PART 3

The house was incredibly large, and Carista was taken aback by the luxurious rooms adorned with pristine white walls and expensive decorations.

"Come here, Miss. Mr. Elgar has prepared the best facilities for you," said Mrs. Hana, the elderly woman who was the head servant in the house.

Carista remained silent as they guided her into a large, luxurious bathroom that exuded a unique and soothing vanilla aroma.

Her clothes were removed, and they led her to soak in a bathtub filled with foam and rose petals.

Carista felt awkward, wanting to dismiss the three servants who were with her. "Can you leave? I'm not used to being watched like this."

"I'm sorry, Miss, but Mr. Elgar has requested that we stay here to look after you," one of them replied.

Carista didn't say anything more and quickly finished her bath, cleaning the parts of her body that were covered in kiss marks from the man who had slept with her two hours ago.

Elgar was truly shameless. Carista hadn't expected to be trapped in the game he had set up, and now she had to find a way to escape, but she didn't know where to go.

After her bath, Carista was taken to the mansion's salon. Her hair was trimmed and styled, her eyebrows were shaped symmetrically, and her facial skin was treated with expensive products and sophisticated equipment.

Carista had never expected to be treated like a queen in such a short amount of time.

"Wear this dress, Miss. Mr. Elgar will be here soon," Hana said as she handed a white box to the woman sitting in the room.

Carista received the box, and she was surprised to find a short, thin garment inside, which would barely cover her sensitive areas even if she put it on.

"I don't want to wear this!" Carista refused as she handed the box back to Hana.

"I'm sorry, but this is an order—"

"Then I will never obey his orders!"

Hana sighed. "Very well, I'll excuse myself."

"Give me a different dress," Carista said.

"I'm sorry, Miss. We were instructed to provide you with this lingerie, and if you refuse, there are no other clothes for you to wear," Hana replied.

Carista stared in disbelief. Elgar and all of his servants seemed utterly mad, and all their words sounded absolute and had to be obeyed.

Click!

The door opened shortly after Hana left. A man in the same shirt he had worn earlier in the evening appeared at the door.

He smiled slyly as he unbuttoned his shirt, revealing his muscular and well-defined body.

"Why haven't you changed your clothes? Do you want to sleep with just a towel like this?" Elgar spoke as he tugged on the end of the towel wrapped around Carista's body.

"Ah, Elgar, stop!" Carista exclaimed.

He paid no attention and forced Carista to remove the towel until her beautiful and flawless body was exposed before him. Elgar swallowed hard, his eyes darkening, and in an instant, he kissed Carista's lips with great ferocity.

"Elgar, stop! We just did it this afternoon, didn't we?" Carista protested anxiously.

"Do you think I'm satisfied already?" Elgar smiled devilishly as he shook his head. He pushed Carista onto the bed and began to undress himself.

"Moan louder, I want you again and again, Carista," Elgar urged, beginning to caress Carista more gently than before, his kisses descending to her neck and dancing over her breasts.

Carista succumbed once more, Elgar's kisses contained an addictive quality that quickly overwhelmed her body. Now, he played with Carista's intimate areas using his tongue, causing the girl to moan uncontrollably.

A minute later, their union resumed. Carista, who could no longer think clearly, was now able to take control of the situation.

"I'm ruined... Elgar has made me like this," Carista thought.

Soft, heavy, and prolonged moans echoed in the room. Carista gazed at herself in the reflection of a large mirror in the wardrobe, feeling guilty and degraded deep inside, but she couldn't do anything now.

The image of her mother's agonized face had overcome her own sense of worth; this was the only thing she could do to solve all her life's problems.

Shortly after, Carista felt herself being shaken thoroughly by Elgar, and the man groaned heavily and lengthily. Moments later, warm liquid gushed into her body. Elgar filled her completely.

"Elgar... why are you doing this to me?" Carista asked sadly, not wanting any of his seed to escape.

"You're still asking why? Don't you know that you're the one who awakened the hungry lion?" Elgar kissed Carista's lips for a while and then covered the girl's body with a towel.

"Go take a shower and meet me in the dining room. You need to be energized because tonight, the real bedroom game will begin," Elgar said.

Carista shivered; Elgar's words sounded truly terrifying.

***

The EKG machine hummed loudly as medical staff entered the treatment room where a patient named Angela was experiencing severe convulsions.

"HER HEART RATE IS WEAK!"

"GET THE DEFIBRILLATOR!"

"INCREASE THE PRESSURE TO 200 JOULES!"

Angela's body thrashed, and the doctor intended to increase the defibrillator's power, but he didn't do it because it would be highly risky. A nurse began administering CPR to Angela, but their efforts proved futile.

The EKG machine's screen displayed a straight horizontal line, and all the devices attached to the woman's body had rapidly lost their functions.

"Note the time of death, and contact Miss Carista," Dr. Eric said.

All the equipment on Angela's body was removed, and a blanket was pulled up to cover her entire head and body. The woman who had just taken her last breath was then transferred to the morgue, awaiting Carista's arrival.

Someone stood behind the wall, monitoring everything that had been happening in Angela's treatment room. They could only breathe a sigh of relief and smile with joy when they saw Angela's lifeless body being taken out of the treatment room and prepared for transfer to the morgue.

The person followed along to the morgue, lurking until all the medical staff finished moving Angela's body. After everything was secure, they immediately entered the room, revealing a smile as they uncovered Angela's face.

"This is the most fitting retribution for you, Mrs. Angela. You should know who you're dealing with. Death is a very lenient punishment because you refused to marry Carista to me," the man said.

He took out his phone and took pictures of Angela's paling face, then sent these photos to Carista.

"Let's see how your beloved daughter reacts. She'll go insane, she'll search for me, and she'll beg me because she has no one left," he stated.