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.

stop halfway-he didn't want to hold back

tore her stockings, his hands rough and impatient. Jessica's eyes went wide with fear and humiliation, tears springing to the

form only made him want to push

burned low in his stomach, heat

longed for the days when

brutal became gentle,

took him ages to help her relax; if

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

his grip; she wanted to bite him, to

Thud, thud, thud-

knock sounded

her lips and

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

Timothy immediately got up.

room was right above

the basement held

instant, his desire vanished. He untied the knot around

comforter and

shot her a cold look, then

clothes before heading

after him as they rushed toward the

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

yes, I'll do it right