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 want to hold

rough and impatient. Jessica's eyes went wide with fear

helpless, trembling form only made

in his stomach, heat radiating

for the days when their intimacy

his movements shifted-what had been brutal became gentle, as

took him ages to help her relax; if he rushed, he worried he'd hurt

to ease her tension,

was still caught in his grip; she wanted to bite him, to fight, but

Thud, thud, thud-

knock sounded from

lips and snapped, annoyed, "Who is

Mabel. The water pipe in the guest bathroom burst—there's water everywhere, I'm worried it'll

Timothy immediately got up.

guest room was right above

the basement held

instant, his desire vanished. He untied

instantly grabbed the comforter and wrapped

a cold look, then

his clothes before heading out

they rushed toward

saw the water spreading across the floor, his voice was icy. "Didn't you think to

yes, I'll do it right