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

helpless, trembling form only made him want to

burned low in his stomach,

longed for the days when

been brutal became gentle, as if

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

down, kissed her lips softly, trying to ease her

in his grip; she wanted to bite

Thud, thud, thud-

knock sounded

and

water 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

the basement held his prized

his desire vanished. He

the comforter and wrapped it around her

cold look, then zipped up his trousers

before heading out

after him as they

across the floor, his voice was

yes, I'll do it