"It is a pleasure to have you here, Professor! Having you here with us throughout the ceremony represents a privilege for which we are extremely grateful. And even though you already had a full schedule, you could still remember the organization's simple gathering."

"You're welcome."

Several greetings and pleasantries were spoken to Charlotte when she was about to leave the party. She was already in her late forties, and nothing could compete with her time attending such events.

Charlotte was not only a well-known entrepreneur who purchased and sold scraps and production wastes, but she was also an outspoken advocate of the protection and rights of women. She hoped that by engaging in a variety of activities, she would be able to discover inner peace.

But deep in her heart lies nothing but emptiness.

Charlotte walked to the hotel parking lot. She drank a little bit of wine at the party, but she was sober enough to drive. The place was far from the city proper, and only this small hotel was in town.

Inns and motels were barely comparable to the comfort the hotel could offer, yet Charlotte could not reserve a room for the night, so she could only travel back home.

When she entered, the parking lot was too dark for her liking, and the dim lighting made it look eerie. To locate her car, she decided to use her car's key. "There you are!" She hurried to her car with a sigh of relief. Wearing heels and a skirt made her feel inconvenient most of the time.

While walking alone, she did not feel anything odd until she got into her car. A gun was directly pointed at her head. Her trembling hands were evident under the little illumination of light. Yet her fear of facing the intruder made her close her eyes. "What do you want?"

She tried to calm down and said, "I can give you money. How much do you want?"

The intruder did not speak. The gun hit her head without much thought, and she fell unconscious. The intruder carried her out of her car and transferred her to the backseat. He also took her car keys and drove the car back to her home.

It could be seen that the intruder was very familiar with her. He must be a close relative or an insider. The man brought her to her apartment and locked the door behind them. He laid her on the bed and tied her hands. Then he chose the dimmest lighting in the room before waking up Charlotte.

Cold as ice.

The splash of water awakened Charlotte. The air-conditioner was turned full without a heater setting. She shivered at the wetness of her clothes and the low temperature in the room. It took her a while to realize that she was tied to the bed in a kneeling position. And the barely visible lighting around her made it difficult for her to see the face of the intruder. "What do you want from me?"

The intruder removed the cap he was wearing. "Did you miss me?"

Charlotte's eyes widened in disbelief when she saw her ex-husband. 

When she was younger, there were so many times when she wished her husband would appear and comfort her. But he never did, and not once did he hear her thoughts. Right now, there was nothing in her heart but disgust, just by looking at his handsome face, full of maturity.

'This is the face of the animal who betrayed me!' Hatred filled Charlotte's eyes.

"Darling, are you mad? But this night couldn't have been better. Darling, she left me. I hate to admit, but you were right." David sat in front of her and touched her butt. "You are truly the only person suitable to stay by my side, my darling."

"You disgust me!" Charlotte spoke with anger on her face.

She received a painful slap from David. "I'm sorry, my darling." His hand roamed on Charlotte's thighs. "You're wet. Let me help you."

Charlotte struggled with all her might, but the rope that tied her to the bed made it impossible to escape. David removed Charlotte's underwear. He smelled her scent on it and then put it in her mouth. Next, he removed Charlotte's blouse and skirt. Her milky white skin tempted him, and so he kissed her shoulders.

"Darling, you're as beautiful as ever."

Charlotte wanted to scream, but no one would hear her.

The man ripped her bra and pushed her rudely on the bed.

He sprayed a potion on Charlotte. Then he removed his clothes. Charlotte could see the frenziness in David's eyes. The mermaid line he used to maintain was no longer there. The muscles he was proud of were gone. Charlotte felt nauseous at the sight of her ex-husband's body.

"Guess what didn't change?" He chuckled as he leaned on Charlotte.

This time, the potion he sprayed in the air was taking effect. Charlotte could feel her body warm up at David's touch. Tears welled her eyes, but she couldn't free herself from the shackles. 

David's tongue found her breasts and played with them, with his hands never resting. "Moan for me, darling." He suddenly bit one of them and made Charlotte scream. "That's right! Scream for me!"

He ravaged Charlotte's body with kisses and bites like a wild dog. Then, as he reached the peak of his addicted condition, he opened Charlotte's legs and buried his face to her core. He sucked on Charlotte's sweetness, but this pained her.

Later on, he even put himself in her mouth, which almost choked her to death. But the wild man didn't stop. He forced himself within her core. The hardness was terrible, and Charlotte could only cry in silence, filled with unwillingness. She wanted to push the man away.

David turned Charlotte's body. With Charlotte's back facing him, he entered her and rammed into her core without an ounce of mercy. The stinging pain made Charlotte think that she was already bleeding down there. But David did not bother to care. He was in his own fantasy.

Charlotte never knew when David finished the torture after she passed out.

In the morning, Charlotte saw the marks of torment on her body. There were several bite marks, bruises, and wounds. These made it impossible for her to wash herself. So, she lay on the bed naked and let time pass by.

There were no tears left for her to cry.

And for the first time, she thought of killing someone.