4 A sex toy

- Arthur's POV -

Mark is a violent, unruly man who has caused a lot of trouble since he was a child. I don't know if his flaws are inherited from me or if he has a grumpy wolf too.

In order not to kill Mark in my anger, I rarely met with him and disciplined him. I gave him as much freedom as possible and assumed that good schooling would help him correct his flaws.

However, according to the surveillance results from my subordinates, Mark seemed to be getting worse and worse in his excessive freedom. He had become uncontrollable.

So, even the best schooling could not compensate for the negative effects of his mother's passing on the son's upbringing? Should I change to a harsher form of discipline?

I sat behind my desk and pondered this problem.

At the same time, I never expected that a totally unknown girl would sneak into my house, the clean room I had prepared for my son.

- Crystal's POV -

Hot...so hot...

I feel like I'm on fire. There is a fire between my chest and lungs, and the flame spreads to my limbs and finally converges on my private parts.

The temperature below the private parts is not just hot anymore, it is burning, scalding hot. So hot that I feel like something has melted and is gurgling.

This strange sensation came on strong and overwhelming. It was like a wave that slapped me to the shore and then rolled me into the center of the sea without a second interval.

I curled up, clasped my arms, tangled my legs, and moaned in unbearable pain.

I'm going to die... I thought, I'm going to die...

My breath was hot and steamy, and surely even my blood was boiling. My heart was contracting rapidly in my chest, and every circulation of blood made my scalp explode with a tingling sensation.

I can't tell if this horrible feeling is pain or something else.

"Help... Help..."

I mumbled in a low voice, my watery lips hissing hot air.

"Help me... I feel so bad... so hot..." My low voice sounded like it was squeezed out of my lungs, and I didn't know that I had tears running down my face and saliva dripping onto my chest.

"It's hot..."

I was just going to go inside and hide for a while, and then I would leave when Mark left, but I was in such a state that I couldn't even hear the sound of the car starting outside the house. I just wanted to find something to drown out the heat on my skin.

Finally, my disoriented eyes locked on the bathroom in the room...

- Arthur's POV -

I couldn't settle down to read on the second floor, and I even thought I heard imaginary voices.

I clearly saw my son driving away in his car, but I thought I heard a noise coming from downstairs.

I was the only one living in this private villa.

I do not allow any of my subordinates to come here to report on their work. Except for the omega who comes to clean at a regular time every week, there shouldn't be anyone.

Could it be that Mark is back again?

I walked out of the room and tentatively walked down the stairs.

The further down the stairs I went, the more obvious the movement became, and the sound was coming from the rooms.

I stopped to listen, and soon I pinpointed the source of the sound - Mark's room.

"Mark..."

I whispered, the tight corners of my lips finally easing a bit. The anger inside was calmed a little.

It seemed that Mark had behaved himself and not gone out. Maybe my son is not so hopeless.

With that in mind, I raised my hand and knocked on the door.

"Open the door, Mark. We had a bad conversation earlier. I think we can talk again."

After saying that, I waited for a long time, but there was just no response.

"Open the door. Let's talk again."

There was still no response.

I doubtfully frowned and listened with my left ear, and there was indeed a sound.

"I know you're in there. Open the door, I..."

"Doh!"

Before the words were out of my mouth, there was a violent banging sound from inside, as if a person had fallen.

With a furrowed brow, I burst through the door.

It was dark behind the door, and there was no one there, only a muffled grunt of pain coming from the bathroom.

I hurriedly took a big step forward and pulled open the bathroom door, while turning on the light at the same time.

I was overwhelmed by what I saw.

"Oh, my moon goddess..."

What did I see? There was a soaked girl lying on the floor of the bathroom.

The girl raised her head at the same time, and it was a face of a complete stranger...

"Who...are you?" I asked in surprise.

How did this strange girl appear in my son's bathroom?

Was she a thief? Or a spy?

The girl raised a pair of watery eyes and, not knowing if she had seen my face or not, began to curl her body and shiver.

"Don't come over...don't...please..."

I watched her slowly shrink into a small corner, her wet hair sticking behind her ears, with her head resting against her knees.

The white, soaking wet t-shirt clung to her body, almost transparent. I could clearly see the shape of each of her ribs, shivering under the pale skin.

What a skinny, bony girl.

She was flushed with an abnormal pink color, and her body was trembling.

I held my breath as the defenses of my mind inexplicably collapsed.

What a poor cat that accidentally fell into the water, I thought unconsciously.

In less than three seconds, I had completely removed her from the unkind terms "thief", "spy" and so on, leaving only the adjectives "pitiful", "vulnerable" and even a few words like "cute" in my mind.

"Are you okay?"

I squinted and sensed something was wrong with the girl's state.

Perhaps her skin was too pale, so some of the marks of bruises looked particularly appalling.

Looking at her blood-red elbow, and thinking of the sound of falling that I had just heard outside, I couldn't help but walk over to her.

"Did you fall? Are there any injuries?"

- Crystal's POV -

As soon as I heard someone approaching, I immediately screamed in fear, "Aaaahhhh-go away! Go away!"

I'm in such a terrible state. I had been in the bathtub for a long time, and my body was cold, but the fire inside was still burning. Now my body was a mix of ice and fire, and I was even a little out of my mind.

The most fearful thing in my mind is Mark, and my greatest fear is that Mark, who drugged me, will find me. Now that someone was approaching, I assumed subconsciously that it was Mark.

"Leave me alone... please leave me alone..." I shivered and curled into a ball, my arms clutching my wet body.

I remembered what Mark had said when he called, that he had asked out a bunch of cronies, just to take me over to them for fun.

I took Mark's pill, and now my body is...very sensitive and weird...especially the organ between my legs. It is so hungry that it can eat my panties.

I am a virgin, I just want to have sex with a man who respects me and loves me.

I don't want to be used as a sex toy for a group of horny men to vent their desires. Instead of being tortured by them, I would rather die! I'd rather kill myself!

- Arthur's POV -

I walked towards the girl as far as I could in a gesture that did not show a threat. I even felt like I was comforting a wounded wildcat, but I did not expect this wildcat to be so wild.

Before my hand even touched the girl's shoulder, she raised her head tearfully and then, caught off guard, slammed hard against the edge of the tub.

"No!" I screamed out in shock at the girl's suicidal behavior. But the girl seemed even more frightened and hit her head against the tub several times.

How could I have expected the girl to have a death wish? I have always been known as "calm" but I was scared and confused at this point. In a panic, I covered the girl's forehead with my hand.

"Ouch!"

The girl hit her forehead hard again, so the back of my hand hit the bathtub with a fierce bump, and my finger bones hurt like they were broken. After I yelled out in pain, I hurriedly hugged the strange girl tightly.

"Are you crazy?"

I have always remained calm and steady, but at this moment, I almost roared a broken voice. If what just shattered was not my finger bones, it most likely would be the girl's skull.

"Let go of me! Let go of me!"

The wildcat in my arms cried hoarsely and wearily, her slender hands pounding wildly on my body. She was close to an emotional breakdown.

The skin on my palm is cold as if I am holding a block of ice in my arms.

But the ice seems to be encasing the magma. There is a constant flow of heat from contact.

"Please... Please... Leave me alone..."

I have never been in such a chaotic mood for a moment. A person who appeared without warning committed suicide in front of me without reason. Everything happened in less than a minute.

My mind was still stuck on the first moment when the girl lifted her wet eyes to look at me...

I don't know what I was thinking. I only knew that I would never, ever allow the girl in my arms to die here.

"Let go of me..."

"You are driving me crazy!"

Ignoring the girl's struggling hands, I picked her up from the water, where she writhed like a fish.

Without saying a word, I walked out of the bathroom and threw the girl on the bed.

What should I do to calm this little wildcat?

I tried to communicate with the girl, but my approach was met with hysterical screams. I had to take a few steps back.

The girl was too defensive, like an animal fighting to the death against a hunter. Too bad she doesn't know I'm just trying to help her.

During the brief confrontation, I was able to find time to think.

Why is this girl here?

All the clues point to the fact that it was Mark's fault.

I had heard that Mark would tease some pretty girls, but I didn't think he would go so far. Even reluctant girls he had to use tricks to capture.

I know exactly what an asshole my son is, and I've heard of all the scandalous things Mark has done. I tried to stop it, but sometimes the so-called "victims" are self-indulgent. They want Mark's money and are willing to trade their young bodies for profit.

But this young girl in front of me is clearly different. I can easily figure out what Mark thinks of her.

Clean, pure, pathetic, weak, and easily aroused the sadistic desires of others.

Like a lamb to the slaughter.

Oh no, I can't over-associate anymore.

"Don't worry, Mark won't hurt..."

The girl screamed at the name "Mark" at the beginning of the sentence.

I sighed.

Just now, outside that door, I thought that my son could be saved, that our relationship could be fixed, but now...

Sure enough, it's time for me to discipline Mark.

I changed my approach, and instead of talking or walking up to the girl to frighten her, I first looked around the room to see if there was anything I could use.

Although my son rarely came home, I did my part as a father. I furnished his room with everything, including a medical kit for trauma.

I retrieved the antiseptic alcohol and bandages. Looking toward the bed, the frightened, frail young girl was sunken into the large, soft bed, curled up unconsciously.

It looked like she was in a semi-conscious state.