Goodbye, Mr. Regret

Timothy suddenly stood up, grabbed Jessica around the waist, and hauled her over his shoulder. Ignoring her struggles, he strode straight into the bedroom.

He tossed her onto the bed with little care.

Without hesitation, Timothy loosened his tie, climbed over her, and used the tie to bind her wrists together.

Jessica kicked out wildly, but he pinned her legs down with his own, holding her in place until the knot was secure.

Timothy was seething, his movements harsh. The tie, stiff and unyielding, bit painfully into Jessica's wrists.

He leaned down, gripping her chin with cold fingers. "You think making a fool of me is fun, is that it?"

Yet he was the one trampling her dignity, her feelings...

With her hands tied, Jessica had no way to fight back.

Timothy grabbed the collar of her blouse and yanked hard.

The buttons popped off, exposing her bare skin and the pale bra beneath.

A wave of shame crashed over her.

She tried to kick him again, but Timothy pressed her legs down firmly, refusing to budge.

He'd held back for so long, the tension almost unbearable.

halfway-he didn't

Jessica's eyes went wide with

only made

in his stomach, heat radiating through

longed for the days when

had been brutal became gentle, as if he

time, it took him ages to help her relax; if he

softly, trying to ease her tension, to comfort

in his grip; she wanted to bite him, to

Thud, thud, thud-

knock sounded from

and snapped, annoyed,

the guest bathroom burst—there's water everywhere,

Timothy immediately got up.

guest room was

basement held his

desire vanished. He untied the

comforter and

her a cold look, then

his clothes before

as they

the floor, his voice was icy. "Didn't you think to shut off

yes, I'll do