Chapter 4. Imprisoned In A Mansion

"Do you think she's ready for me?" Sean had changed into a black silk nightgown and sat down on the sofa in his room.

Calmly, the man took a sip of his wine, then looked at Taylor, his personal bodyguard and confidant, who stood before him with his trademark expressionless face.

"I think she is ready, but not to surrender to you, but to kill you. The look in her eyes is a hateful and murderous one," Taylor replied half-jokingly.

Sean smiled slightly at this answer, "Yes, her eyes are burning and hateful. He took another sip of his wine and closed his eyes, "But you know how much I want to have her tonight.

"Yes, I know," Taylor replied calmly, "are you going to force her?"

"I don't like to force women, you know that." He was used to being surrounded by women who submitted to him because no woman could resist Sean Anderson's charms.

With his dark hair, pale blue eyes and aristocratic face, you could almost say he was as perfect as an angel. If only his eyes weren't so cold, unfeeling, and filled with a deep, terrifying hatred. That was what made Sean like a demon trapped in an angel's body.

"I want her to give herself to me." He continued.

"Of course," Taylor muttered. Sean's words were like an order to him and then he went into the kitchen to do something.

'This drug was very strong.' Taylor looked at the white powder in the small container in front of him. 'Very strong and very effective at the same time. And if this woman takes it, she will surrender to Mr. Sean and please him.'

With slow, calculated movements, Taylor mixed the tasteless white powder into Jenna's drink.

This drug would leave a woman tormented, begging to be satisfied. If no one satisfied her, she would feel her entire body burning with pain, and Taylor was sure that Jenna would beg, even plead with her master tonight.

Taylor smiled to herself and waited to see what would happen.

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It had been almost an hour since Jenna had been locked in this room. A luxurious white room that seemed made for a woman, and she suddenly felt disgusted at the thought that Sean's former lovers might have been placed in this room as well.

One of Sean's coldest looking bodyguards arrived half an hour ago. He brought in a tray of food and placed it on the table. Then he left without saying anything and locked the door from the outside.

And for that long half hour, Jenna tried desperately not to look at the tempting tray. Her stomach was hungry and thirsty, she hadn't eaten since noon because she was too nervous to plan her revenge on Sean and now she was feeling the consequences.

'Maybe it's okay if I have a little taste,' Jenna thought. The smell of the food was so tantalizing, the sweet and savory aroma of hot cooking. 'No!' Her thoughts stopped herself.

She wasn't going to eat. She would rather starve than succumb to Sean's power.

'But if it's just a drink, maybe it's okay.' Jenna looked thirstily at the drinks on the tray. The fresh orange juice looked so tempting.

She finally gave in. She was thirsty to the point of fainting and she had to drink or she might actually faint while she had to find a way to escape this room, this house.

She quickly grabbed the glass and drank it in gulps because she was so thirsty and the cold stream of water felt so refreshing as it washed down her throat.

Before she knew it, the water was gone and she quietly put it down, feeling a little guilty but not regretting it. She felt better, and now she could think of ways to get out of this house.

Her eyes darted around the room, looking for a way to escape. At the far end was a large window, covered with white curtains.

She approached it cautiously to inspect it, but was immediately disappointed. The window was already covered with thick glass, and it was full of iron bars that were very strong, after all, she had just realized that she was on the second floor. Even if she could open the window, she still had to find a way to get down from the second floor safely.

Jenna tried to think again and remembered that she hadn't checked the bathroom at the end of the room. Maybe there was a way out of there that would escape their scrutiny.

She quickly stepped into the bathroom, but her steps sudenlulu were staggering and somehow her head felt heavy and her whole body felt hot.

'What is wrong with me?' Jenna felt her forehead. Did she have a fever? She was breathing hard and everything felt... so hot.

About 30 minutes later, Sean quietly opened the door to the room she was locked in.

It was late at night and he had no idea that Jenna was still awake.

The room was dark and dimly lit, but Sean's eyes caught the tray of food still intact, only the drinks were gone.

'Stubborn girl,' Sean growled inwardly. She thought she could threaten him by starving herself? She didn't know that Sean would use any means to make her surrender to him.

A rustling movement on the bed made Sean turn his head in alert.

In the dim light of the room, Sean saw Jenna lying restlessly. She hadn't slept yet and seemed unnerved.

Curious, Sean approached and found Jenna lying there with a tortured look in her eyes, her body writhing on the white satin bed as if in pain.

"Help me..." Jenna's voice sighed, hoarse.

Frowning, Sean sat on the edge of the bed and touched his fingers to Jenna's forehead, but her body temperature was normal. She had no fever.

The frown on Sean's brow deepened as he thought, 'What happened to her?

"Would you like a drink?" Sean deftly picked up the glass of water on the nightstand. "Here, let me help you."

Jenna's body leaned weakly against his arm and she was breathing hard. "It's hot. Help me... Please, I can't stand it." She sighed again.

Her voice sounded so tortured, but to Sean it was so seductive.

He handed Jenna a glass of water and she drank it quickly, but her breathing was still ragged and she still seemed tormented by the heat.

"There must be something... or maybe..." Sean pushed Jenna's body away from his so he could see her clearly.

Her face was flushed, her breathing was labored, and her eyes were slightly unfocused. She always complained about being hot.

That meant...

Sean quickly laid Jenna down on the bed, then left the room with a slam of the door and yelled, "Taylor!

In an instant, silently, as if by magic, Taylor appeared in front of Sean, "What's wrong, sir?"

"What did you give Jenna?" asked Sean angrily.

Taylor bent his body slightly, his face still expressionless. "I put my medicine in her drink, sir. You know what it is."

Sean's face hardened. "Yes. I know what the drug is, and I refuse to use a woman under the influence of drugs. You did something on your own without asking my permission. You know if I get mad, I can punish you!"

Taylor seemed unfazed by Sean's words. "You said you wanted to make this woman give up. While she hates you so much and will definitely rebel desperately, this medicine is the only way to make her surrender." He looked into Sean's eyes, "You can leave her room if you don't want to use her."

"She's in pain, you know that," Sean growled angrily.

Taylor shrugged. "You can ease the pain. And tomorrow, after you've got her, maybe she'll be more submissive."

"How much medicine did you give her?"

"The usual dose, sir. But the effects vary from person to person."

"So it can last for hours or all night?"

"As long as you want to have fun, sir."

Sean was silent. Taylor's words were so tempting, but did he really have to be an asshole just because he wanted her so much?

"Go away!" He sighed, still weighing his options, then walked back into the room, driven by a strong feeling to see Jenna again, and there she was, still writhing and moaning on the bed.

He sat on the bed and Jenna stared at him with misty eyes as if she did not recognize him. "I'm sick, my body is... hot..."

Sean smiled with a strange tenderness.

Jenna really didn't know what was happening to her, that there was only one way to cure her pain. And for that she needed him.

"Should I help you?" He was actually muttering to himself, then he leaned forward and gently brushed against Jenna's lips.

Jenna's eyes widened in shock and Sean couldn't help but smile. It was incredible, the mix of innocence and intense passion that really teased him.

"Don't you like it?" Sean whispered softly.

Jenna stared at Sean, or at least tried to see him with her barely focused eyes. "I... what happened to me?"

Sean reached out and brushed his fingers across her cheek, making Jenna's body shake. "My men took matters into their own hands and slipped some medicine into your drink." He tried to explain simply.

"Medicine...? Am I being poisoned?"

"It wasn't poison, Jenna. The medicine was just... it made you crave my touch. At least that's the gist of it."

It took Jenna a moment to process the meaning of Sean's words.

Her faint consciousness screamed a warning of danger, and her body immediately staggered, desperately trying to get away from the man, but Sean grabbed her again, then whispered softly in her ear, "I can help you heal your pain," he said. As he spoke, his hand came down to touch her.

Jenna's moan as she felt Sean's fingers on her body sounded so agonized.

"You're too sensitive, baby. You really need me now, don't you?"

"No!" Jenna tried to fight back and grabbed Sean's arm. "Don't! You can't do this!"

"It's the only way to help you," Sean's voice sounded a little hoarse, "let me help you."

"How did you help me?" Jena asked nervously and out of breath. In this state, seeing Sean's figure made her completely lose control.

"Don't move and let me do this." Even the touch of Sean's hand on her cheek felt so seductive.