Dahlia invincibly feels there's a need to run away from her own emotions.

She's afraid of her own heart - it's always asking for more that it drains anyone who offers theirs.

Carter stares at her like she's the only person he loathes - full of shame, disgust, and rage. She doesn't know why she was hurt by the way he looked at her. Sure, he still is, but his stare is not the same anymore. His coldness crumpled her like a thin paper soaked in tears. Everything sure has changed now.

Dahlia  tried to calm herself down. She quickly averted her eyes from him and ignored what he said. She didn't have to explain anything to him. She didn't have to say or ask him. It never entered her mind that they would meet again after so many years.

What is he doing here?

Dahlia walked straight and turned her back on Carter. But even before she could go far enough, he quickly and violently grabbed her wrist and pushed her with all his might, causing her to lean against the car there.

Dahlia winced when she felt the pain in her back then realized with hindsight that this should be his car. He seems to have anticipated that she would leave by the back door, and then come here and wait for her to bring herself into his grasp..

"What are you doing?!" Dahlia shouted at him and tried to get out of Carter's grip but it was just too tight.

When she looked up at him, she was surprised because he was too tall for her. There she saw the flame in his eyes and he seemed to be shivering. His jaw clenched and met her gaze with his burning eyes.

"You didn't answer my question," Carter answered her coldly.

Dahlia frowned and looked away from him again. With him so close to her, she could already smell the mixture of wine and his perfume. Her heart is pounding for no apparent reason.

"Get off me, crazy jerk!"

"We haven't seen each other for three years. Don't you have anything to say to me? Running away is still your favorite thing to do, huh," he said.

"What are you talking about? I don't even know you," she told him emphatically and almost choked because of the extreme frustration she felt.

This guy really knows how to corner her.

Carter grins. She felt, even more, the tightness of his hold on her.

"I don't think you have amnesia based on how you responded to my kiss earlier. Or do I need to remind you who I am?" He told her seemed threatening, so she looked at him again.

"I don't have anything to say to a stranger. Get off me!" Dahlia coldly replied to him.

But she guessed she did it wrong because it only made him even angrier.

Carter attacked her for a kiss again, and this time, she felt more of his anger at the kiss he was giving her. She can already taste the rusty taste on his lips. He even bit her lip!

Dahlia clenched her teeth tightly. This behavior seemed to successfully stop him. He gave up her lips and began to kiss along my cheek all the way to her neck.

This finally made her relax for a moment. But the next second, she found she was wrong. Carter suddenly lifted the skirt she was wearing!

Dahlia felt his warm hand caressing my thigh upwards, rubbed her buttocks across her underwear, and even wanted to stretch his fingers into her underwear.

"Carter, are you crazy!" Dahlia couldn't help shouted.

Then she heard him chuckling virtuously. He took the opportunity to kiss her again. This time he succeeded.

"Now you finally remember who I am." He uttered between their kisses.

Dahlia's eyes widened with surprise at his impudence and unbridled behavior.

She can still hear his moan and heavy breathing. Obviously, his sexual desire was not satisfied, and she could still feel his fiery male genitals pressing against her abdomen, which made her shiver.

But strangely, he didn't continue. Instead, he gasped and tried to calm down. He even helped her tidy up her dress, which he had crumpled.

Still pressing Dahlia against the door, Carter buttoned her jacket and ran his fingers through her tousled hair, appreciating her blushing face with satisfaction.

She felt like he was treating her like a Barbie doll he had been longing for for a long time. All his actions implied a strong desire for possession and domination.

"This time, you're not going anywhere, Dahlia." Carter said, and quickly picked her up and got her into his car.

"You bastard, let me out of here!"

Dahlia was shoved into the passenger seat of Carter's car, then watched as he locked the door and trapped her. She could only bang on the window to get his attention.

But he completely ignored her, walked around to pick up her bag on the ground, and then calmly sat in the driver's seat, then quickly started the engine.

"So, where are you taking me? You're just a guest of Wild Rover. I'm off duty now. You have no right to take me away."

Dahlia hurriedly took the bag thrown by him and held her bag tightly in her arms, as if this would bring her a sense of security.

"Fasten your seat belt." Carter said, and then kept looking at the road without replying to any of her questions.

"Shit." Dahlia hissed.

She knew he would neither tell her where he was taking her nor let her off. She can only turn her head and stare at the gradually strange street outside the window.

Carter has abandoned her for three years. Wasn't he engaged to Claire? Why did him suddenly appear in front of her now? What was his purpose?

A lot of problems entangled in her heart.

A few moments of silence passed, and Dahlia just noticed the car stop in front of a villa. She glanced at Carter suspiciously, but he only silently turned off the engine, got out of the car, walked over and opened the door for her.

"Walk by yourself, or I'll just carry you in."

Dahlia knew she couldn't resist Carter. So she could only pretend to have a cold face to cover up her weakness.

"Don't touch me. I can go by myself."

Carter just sneered.

The villa looks a bit old, but the decoration is in the Baroque style that she likes, and the rooms are very clean. She was guessing this is one of his more frequent residences.

"We need to talk." Dahlia stood in the hall with her hands around her chest.

"Talk about what?" Carter pressed her step by step, "About how you blow a man's dick in a bunny girl's clothes?"

Dahlia blushed angrily! She never thought he would insult her with such words.

"Carter Anderson! I'm talking to you seriously! I think we've broken up. You have no right to criticize my behavior."

"Do you know what I was thinking when I saw you tonight? I thought, I should have fucked this bunny girl. I should have fucked you three years ago, Dahlia. How many men have you slept with over the years? Are you relying on your body to attract so many guests?"

"W... What?" Dahlia couldn't believe what she had heard.

The burning anger in Carter's eyes is much more visible. She can also see strong desire along with that anger. It was on fire and nothing seemed to be able to stop him.

Instead of answering her, he quickly stepped on her and then pressed her on the sofa. Carter attacked Dahlia again with a violent and painful kiss. Meanwhile, she felt him constantly tearing her skirt.

Dahlia hurriedly tried to save her skirt from him, but it was all in vain. He easily liberated her breasts from her bra, then buried his head in her chest and began to taste her nipples with relish.

She felt a strange feeling coming from her chest and couldn't help crying out in shame.

Suddenly, Dahlia no longer recognizes who this man is in front of her.

This is not Carter anymore. This is no longer the man she once knew and loved. He looks like a mad ape-more of a beast rather.

Dahlia felt disgusted by what Carter did and her mind can't accept that because he himself is doing this kind of thing to her. It's because Carter's image to her is calm and gentle. She carries that to this day. He's everyone's ideal guy and she was so lucky when she found out he likes her and he loves her so much.

But everything has shattered down, and it drains her.

The disgust and shame Dahlia felt for herself because of what those people did to her at the bar seemed to overwhelm him.

She feels like her heart is slowly burning in pain.

She feels like drowning.

All this feeling reached its peak when Carter licked and kissed her private part all the way down her abdomen.

She wanted to kick him away from her but he easily grabbed her ankle. Carter grabbed her ankle, then separated her legs, and showed everything about her in front of his eyes.

"W-what are you going to do? Carter! Are you crazy!?" Dahlia cried, in despair.

"I'm crazy, Dahlia," Carter whispered weakly but scary. "Yes, I'm crazy and you caused all of this."

This was a complete nightmare for Dahlia.

Her ex boyfriend, who broke up with her three years ago, pressed her on the sofa. Her skirt has been completely torn by him, and her bra has been thrown aside by him. Her whole body is nearly naked, leaving only her underwear to maintain her last bit of dignity.

But he was still well dressed.

This difference made her feel ashamed. This made her feel that Carter did not treat her with an equal attitude, but played with her wantonly as a sex toy.

He wanted to throw her into the hell of lust, and then stood by and watched her gaffe coldly.

"C-Carter, please! Don't do this! I'm sorry!" Dahlia cried but he didn't even care. "Please! I'm begging... I'm sorry.. I'm sorry... Please..."

"It's all too late to apologize, Dahlia." He whispered in her ear like a devil, it was full of hatred and pain. "Do you think I will still believe your fucking lies like what I did before?"

As he spoke, he took off his tie and tied her hands. Then she could feel his hand travel to different parts of her body. She tried to struggle but she could not move because her hand was tied.

Carter quickly took off his pants as he continued to kiss her body. There, she saw his large maleness and his eagerness to do it forcibly with her.

Dahlia doesn't even know what to do or feel anymore.

Carter rocked her body against him. His tongue reached into her mouth like a hungry beast. When he stopped, it left her panting and gasping for air while still sobbing.

This long nightmare seemed to have no end until he finally took off her underwear and slowly separated her legs again. He positioned himself at her hole. Dahlia could feel his huge dick now outside her creamy folds.

Fire pooling low in her abdomen, while he rubbed his dick against her slit again and again.

All she could do was beg him again and again. She even gradually felt breathless and dizzy.

The toil of the past few days and what she has suffered tonight are finally honestly reflected in her body.

Dahlia could feel her fever, and then she gradually lost her consciousness and could no longer think.

Maybe, facing this nightmare, a coma was even a gift to her?

Thinking like this, she finally fell completely into the darkness.

*** ***

Dahlia's desperate sobs woke Carter up from a disgusting fantasy in his mind.

At first, he lied to himself. He was just retaliating against her. He was just venting his anger, but soon he realized that he was still fascinated by Dahlia's body. Even after so many years, she is still the only one who can easily arouse his desire and easily make him lose his mind.

Carter brainwashed himself over and over again that she deserved it! Dahlia cheated on him and had sex with another man while they were in a relationship! She should just pay for what she did to him that to this day he still carries!

So he ignored all her entreaties and cries and decided to really possess her body.

But things quickly went beyond his expectations. He suddenly found that Dahlia's cheeks were flushed abnormally.

Carter hesitated to stop all his actions, although just "stop" made him tremble, his veins burst, and sweat like rain. He reached out and gently touched Dahlia's forehead.

"Damn it!" Fucking that she was running a fever!

Carter cursed, but he could only wrap her naked body in a blanket, then took her to the bedroom and called his family doctor.

After placing her, he looked at Dahlia's angelic, innocent face as she slept in bed and turned to go to the bathroom.

Carter opened the shower and closed his eyes tightly. As soon as the hot water poured all over his body while closing his eyes, Dahlia's beautiful face and her attractive body immediately registered in his mind.

He glanced at his maleness. Then he realized again that Dahlia still had a strong attraction for him, which made him punch the wall angrily.

He doesn't want to admit it - that Dahlia still has been the only woman who caught his attention. Her pure and innocent look while her body is hell captivating makes him want to make love with her every day.

Almost every man back then wanted her - something that drove him even crazier.

That despite the anger and hatred he feels for her, she still gets him without her knowledge - she still weakens him without her knowledge. She can still make him beg and kneel down just for her to kiss him.

Carter cussed repeatedly. He grabbed his mad maleness and started raising and lowering his hand. He closed his eyes as he imagined Dahlia's beautiful face.

After an hour of imagining wild things about her and a few minutes of showering, he came out of the bathroom only to find Dahlia still sleeping on his bed.

Claire was right then. Dahlia is not just a simple woman. Everyone wants her. Everyone wants to taste her and fantasize such wild things with her, yet here he is.

Carter pulled back her quilt and exposed her pure body to the air.

Her eyes were closed, her hands clenched beside her head, and her sleeping position was as pure as a baby. But her body curve is extremely mature and sexy. Her breasts stood upright in the air, and they were even covered with the traces of his kissing -- just over an hour ago, Carter was wantonly kneading and tasting them.

It wasn't until his phone rang that he was pulled out of his whirling thoughts. It should be the family doctor.

Carter took a final look at her body. Even in deep sleep, she seemed to feel his gaze, frowned uneasily and curled up.

Looking at her poor appearance, he suddenly smiled and gently covered her with a quilt.

How could a fuck her once be enough calm his anger?

"My dear Dahlia, it's not an end. This is just the beginning."

Dahlia woke up when she felt hungry and nauseous.

When she opened her eyes, she was exposed to a relatively dim room and only the lampshade on the side table served as light.

She got up immediately. She peeked at her body under the blanket wrapped around her and there she saw that she was wearing a brand-new silk nightdress.

Yes, she remembered that her blouse and bra were torn as well as the skirt she was wearing. But she refused to think about who put on the clothes for her.

Dahlia bit her lower lip and felt herself.

It wasn't long before she realized everything that happened last night.

The excruciating pain in her whole body is eating her up alive, especially her exhausted feeling. She has been awake for a while and she was still remembering what happened last night. She breathed a sigh of relief when she felt nothing or any pain in that part - maybe Carter didn't do it to the end.

Perhaps he did not pursue what he planned to do to her. For some reason, she doesn't know and she has no intention of finding out.

Dahlia rolled her eyes across the room. She looked down at the terrace that was open as the curtain danced because of the wind. Her eyes even caught the tie Carter used on her last night. She felt angry again but she immediately ignored that.

When she turned her gaze to the clock, her eyes narrowed, even more, when she saw that it was about noon. She can't remember how she fell asleep last night - the last thing she remembers is Carter abruptly stopping what he was doing to her before he finally left on top of her.

Maybe she was just too tired to sleep. During this period of time, the endless exams, her grandmother's illness, and all kinds of difficult guests she meets every night have made her so tired that Carter's appearance has become the last straw that weighs on the camel.

As Dahlia's mind continued to fly, the door suddenly slammed and it spat out Carter who immediately focused his cold gaze on her. Before she could speak, he suddenly threw something in front of her, so her forehead frowned.

"What is this?" Dahlia said and picked up the paper.

"Doesn't that look like paper?" Carter said philosophically, so she looked at him in amazement.

"Are you joking? You are not funny," she said.

He looked deeper at her and leaned against the door jamb with his arms crossed. He had no upper garment and only wore sweatpants. Before Dahlia could look down at his body, she quickly averted her eyes.

"Sign it." Carter commands. His voice was cold and seemed very lazy.

She ignored what he said and glanced at the whole paper. Her forehead furrowed as she read what was written there.

SLAVE AGREEMENT

I, ________, hereafter called ANDERSON'S SLAVE, agree to voluntarily give up all the rights, personal and legal, and become the personal property of my owner CARTER ALEC ANDERSON, hereafter called MY LORD.

The SLAVE agrees to obey and submit completely to her owner in all ways. There are no boundaries of place, time, or situation in which the SLAVE may willfully refuse to obey the directive of her owner.

The SLAVE also agrees that once entered into this SLAVE AGREEMENT, her body, her heart, mind, soul, and time belong to her owner, to be used as seen fit.

The SLAVE agrees to please her owner to the best of her ability, in that she now exists solely for the pleasure of her owner.

The SLAVE understands that all that she has, and all that she does, shall now move from right to privilege, granted only as her owner wishes, and only to the extent that her owner finds useful.

In an instant, the anger Dahlia felt for Carter revived. There's a lot more in there but she hasn't finished reading it yet because her brain can't accept it. She quickly turned to Carter, still watching her.

Dahlia laughed sarcastically.

"You're really joking," she said and threw the paper back at him.

"I will definitely not sign that useless contract. You're out of your mind," she added and started to organize herself because she could no longer bear to be with him in the same place.

"And you think I'm giving you a choice here?" Carter's voice was deep as if threatening, so she looked at him again.

There was a trace of anger in his eyes.

And he's the one who is mad now? What he wants her to do is to obey everything he will say. What does he think of himself? God? How absurd!

"And do you also think I will agree to whatever you want? You don't own me!" Dahlia yelled at Carter.

She blinked quickly when he immediately crossed the gap between the two of them and grabbed her by her neck. Her eyes widened as he picked her up and violently leaned against the wall as he strangled her.

"C-Carter, what are you doing?! It hurts!" She screams as she already feels fear because of what he is doing to her.

"You'll get hurt more and there is nothing you can do, Dahlia. You have no choice this time but to obey me or else..."

"Or else what? You'll bring me to hell? I'm in hell now! What else do you want?" Dahlia shouted at Carter while trying to get rid of his hold on her but he was too resistant.

He was fuming mad that he can kill her now! She couldn't understand where else his anger was coming from!

She just left him. Why was that such a big deal to him? He is handsome and rich! Many women will love him! Why is he still focusing on her now?

Carter's eyes hardened and narrowed into slits as he watched Dahlia. His jaw clenched even more.

"You don't know what I'm capable of, Dahlia. You don't know me very well yet so if I were you, sign the contract or I'll ruin your whole life including your job, your family and your friends. Try me." He threatened her.

Her heart pounded with pain. The more she looks at him now, the more she realizes that this is no longer really the former Carter she loved. He had really changed - something that made her heart heavier because of the fact that she still hoped that there was still good left in his heart.

Dahlia bit her lip to stop the path of her tears. That lump in her throat became heavier and more painful. Adding to her feelings was the difficulty of losing his hold on her.

"I-I won't sign any stupid contract from you, Carter," she told him emphatically, full of pain and hatred, and then pushed him violently.

Dahlia quickly turned away from him when she felt her tears fall. She picked up her belongings and was ready to leave, but before she could get away, he grabbed her again.

She looked at Carter full of hatred. They stared at each other until he suddenly threw his coat at her and looked all over her body.

"Wear it. You're showing your body too much," he ordered her. When she did not answer, he approached her again and touched her chin.

Dahlia blinked twice as her tears kept streaming down her face. She has nothing else on her mind but the desire to leave this place.

"Don't take my words as a joke, Dahlia. I am clearly warning you. I will give you three days to think about it, although you don't have any choice here. You probably don't want to lose everything, do you?" He mocked the threat at her and looked at her whole being again.

Dahlia gasps. She can feel her heart beating faster because of too much fear. She pushes Carter violently again and quickly leaves that place.