In the master bedroom of one of the most luxurious villas in the Royalle Atlantic, one of the most expensive and luxurious locations in the city of New York, the bodies of a man and a woman were intertwined on the large bed. There were clothes and undergarments scattered on the floor in a disorderly manner.
Sarah woke up and tried to stretch her stiff body but hissed in pain. All her body felt sore as if she had been run over by a tractor. And the man's hand was around her waist, holding her in a strong grip. She tried to move his hand away, but it wouldn't bulge.
Her movements caused the blanket to slip off her body, showing purple bruises and love marks all over her white skin. She had always known he was a monster; he wasn't even gentle when he took advantage of her in her most vulnerable state. She felt a splitting headache as she remembered bits and pieces of what had happened yesterday.
