As Richard's body collapsed onto Ayaka's, his breath heavy and labored, he didn't stop. His hands moved with purpose, his fingers digging into her skin, leaving marks behind. He continued to thrust into her, his body moving with violence, his eyes filled with rage.
Ayaka's body shook, her sobs turning into screams as he hit her, his fists connecting with her skin, leaving bruises and cuts behind. Her eyes filled with pain and fear, she tried to push him away, but his body was like iron, unyielding and brutal.
As he continued his assault, Ayaka's body began to weaken, her screams growing weaker, her tears falling faster. Richard's eyes burned with a mixture of lust and anger, his body moving with a relentless determination, his mind focused on inflicting as much pain as possible.
With a final, brutal thrust, Richard's body shuddered, his release coming in a rush. His body collapsed onto Ayaka's, his breath ragged and uneven as he struggled to catch his breath.
As the room fell silent, Ayaka's body lay broken, her tears falling silently, her body bruised and battered from Richard's brutal assault. Her eyes locked on the broken necklace and scattered diamonds, a reminder of the life she had lost, the trust shattered beyond repair, she knew she had to fulfill the role of the dutiful wife in order get the better of him, but this, this was a huge misstep.
As Richard pulled out of Ayaka, his body still heaving with the aftermath of his release, he reached for his belt. His fingers deftly unbuckled it, the sound of the metal hitting the floor echoing through the room.
Ayaka's eyes widened in terror as she saw the belt in his hand, her body trembling with fear. She tried to crawl away, but Richard's hand shot out, grabbing her ankle, pulling her back towards him.
With a growl, Richard raised the belt, his eyes narrowing as he brought it down, the sound of the leather hitting her skin echoing through the room. Ayaka's screams filled the air, her body shaking with pain as he continued to hit her, each lash leaving a red mark on her skin.
As the belt hit her again and again, Ayaka's tears fell, her sobs turning into a low moan, her body trembling with pain and fear. Richard's eyes burned with a mixture of rage and satisfaction, his body moving with a determined purpose, his mind focused on inflicting as much pain as possible.
The room was filled with the sound of the belt hitting her skin, the smell of blood and pain filling the air. Ayaka's body lay broken, her skin marked with bruises and cuts, her tears falling silently as she struggled to survive through the brutal assault.
As the belt hit her one last time, Richard's body shuddered, his breath ragged and uneven. He dropped the belt, his eyes locking on Ayaka's battered body, his mind still consumed by rage and lust.
As the room fell silent, save for Ayaka's ragged breaths and the sound of her sobs, Richard's eyes locked onto her battered body one last time. With a final snarl, he grabbed his clothes from the floor, dressing himself quickly before turning to leave.
Ayaka's tear-filled eyes followed him, her body still trembling with pain and fear, her mind reeling from the brutality of his assault. As the door closed behind him, she let out a shaky breath, her body exhausted from the ordeal.
The room was silent once more, the only sound being the soft sobs that echoed through the space. Ayaka's eyes, bloodshot and swollen, locked onto the broken necklace and scattered diamonds on the floor, a painful reminder of the life she now found herself in.
With a heavy heart, she closed her eyes, her mind turning to the promise she had made with Ahmed. She knew that she would need to fulfill her end of the bargain, but the thought of facing him after such a brutal night with Richard left her feeling empty and broken.
As the darkness enveloped her, Ayaka clutched the broken necklace, her body trembling with pain and fear, her mind whirling with the knowledge that her life would never be the same again.
As the week passed, Ayaka's bruises and cuts had healed, but the emotional pain still lingered. One night, as darkness fell, Richard appeared in her room, his eyes burning with a mixture of anger and authority.
He sat beside her, his body tense, his hands gripping the bed frame tightly. "You've had a week to think about what you've done," he began, his voice low and dangerous. "I hope you've learned your lesson, Ayaka. I won't tolerate disloyalty."
Ayaka's heart raced as she looked into his eyes, her body tense, her mind still reeling from the brutality of the previous encounter. She forced herself to speak, her voice shaking with fear. "I understand, Richard. I won't do anything like that again."
Richard's eyes narrowed, his grip on the bed frame tightening. "Good," he growled, his voice filled with warning. "Because if you do, I won't be as gentle next time."
His hands moved with purpose, his fingers finding her body, his touch rough and demanding. He pulled her closer, his body crushing against hers, his lips crushing against hers in a bruising kiss.
Ayaka's body tensed, her mind screaming in protest, but she knew that she had to fulfill her role as the dutiful wife. Her lips returned his kiss, her body trembling with fear and pain, her mind lost in the darkness of her reality.
As Ayaka stood under the shower, the hot water running down her body, she couldn't help but think of her predicament. Her mind raced with options, each one more dangerous than the next. She thought of poison, of knives, of staging an accident, but each time, her mind recoiled in horror, knowing the consequences.
Her thoughts turned to Ahmed, the memory of their passion still burning strong. She knew that he owed her a favor, and she couldn't help but wonder if he could help her out of this nightmare. She knew it was a dangerous game to play, but she had no other options left.
With a determined look in her eyes, Ayaka finished her shower, her body still aching from the bruises and cuts of the previous night. She knew what she had to do, and she would do it, no matter the cost.
As Ayaka sat down to write the letter, her heart raced with anticipation and fear. She didn't know what to say, how to ask for his help without revealing her plan. She wrote the words carefully, her pen moving slowly across the paper.
"Dear Mr. Ali," she began, her voice echoing through the room, "I hope this letter finds you well. I need to see you urgently. I'll explain everything when we meet."
She hesitated, her pen hovering over the paper, before adding, "Please, I need your help. I can't say more in this letter, but I promise I'll make it worth your while."
With a sigh, Ayaka finished the letter, folding it carefully and sealing it with wax. She wrote his name on the outside, her hand shaking slightly. As she placed the letter on a small table, she couldn't help but wonder when she would hear back from him.
A week later, the sound of footsteps echoed through the room as a letter was delivered to her. Her hands shook as she ripped open the seal, her eyes scanning the words inside.
"Dearest Madame Ishikawa," it read, his voice echoing through the paper, "I am currently in the Serene Desert at the end of the town. You can come to me there if you wish, or I can come to you. Just let me know."
Ayaka's heart raced as she read his words, her mind whirling with possibilities. She knew that the desert was a dangerous place, but she also knew that she had to take the chance. With a determined look in her eyes, she took up a quill and ink, writing a quick response.
"Dear Mr. Ali," she began, her voice shaking slightly, "I will come to you in the Serene Desert. Just let me know the exact location, and I'll be on my way."
With a trembling hand, she sealed the letter and called for her assistant to have it delivered immediately. As she sat down, her mind racing with anticipation, she knew that her life was about to change in ways she could never have imagined.
Ayaka took a deep breath, steeling herself for the conversation ahead. She knew that she couldn't risk going to the desert without Richard knowing, so she prepared herself mentally, determined to play her role as the dutiful wife.
As she approached his room, her heart raced with anticipation and fear. She knocked softly on the door, waiting for his voice to call her in.
"Come," he growled, his voice filled with authority.
Ayaka stepped inside, her eyes locking onto his as she spoke. "Richard," she began, her voice steady and confident. "I need to speak with you."
Richard's eyes narrowed as he studied her face. "What is it?" he asked, his voice low and dangerous.
Before Ayaka could reply, Richard interrupted her. "Actually," he said suddenly, a sly smile creeping across his face. "I have some news of my own."
Ayaka's heart raced as Richard continued speaking. "I have a business trip coming up," he said. "It'll be for two weeks." His eyes locked onto hers with an intensity that made her shiver.
"I want you to take care of things around here while I'm gone," he added sternly.
Ayaka smiled sweetly at him in response. "Of course, Richard." Her voice was filled with sincerity and warmth. "I'll make sure everything runs smoothly while you're away."
As Ayaka moved closer to Richard, his eyes followed her every movement. She stood before him, her body on display, a silent invitation in her eyes. "Richard," she whispered seductively, her voice low and sultry.
His gaze lingered on the curve of her hips, the swell of her breasts. He took a deep breath, his eyes darkening with desire.
"Do you really think you can deny me for two weeks?" she continued, her voice a whisper against the silence. "You may be leaving soon, but I'm still here now."
As Ayaka spoke, Richard's hands moved with purpose. His fingers found the buttons of his shirt and began to undo them one by one as he pulled it off revealing his toned chest and abdomen.
"You're right," he growled in response, his voice thick with lust. "I can't deny myself this." His hand moved to unbutton his pants as he continued speaking.