intrusion of his large instrument for the first time.

“Too tight...”

He shamelessly commented as he robbed her of her innocence. Her body felt as if it was no longer her own, overwhelmed with pain. Venturing into this dangerous territory today, she hadn’t expected to end up in such a pitiful state. Tears welled up in her eyes, uncontrollably cascading down her cheeks. Yet, no matter how much pain and humiliation she endured, the savage wolf continued to enjoy his delicious prey under his control.

Her tears soaked the bed sheets. He paused his kissing, removing her bra with his hand. Her arms were tightly bound, her lower body aching from his intrusion. The strong-willed woman, who despised being forced or controlled by others, resolved not to let him enjoy the moment peacefully, even though her entire body was in extreme pain.

With her hands still tied, she gathered all her strength to swing her tightly bound arms, aiming for his head.

“You bastard...”

She immediately silenced herself as his deadly hand gripped her throat tightly, her eyes bulging in fear.

“This little girl!”

One thing he despised in this world was having someone touch his head. He would never forget the horror associated with it.

“Are you tired of living?”

As soon as he finished speaking, he tightened his grip on her head, pushing her down onto the bed, leaving her no opportunity to fight back. His assault became even more ruthless and violent.

“A... please... don’t...”

He was relentless, operating like a pre-programmed machine. She was terrified, her body limp with fear. It felt like her lower body was torn. The pain was almost unbearable.

Her full breasts were visible to the lustful wolf. Unable to resist, he began to suckle, greedily devouring the two precious gems in his mouth.

“Don’t... touch there...”

Her beautiful body entranced him, her breasts bouncing rhythmically with each thrust. The pain slowly subsided, giving way to an indescribable euphoria.

He kneaded her pair of full breasts into various shapes. Her body was fully displayed to this stranger, mixed feelings of embarrassment, humiliation, resentment, and countless other emotions permeating every corner of her thoughts.

After a while of continuous coupling, he withdrew. But it wasn’t over yet. He laid down, lifted one of her legs, and continued his conquest into her depths.

The room was filled with moans and the sound of bodies colliding.

“Please... stop...”

She pleaded with him, looking for a glimmer of hope, even though she knew the chance of him sparing her was extremely slim. Under the in***** of the d***, his desire was multiplied several times. She feared that she would be tortured for a while longer, and even if her strength were utterly exhausted, there would be no respite.

***

The bulky figure of the man sat up, reaching for the camera thrown aside on the corner of the bed. His other arm was functioning as a pillow for her. He was fierce and relentless, so much so that it left her in a faint. They were wrapped in the same blanket, with her lying in his arms, still unconscious from the ordeal. At first glance, it appeared intimate, but they were not lovers.

Turning on the camera, he started scrolling through the pictures taken, his eagle eyes furrowing, his expression somewhat tense. He continued to view a video clip displaying the grim scene of a man in a blue shirt repeatedly stabbed in the stomach by a man in a black vest, blood flowing without pause. The blue-shirted man collapsed on the ground, lifeless in the pool of fresh red blood.

Behind the horrifying scene was another man in a black vest, casually sitting cross-legged on a swivel chair, seemingly enjoying the cruel murder. He looked every bit the ringleader.

Suddenly, the figure next to him stirred. He turned to look at her, the girl who had just awakened. What caught her eye was the camera he held in his hand. She quickly snatched it away, clutching the crucial tool of her profession, forgetting about the pain in her body from his brutal assault.

“What are you doing? This is mine,” she demanded.

He smirked, feeling utterly satisfied after having his way with her, his body highly gratified.

“Daring to film Simcha Scott, aren’t we?” he asked.

His hand lightly touched her beautiful face, drained of color from fear. His corrupted lips leaned in close to her cheek. She tried to evade, but he held her face still with a firm hand.

“You’re still very green,” he commented. At his words, she broke out into a cold sweat despite the air conditioning in the room. She momentarily lost focus on the physical violation that had taken place, instead fixating on his words.

“You... you’ve seen everything? You know about Simcha Scott?”

Despite just watching a clip of a murder, his face remained eerily calm. The situation didn’t invoke fear or disquiet in him. What concerned him was this petite girl, with her feeble strength daring to venture into such dangerous matters.

“Surprising, isn’t it?” he responded with a counter-question, giving her no clarity or helpful information.

Suddenly, the phone rang. He sat up, responding to the person on the other end, “Alright, I’ll be right there.”

The stranger left the bed, allowing her to observe his physique indeed. His six-pack abs were carved like a statue, with a tall and elegant stature, but... he had violated her!

Overwhelmed by humiliation, she forced herself to sit up and began cursing, “You’re a bastard! A pervert, a sicko!”

He stared at her impassively, a provocative smile still on his lips. He lightly cupped her chin, acting as if he was deaf to her previous outburst: “I’m quite satisfied with you.”

She quickly swatted his hand away. This shameless brute! Was his heart made of stone? How could he utter such disgusting words without a flinch?

“You’re despicable.”