An unexpected fate.

Caitlin worked as a barista every evening at a bustling café in town, relying on her earnings to fund her college education. Her aunt Mariah, who was unkind and refused to offer any financial assistance, would not support her niece's academic pursuits.

To stay at Mariah's home and cater to her needs, Caitlin had to toil day and night. Mariah had taken her in primarily to exploit her as a servant.

Despite facing such challenges, Caitlin, a twenty-year-old young woman of remarkable beauty, exuded grace in every way. Mariah, consumed by jealousy over her niece's beauty, mistreated her in the hopes that the constant workload and lack of rest would mar her appearance. However, to Mariah's dismay, Caitlin only grew more radiant, much to her cruel aunt's displeasure.

With a curvaceous and beautiful figure, her charming smile had the power to soften the most hardened hearts. She possessed stunning long, brown hair and a petite yet strong frame.

Despite her petite stature, many mistakenly perceived her as immature. In reality, she was a mature young adult striving to secure a brighter future. Her captivating honey-brown eyes were the envy of many, drawing second glances wherever she went.

One fateful evening during her usual night shift at the cafe, a wealthy and handsome young man entered. His aura of mystery and good looks captivated all the women present, who couldn't help but admire him.

He had deep, piercing black eyes and a perfectly chiseled physique, along with a commanding, towering presence that hinted at his wealth. Accompanied by his assistant, a tall and charming figure in his own right, both exuded an aura of sophistication. The assistant, clad in a dark suit and sporting dark shades, placed a coffee order on his behalf as they settled in.

As Caitlin approached to serve him, the handsome young man glanced up and found himself immediately struck by her natural beauty. Unable to tear his gaze away, he was entranced by her allure, his admiration quickly turning into a more carnal desire. Consumed by a lustful yearning to possess her as he had with other women, he instructed his assistant, Darian, to gather information about her.

In a low voice, he murmured into his assistant's right ear, "Learn more about that girl." His assistant acknowledged with a nod. Approaching the cafe owner, he kindly shared details about Caitlin, and in exchange, the assistant handed over a substantial sum of money. Mr. Paul's face lit up with joy as he eagerly counted the cash.

Returning to his master, Darian shared the gathered information, receiving his undivided attention.

"I understand... She is truly stunning. I must have her tonight," he declared bluntly.

Darian was well aware of his master's history of deceit and mistreatment towards women. Despite this, he agreed to help him pursue the desired girl, knowing exactly how to ensnare any woman his master desired. He patiently awaited the opportune moment to set his trap.

They lingered in the cafe until closing time, and as Caitlin prepared to depart, they followed suit. With no taxis in sight and the late hour bringing a chill to the night, she had no option but to walk home.

Clutching herself against the cold, she hastened her steps along the desolate highway. Suddenly, a black Tesla drove past her and came to a stop. Reversing, it pulled up beside her. The window lowered gradually, revealing the familiar face of the handsome young man she had noticed earlier at the cafe.

"Hello, beautiful," he greeted her innocently, flashing a charming smile. Despite her attempts to ignore him, he trailed her slowly in the car.

"You're walking alone. Hop in, let me give you a ride," he insisted.

His voice possessed a compelling depth that could easily sway any woman, yet Caitlin remained resolute. She needed to make her way home without his assistance, as otherwise, her aunt would inundate her with a barrage of questions.

"No, thank you. I'll manage on foot."

"Are you sure? Look, you're trembling. Don't be stubborn. Please, just get in," he implored, his tone gentler and more persuasive this time. Although Caitlin found his persistence offensive, she understood that this man would not relent until she acquiesced to his offer.

After contemplating for a moment, she reluctantly agreed. Considering the long journey ahead on foot, she decided not to risk arriving home late. Darian courteously opened the car door for her, and as the vehicle accelerated, his assistant, seated beside her, swiftly pressed a handkerchief containing a powdery substance over her nose. In the next instant, she lost consciousness...

Awakening in a dimly illuminated room, Caitlin found herself on a large bed. Startled, she sat up swiftly, trying to piece together her surroundings and what had transpired before. It wasn't long before the memory of the handsome young man and his assistant came flooding back.

"Have they kidnapped me?" she wondered fearfully as the door creaked open, and the young man entered. His sleeve was casually unbuttoned, revealing his perfectly sculpted chest and broad shoulders.

"Hey there, beauty. Are you awake?" he inquired with a menacing smirk, sending a shiver down Caitlin's spine. His eyes gleamed with desire.

"Where am I?" she managed to utter, her voice trembling with apprehension.

"It's not important. What matters is that you belong to me tonight," he declared in a dark and serious tone, his intense gaze piercing through her with each glance.

Her heart raced in her chest, fear gripping her tightly, yet she summoned her courage and rose to her feet.

"Please, let me go!" she pleaded in a trembling voice, but he only responded with a smile.

"Don't worry, I won't harm you... but if you try anything funny, you might regret it," his dark grin sent a chill down her spine.

Attempting to dash the door, he seized her arm firmly, pushing her back onto the bed. As she fell, her skirt rode up, exposing her thighs. With a smirk, he advanced towards her, reaching out to touch them, but she resisted and moved away.

"Please... I'm begging you, let me go!" she implored.

"I've already told you, I'll let you go when I'm done. You're so beautiful, and I enjoy the company of beautiful women," he whispered with a sinister tone, prompting a frightened scream to escape her lips.

"You're stranded in the middle of nowhere. No one can come to your rescue. Moreover, this wall is soundproof. Feel free to scream, but be aware that any screams will only invite more pain," he warned menacingly.

His eyes now glinted like those of a malevolent entity. The smile had vanished, replaced by an expression of irritation at her cries. Caitlin understood that escape was futile; this marked the conclusion of her ordeal. She buried her face in her hands, tears streaming down her cheeks.

Perceiving her resignation, he proceeded to kneel over her, callously removing her clothing. Caitlin shielded her eyes with her hands, offering quiet sobs as he carried out his actions. A cruel smile crept across his face as he stripped her completely bare.

He proceeded to undress while she could not bear to witness the act. Tears streamed down her face as he grinned smugly at his triumph.

"Please… please, no! Don't do this!" she pleaded through uncontrollable sobs, but he remained indifferent to her begging.

"No… no… please," she cried out, letting out a piercing scream of agony.

***

After a moment, he got dressed, observing her trembling form and sorrowful cries. She curled up, still hiding her face as she cried louder. He watched her lying there, exposed and vulnerable, feeling a surge of pity that made him want to extend a helping hand and offer an apology. However, his pride prevented him from doing so, and he cursed quietly to himself. Why was he experiencing these emotions? Why did he suddenly feel remorse for her? He had been in similar situations with numerous women before, yet he had never felt this way about any of them.

Unable to bear her presence any longer as her cries weighed heavily on his conscience, he hastily summoned a maid to assist her.

"Get her cleaned up and take her away!" he commanded in a strained voice. The fearful middle-aged woman in his employ promptly aided the distraught girl, wrapping her in a shawl and escorting her out with her clothes. Although she had witnessed similar episodes involving her employer before, the sight of this young girl's distress deeply pained her. Despite her sympathies, she was bound by the substantial sums of money she received to allow him to commit such acts in her home and maintain secrecy.

The maid drew a hot bath for Caitlin to alleviate her suffering and help her get dressed. The girl continued to weep uncontrollably.

"I'm truly sorry. The master behaves in that manner, and unfortunately, there's nothing I can do to assist you," she lamented to Caitlin.

Caitlin's tears flowed even more profusely as Darian drove her back home. The weight of her misfortune was heavy on her heart, and she couldn't find solace in her sorrow. As he navigated the car, Darian stole glances at her, observing her sobbing form with a deep sense of pity. While he typically remained indifferent to the plight of the girls mistreated by his employer, this time was different; he couldn't help but feel a pang of genuine sadness for Caitlin. Knowing that she had endured abuse and that justice seemed out of reach only intensified his empathy.

Upon arriving at her house, he silently dropped her off and swiftly departed. Caitlin slipped into her room unnoticed, hoping to evade Mariah's attention. Once alone, she collapsed onto her bed, clutching her pillow tightly as fresh tears streamed down her face.

Alone with her pain and secrets, she had to maintain a facade of strength, pretending that the ordeal never occurred. She hoped that in a few days or perhaps longer, everything would settle down on its own. She tried to calm herself and push the distress aside, believing that time would heal the wounds. However, she would soon realize that her optimism was unfounded.