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.

time, he would stop halfway-he didn't

eyes went wide with fear and

only made him want to push

in his stomach, heat radiating

longed for the days when their intimacy

shifted-what had been brutal became gentle, as if he

help her relax; if he

down, kissed her lips softly, trying to ease her tension,

was still caught in his grip; she wanted to bite

Thud, thud, thud-

sounded

lips and snapped,

The water pipe in the guest bathroom burst—there's water

Timothy immediately got up.

room was right above the

the basement held his

desire vanished. He

the comforter and wrapped it around her

cold look, then

his clothes before heading out

they

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

yes, I'll do it