CHAPTER 1

At 8 pm, it started raining outside, bringing relief after a long, hot day.

Mark Walson, a 30-year-old English professor, had returned home an hour ago, lucky to have avoided the rain.

He was tired, so he poured himself a glass of wine and listened to music. While sitting comfortably on his king-sized sofa.

Suddenly, someone knocked at his door, disturbing his peace. Irritated, he went to the main gate and opened the door to find a wet and shivering girl standing outside.

"Who are you, and what do you want?" Mark asked gruffly.

The girl looked at him, and a small smile appeared on her face, about to say some but it vanished when she heard his question.

Her face turned pale, and she murmured, "I lost my way, and it's raining. I have nowhere to go. Can I have shelter in your house for tonight, please?"

Mark observed the girl from head to toe, noticing her soaked dress had become transparent, revealing her curves.

Despite feeling a surge of dirty thoughts, he calmed down and said, "Of course, You can. How can I leave a lonely girl on the street like that ?"

He made space for her to enter and told her to come in. The girl nodded and entered the house.

He was leading her way through the corridor. He was walking ahead, and she was walking behind him. Her steps were slow and she kept her head low.

Meanwhile, his mind was making plans for hunting tonight. A small sly smirk was playing on his lips.

Mark took her to the guest room and said, "Go to the washroom and freshen up. Meanwhile, I'll arrange some clothes for you."

She nodded and looked towards the direction he showed. Mark went out of the room, and the girl looked at his back with sorrowful eyes.

Many thoughts are clouding her head, making her eyes moist. She wanted to say many things, but no word was forming from her mouth.

When he became invisible from her sight, she went to the washroom to freshen up.

In the washroom, she stood in front of the mirror, staring at her reflection. Her face looked tired and messy.

Strands of damp hair clung to her skin, framing her pale face. Her eyes were swollen, heavy with the weight of emotions she was trying to push away.

Her lips, bright red, trembled slightly from the cold.

Slowly, she raised her hand and traced her fingers lightly over her face, as if trying to recognize the person staring back at her.

A single tear threatened to escape the corner of her eye, but she quickly shook her head, willing herself not to cry.

She took a deep breath, trying to steady herself, but the ache in her chest refused to fade.

After freshening up, she wrapped herself in a towel and got out of the washroom.

Meanwhile, Mark was putting a shirt on the bed.

He noticed her presence and He raised his head to find her covered in a towel.

Looking at her like that, lust started making him lose his cool.

He looked at the other side to control himself.

He coughed a little and started to talk "I live alone, so I don't have any women's clothes. Please manage with this, and you can hang your clothes there. They'll be dry by tomorrow morning."

The girl nodded in reply.

, "I'll get you some food; you must be hungry." Saying that he walked towards the kitchen while shutting the door behind him, and the girl collapsed on the floor, bursting into tears, after he left the room.

She was feeling helpless. Her every hope started to scatter.

When Mark knocked on the door, she wiped her tears, calmed down, and wore the shirt. Mark entered the room carrying a bowl of pasta and said, "I'm not a great cook, but I managed to make some pasta. I hope you don't mind."

The girl didn't respond.

Mark handed her the bowl, as she took her seat on the bed. Mark sat beside her and noticed her swollen eyes. "Why are your eyes swollen?" he asked.

The girl hesitated before replying, in a hoarse voice."Maybe I caught a cold in the rain."

"Oh," That's what he all said in response. Though he knew she was lying, he didn't ask anything as he didn't have any interest in that.

They sat in silence for a while. The girl looked at Mark with many emotions in her eyes. She wanted him to tell her the reason why he was doing this, why did he do that?? Why did he make her suffer that much? But he failed to notice, thinking she was just touched by his kindness.

After a while, Mark asked, "Why don't you eat? The food will get cold."

Hearing that the girl took a bite, and Mark asked, "What's your name?" She paused before looking at Mark with sorrowful eyes and saying, "My name is Sarah."

Mark was amazed, feeling like he had heard the name before but couldn't recall where. He thought he might have heard it from one of the many women he had met.

He stopped thinking and said, "Your name is pretty."

Sarah didn't respond, and Mark asked, "Is this your first time here?" She nodded, and Mark asked, "Why did you come to this unknown place alone?" Sarah looked at him for a few seconds and lowered her head.

She replied in a low voice, "To find my dreams."

Mark didn't understand nor did he care.

After eating, Mark offered her a glass of wine, saying, "Would you like to have a glass of wine? You must have felt cold after being soaked by rain for a long time. It will help you to keep warm."

The girl looked at him, and again, she lowered her head looked at the floor and nodded.

Mark goes to the mini bar of his house, pours two glasses of wine, and puts some kind of drugs in some of the glass without her noticing.

He returned to the room and handed over the glass to Sarah.

They started to take sips of their wine.

After some time Sarah started to feel uneasy and uncomfortable.

Her whole body started to lose strength and she collapsed on the bed

She was fully conscious. But she had no strength to move, and her whole body was on fire.

Mark smirked looking at her like this.

He went near her and whispered in her ears, "You are so attractive and beautiful." She wanted to resist but couldn't.

Then he started to stroke her chicks with his thumb and then slid his finger to her chest.

Sarah was trying to say something but she couldn't form a word.

Tears were rolling down from her. eEyescontinuously.

Mark sealed her lips with his lips and started to unbutton her shirt.

Sarah surrendered herself. Tears started to roll down from her eyes.

Mark tortured her the whole night like a beast. He treated Sarah like she was not a human being but a toy for his dirty pleasure.

After he finished, he got up from the bed and left the room.

He went to his bedroom to sleep. At approximately 6:30 am, he got up and went to freshen up. Suddenly he remembered Sneha.

After getting ready for work, he took the cheque and headed towards the room where she was supposed to stay.

He didn't want any unnecessary troubles, and according to him, money is the solution to everything. At least that's what had been happening till now.

When he entered the room, he noticed it to be empty. Realizing the fact that she already left without causing any trouble gave him relief.

He was about to turn around to leave when he noticed a piece of folded paper was put on the being.

He frowned a little towards the paper and took it to unfold it. He notices that is a note. He starts to read.......

Authors note - I do not support rape, so I have no intention of romanticizing any rape case. Thank you.

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