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

hands rough and impatient. Jessica's eyes went wide with fear and humiliation, tears

trembling form only made him want to push

burned low in his

when their intimacy was

been brutal

her relax; if he rushed, he worried

down, kissed her lips softly, trying to ease her

wanted to bite him, to fight, but

Thud, thud, thud-

knock sounded

and snapped,

pipe in the guest bathroom burst—there's water everywhere, I'm worried it'll seep into

Timothy immediately got up.

guest room was right above

basement held

desire vanished. He untied

instantly grabbed the comforter and wrapped it

cold look, then zipped up

his clothes before heading out the

him as they rushed toward the

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

do it