Jerry's dirty intentions

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Ana had endured a terrible week, losing a lot of weight while working nonstop for twenty-four hours in the Hill home with other maids, and not receiving food like the others. She generally ate a small amount of food twice a day, which was why she became sick a few days ago.

But what convinced her to give up the struggle was that, despite their presence at the hospital, her parents made no mention of taking her with them, nor did they take any action against Hill's family. Her heart felt hopeful when she saw them because she assumed that given her condition, her parents would call the police, but they confirmed she was not a lucky child, and neither did her parents regard her as their child.

When they were leaving, Ana did not cry for a single moment, nor did she urge them to come back. Her heart had been encased in a thick coating of ice when her parents' distant behavior was revealed to her; this small act also helped her realize she was alone.

She was a gifted medical student who had been given the opportunity to complete her medical degree at Oxford University on scholarship. However, her goal was dashed when she was forced to marry Richard Hill, who had not yet made an appearance in this house. She started to think Richard Hill didn't exist.

Anastasia gathered her remaining clothes in a bag; several days before, Selena destroyed a large number of clothes she brought from her house. Anastasia took out her passport and other documents under the bed, where she had previously stored them to ensure their safety. Fortunately, they did not fall into their grasp. Her bond with Richard's sister Helena was one positive development that occurred throughout this one week. She gave her all of her expensive jewelry and instructed her to sell it and leave the place immediately.

She initially denied having the pricey jewelry, but Helena placed it in her bag and whispered in her ear that this was not her place and she needed to fight, that something had touched her spirit. It was right that she lacked guts and assumed her parents would come to her rescue. But she had seen reality firsthand in the hospital, so she was no longer concerned about her parents or the marriage.

It was beyond dinnertime, which meant that everyone had gone to sleep, making it a good time for her to flee. She covered her head with a scarf and approached the door, softly unlocking it because the servant quarters were nearby. However, when she discovered Jerry in front of her door, her soul jerked, and her skin crept out in horror as if a cold parasite crawled on her warm flesh.

She was concerned not because the man had discovered her with a bag, which could signify anything, but because she was afraid of his appearance at this hour in front of the door, and from what she could tell, Jerry was intoxicated.

"What are you doing here?" Anastasia inquired, an apprehension rising in her throat as her fingers squeezed against the back of the door. Anastasia noticed how his gaze shifted to her lips before returning to her eyes.

“Did you develop such an attitude after being tortured by my sister, or are you hoping to obtain further punishment from her?" Jerry smirked as he examined Anastasia's body. Despite the fact that the woman had lost her charm as a result of her constant work and lack of nourishment, he couldn't stop himself from wanting her.

Anastasia added urgently, "I am exhausted, and I feel you should get rest too," carefully closing the door because it was the only thing that would keep her safe. Jerry, however, pushed the door with such force that she fell to the ground, the bag falling beside her.

"What are you doing?" Ana shouted purposefully to wake people up since she was desperate for aid.

"Hah! Do not be a scared little girl,” Jerry stated with a frightening laugh, "This is our great night, which I have been planning for a long time." He closed the door behind him.

"Why did you close the door? Open it now or I will scream, and the servant quarters are not far from here," Anastasia warned, forcing herself off the ground. She realized Jerry did not lock the door, which meant that anybody may hear her; yet, when she heard Jerry, a shudder ran through her heart.

“They saw me coming into your room and began muttering, but none of them dared to intervene with me."

Jerry smugly replied, reaching for Anastasia, who began to move behind, but her back quickly hit the wall and her breath hitched.

"Don't come close anymore or I'll hurt you?!!" Anastasia spoke in a tremulous tone.

"Haha! You will hurt me! Hurt me, please, darling," Jerry said and pounced on Anastasia who screamed at the top of her lungs making her way to the top of the bed, but her legs were caught by Jerry, and as a result, she fell on the bed. At the time, she felt Jerry's hand under her skirt, and in reflection, she kicked him right on his face without looking behind.

"Ahhh! Cunt! You do not learn a lesson. All right, I'm going to teach you how to be my whore," Jerry said and pulled her by the leg before placing his face on her exposed leg.

"No... Please... Let me go!" Anastasia cried out, putting strength on her leg to break free from Jerry's clutch but she was fragile.

"Oh, please stop. Trust me, this will be enjoyable," Jerry stated, experiencing pride by challenging her struggle because she was merely a weak stick in front of him, as he pushed the skirt higher.

Anastasia spotted the wooden bedside lamp at the moment, and it caused an urgent notion to flash across her mind. She crawled towards it with increasing effort as Jerry was stroking her in an unseemly way. Her palm found the narrowest section of the lamp and she picked it up as soon as she grasped it. Anastasia swung it hard with her head behind and hit Jerry on the head, causing Jerry to cry out in pain. Leaving her legs, Jerry stepped away from her while clutching his head. He soon felt blood pouring freely from his skull.