PROLOGUE

Her spirit awoke. She could not move her body in extreme weakness. Plus it was as if her head was going to break in extreme pain. She remembered what had happened before she lost her consciousness as her eyes wandered around.

"Where am I?" she voiced out.

Such a room was unfamiliar to her. Her bodyhair rose. It's like de javu is happening. She immediately checked herself to confirm something but it's a very wrong move. That only added to the fear that lingered in her consciousness. The scenario that she's is in right now is very similar to the events she has experienced in previous nights. She found herself naked again. Not a single shroud was left on her. The only difference now is that she did not wake up in her own room.

She was slowly swallowed up and drowned by fear. Still trying to recollect her own senses, she felt herself particularly in the part between her thighs. She was swallowed up by the worry but finally breathed a sigh of relief when she felt no pain there.

"You're awake."

She turned her gaze to the source of the voice near the door. She didn't even realize that someone was already turning the knob to open this dark room's door because her mind was so occupied with what was happening.

Her eyebrows furrowed. "Who are you?" She tried to stabilize the tone of her voice even though the truth was that her muscles were already trembling with fear.

The man in front of her just grinned as he stepped closer to the bed she's lying in. She stepped back slightly then looked at the lampshade that was just standing next to the bed. Although her hand was shaking, she decided to retreat slowly so that at least the object that she thought would be a big help for her defense would be within her reach.

When the man was only a little distance from her, she sneakily tried to reach for the lampshade but he stopped moving so her plan to do so just hung in the air. It was too late for the real situation to sink into her brain. Her eyes widened as she realized how pitiful the situation she's in. Both her hands are tied up. Her two hands were tied to the head of the bed. Fear gripped her even more along with the sudden depression.

"Why didn't I even feel that I was being tied up? You're really stupid, Yngrid," she blamed herself.

Even with the fact that she's hopeless, Yngrid forcibly moved her hands. She ventured to loosen the cloth which is tightly tied on her wrist.

"Stop that, Mi Bella!" He rebuke as she struggled to loss the tight cloth. "You might just hurt yourself."

"Mi Bella? Are you a joker or something? You're making me laugh big time. Don't kid yourself moron. I'm not yours," she said sarcastically.

She shooted glares as sharp pointed as a dagger straight to his eyes but the man just laughed out loud at what she said.

Her throat suddenly went dry. Desperate to calm her nerves, Yngrid secretly swallowed as the man took off his pants right in front of her eyes without hesitation. The only thing he left on him was his boxer. She didn't know if he had any other covering underneath but there's a strong urge within her that says, the gigantic like bulge she's staring at now is purely, without doubt is his arousal. He's huge!

She shrugged her thought and scolded herself. This is not the right time for her to feel admiration towards a man's physique.

The bed sagged as he landed. She was alerted when the stranger held on one of her legs. But her eyes widened even more when he suddenly parted her thighs and there, right in the middle of the space he made, he positioned himself. It was as if her brain flew for a moment at what this stranger did but being taken aback doesn't have a room right at this very moment. Her brain came back immediately when she saw that the man was about to caress her exposed femininity in front of his eyes. The man's gaze was fixed on it.

Yngrid got angry with herself because she suddenly felt ashamed even though this man did not have permission to do this to her.

"H-Help!"

She tried to shout out of her lungs but she felt that at any moment she would cry because no one seemed to be able to hear her. There was no trace of nervousness on this stranger's face that indicates that he was worried someone might hear her screams. Instead only a faint and sticky look would be reflected from him.

Panic is just an understatement. She tried to put some force on her wrist but only pain was its reward on her hand. It seemed to tighten even more every time she force it.

"Behave, Mi Bella."

He caressed her face but she dodged when his hand went down to trace her lips so he lowered his hand.

"You don't really own me. I am not your possession. Haven't you tried to ask your mom at least once if you starved yourself when you were still semen?" Yngrid said without pause but...

She felt chills all over her body the moment she saw how the man's face darken. "Why is it so hard for you to u-understa—"

Her words got cut out as the man lowered his face then punishingly kissed her lips. He effortlessly inserted his tongue that is now exploring inside her mouth. She was even more stunned when he gripped her neck so tightly so she would look up more.

Yngrid could already taste the blood from her own lips because of the harsh kiss this man is giving her. She tried hard to turn her face on the opposite direction just so she could avoid his punish but her move only added to this stranger's invisible list of red flag. The man's grip on her neck tightened. Because of its forceful movement, it put more pressure on her. She could literally feel the bulge that was now piercing her still covered delicacy even if he was still wearing a boxer.

She tried to steady herself but tears welled up in her eyes when she felt that the man has no plan to stop what he started. Her tears streamed down on the man's cheeks that made the latter pause.

Yngrid saw how the man just smirk while drying the tears on her cheeks. She tried to keep her face away but he just gripped her jaw to steady her.

"Cry later. It's not the right time yet, Cloud Levithan."

She chased her own breath when she felt that at any moment, she would be deprived of the air by the tightness of his strangulation. He let go of her neck. She sighed hard as she tried to recover her normal breath. With the tightness of the entrapment of its strangulation, she's sure that the man's hand would surely leave a mark on her neck. Even with the fact that he already released her from his grip, she could still feel his hand tightly gripping on her skin.

She was about to oppose the man's litany but it preceded him to gag her mouth. All the words that she wanted to say was just accomodated by in the cloth he had wrapped around her mouth.

Yngrid shuddered at the darker aura she could see now. She was even more agitated when he recklessly took off the clothes she was wearing and just threw those on the floor. She immediately turned his gaze to the other side when he was about to take off his boxer shorts but it seemed that her jaw would break into pieces when the man forced her to look in its direction... again.

It was as if all the courage she had gathered earlier had disappeared. Her lips quivered in fear, and her tears were already falling but the one in front of her is just grinning like a demon.

She closed her eyes tight before she could finally see its cargo as he lowered down the boxer while watching her reaction. Truth be told, she didn't have a brother so being curious on what a man's genital looks like intrigues her but she couldn't quite imagine that she would find the answer to her curiosity on this way. She tried hard not to sob but she couldn't help it. Desperate to escape this hopeless situation even just for a moment, she closed her eyes.

"Shh stay still. The pain is only for a moment so open your eyes. "

She didn't listen to him but her body automatically stiffened in place when she felt something sharp being pointed to her side.

With a trembling body, she opened her eyes then wept when she confirmed that the sharp object she felt earlier is a knife.

"Are you going to stay still now? I don't want to hear anyone crying. Do you understand me?" The man whispered as he gently slid his hand over her thigh.

She did not respond to him but when she felt that the man seemed to give force on the grip of the knife, she immediately nodded to the man. The demon smiled as he planted a kiss on her forehead.

Yngrid's eyes were open yet she didn't even move a blink when the man nibbled her ear. He bit into it before his lips dropped to her neck. Stopping her sobs, she just let him squeeze in there as he showered her with little kisses. Its hands became more inquisitive. After its disgusting squeezes on her thighs, its hand traveled down on her boobs. He started to squeeze her bossoms roughly. There is no indication of caution in its motion. It squeezes there then plays on its tip.

She was weakened by what this man is doing to her. His hands were roaming in front of her body mercilessly. He gently rubs himself into her middle area. She tried to surpass a word to stop him but it's useless. He doesn't care. Instead, his hand went to her center and traced each line that made her gasp. He clasped her tied hands tightly.

It was as if she suddenly turned deaf to everything the man was doing on her body. The grain of her tears dripped when she felt him put his massive load in his femininity. She turned numb. All she knew was that a violent series of thrusts had been unleashed by the man as he looked up and sweated over his face due to pleasure.

Yngrid lost count on how many times this stranger took her fully. Even her brain was numb from what was happening. He keeps on mentioning a girl's name in between his thrusts. He keep on calling her name —full of hatred.

Who is this man? Who is Cloud Levithan? Why is he doing this to me now?

Many more questions entered her mind but she could not go through them one by one when she felt very dizzy.

"I'm not Cloud. My name is Yngrid. Stop it! Please stop me..." Her mind groaned before her vision completely darkened.