The car rolled to a slow stop in front of a massive white mansion and Jake stepped out right at that instant. Lillian remained in the car, wondering what was happening.

High walls topped with coiled barbed wire and surveillance cameras at every corner of the house. The garden was neatly trimmed, the yard too spacious to be a family home. The garage looked more like a luxury car dealership.

She finally alighted slowly after the car was parked in the garage, her eyes drinking in the new surroundings. Everything about the place screamed wealth and power. She didn't recognize the house, but she guessed it must be the place she'd been brought to while unconscious. She hadn't seen the outside until now.

She moved hesitantly toward the entrance, her heels clicking softly on the stone pathway. As she reached the front door, a loud crash echoed through the house, followed by a piercing scream.

"I swear, all I wanted was to help you, Jake! I couldn't stand by and watch my fiancé being dragged to court!" a woman screamed in Spanish.

Lillian froze with her heart leapt to her throat. She didn't understand what the woman said, but fear and desperation was laced in her voice.

She peeked into the house and saw her, a beautiful woman in a black glittering dress, standing behind a couch like it was a shield.

Lillian took a step inside hesitantly, watching the scene unfolded before her. Jake stood on the other side of the couch, his expression thunderous.

"Why the fvck did you intervene?!" He growled, his voice fiery and full of rage.

The woman cowered, her hands raised slightly. "I'm sorry! Please, forgive me. My love for you blinded me...."

"And that will send you to your early grave." Jake declared with a growl before pulling out a gun.

Lillian gasped audibly from where she stood, her wide eyes on the gun. Her legs were trembling. The woman screamed again in fear, and for a moment, it looked like Jake would actually shoot.

"Miguel!" An older woman's voice rang out. He froze mid-movement. The tension in the room thinned but didn't vanish.

Lillian turned her head and saw a woman, probably in her late forties, descending slowly down a wheelchair ramp. Her skin was brown, her hair braided neatly, and she moved with quiet authority.

Jake didn't turn immediately. He stood there, jaw clenched, his hand still gripping the gun. The woman before him had run for dear life after the old woman showed up.

When the old woman reached the bottom of the ramp, Jake finally turned, keeping his gun back in the holster. And for the first time, Lillian saw something entirely unfamiliar on his face.

A smile.

A soft one.

"You should be resting, momma," he said gently in Spanish, squatting before the wheelchair. He took her hand and kissed it with surprising tenderness, although his breath was still erratic.

Lillian stood in stunned silence. Momma? That was his mother? There was no resemblance at all. And yet, the effect she had on him was undeniable.

They exchanged a few words in Spanish. Lillian kept watching them until the front door opened. The man who took her to the court walked in, silent as always, his face neutral.

Their eyes met, and Lillian gave him a small tight-lipped smile. He didn't return it.

Efren walked over to Jake and bent to whisper something in his ear. Jake nodded slowly, then moved behind his mother's wheelchair and pushed her gently toward another hallway.

"You should learn to control your anger, Miguel," his mother said in English as they passed while Lillian's eyes followed them.

The woman looked peaceful and nothing like her son. Jake said nothing, only kept pushing.

Lillian exhaled, she had been holding her breath without realizing it. She entered the room further and found the maid who brought her food in the basement.

"Hey," She called.

Olivia was walking past carrying a tray of dirty plates. She was visibly surprised to see Lillian standing there, looking all fit and also wearing a designer suit.

"Hi," She said cautiously. She thought that Lillian was at the hospital since Efren took her there late last night. Why was she cleaned up to this level.

"I didn't get to tell you my name. I'm Lily,"

"Olivia." She responded, her eyes sizing her up before entering the kitchen. Lillian gulped before following her.

"Is there something I can eat?" She asked politely. She was really starving but there was a shift in Olivia's demeanor.

"You can warm the leftovers in the microwave," She replied flatly.

"I'm a vegan," Lillian informed her. She had many questions to ask her but the way she wasn't being rude and friendly made her swallow her words.

Olivia turned around with a dramatic smile, "Really? Tell me more about yourself," she said with exaggerated interest.

"Oh, wait. Are you going to tell me how you suddenly get to be on Mr. Hernandez's good side for him to gift you Hernan Luxe? Is that it?"

Lillian blinked. "I was asked to wear this to court. I'm a lawyer. I had to look presentable in court," she explained, then saw the relievedness in Olivia's eyes.

"Is that it?" She asked again to be sure, scratching the back of her head and Lillian nodded.

Her aura changed again before she flashed Lillian a grin, "I'll make you some vegetable stir-fry rice and tofu."

She was about to tell her that she could make it herself when Efren walked in.

"Bring her food to the room when it's ready," He told Olivia, who nodded. He gestured for Lillian to follow him and she did.

She made sure to remain silent. They climbed the stairs and stopped at a door that looked like it hadn't been opened in years.

"Clean it yourself," Efren said, turning to leave.

"Did Mr. Hernandez order me to be brought here?" she asked.

Efren looked at her, gave a single reluctant nod, and turned again.

"I'm Lillian. What about you?" She asked.

She wanted to start by making friends with the household... no allies.

"Not important," He replied.

"Well, thank you, Mr. Always-Frowning for taking me to the hospital."

Efren paused, turning slightly.

"It was Ms. Rose," he said, then walked away.

Lillian frowned. That name again. He had mentioned it before. Who was this Ms. Rose?

Her thoughts churned, recalling what the chief judge mouthed to her. But for now, if she wanted to escape or find her way back to safety, she needed to play smart.

Her gaze shifted toward the hallway Jake had taken his mother through. If anyone could change his mind, it was that woman.

A plan started to form in her mind; get close to the woman who could melt his heart.

Warning: This chapter contains sexual violations which might have you triggered. You can simply skip to the next chapter.

It was already deep into the night, and Lillian was still busy cleaning the room. Her hands moved slowly when a sudden knock on the door made her freeze.

Efren stood there, his expression hard. "The boss wants to see you now," he said firmly.

Something about the way he spoke made her chest tighten with fear. She didn't ask questions and silently she followed behind him, her footsteps heavy with dread. Her stomach churned the moment they started heading to the basement.

She glanced at the man leading her, hoping for some kind of clue but his face remained cold and detached. When they reached the basement, he opened the door.

She stared at him in horror, her eyes pleading for answers but he wasn't looking her way. She did a short prayer before entering and the door shut behind her with a loud thud.

Her breath caught when she saw Jake.

He was lounged in a chair, surrounded by a curly cloud of smoke. The thick scent of weed and something stronger filled the air. He took a long drag and exhaled through both his nose and mouth, his eyes half-lidded.

"You got a soft bed," he muttered, his voice slow and slurred. He sounded completely out of it; drunk, high, or both.

The room was dim, lit just enough to make out his shadowy form. She gasped when he suddenly sprang to his feet, and she instinctively rushed to the door, only to find it locked tight.

"I-I didn't ask for it," she said, her voice trembling.

He staggered closer, his steps uneven. "You ate my food," he said again, sounding almost like he was talking to himself.

When he got close, the sharp smell of alcohol hit her nose hard. His grey eyes stared right into her.

"But you're just a wh0re. Meaning, you will pay for everything with your body." he spat, his face only inches from hers.

She stood frozen, the weight of his stare paralyzing her. She wanted to argue but closed her mouth when he reached past her, then flipped a switch on the wall. Bright light filled the room instantly.

For a moment, she felt relieved to see better until her eyes landed on his shirt. It had dark red stains smeared across it. The floor, too... dark, sticky patches that could only be one thing. Blood.

Her breath caught in her throat. Had he killed someone here?

She gasped, though barely made a sound but he noticed. His hand grabbed her chin roughly. His tongue darted out in irritation.

"You're focusing on the wrong thing."

"Please... just let me go," she pleaded in fear. He wasn't in his right senses.

He leaned in, his smirk twisted. "Nah, you're my toy now. I can't possibly let you leave, not until... I'm bored."

She tried to push him away, panic setting in but he didn't budge. Instead, he caught her wrists and forced them above her head. It was then that she noticed a small red light blinking in the corner of the room. A camera.

Her heart dropped. Jake saw where she was looking and let out a slow, chilling grin. From behind his back, he pulled out a pair of handcuffs.

"I didn't get a chance that night," he murmured, "But guess what?"

He laughed quietly, but it sent cold chills down her spine. Before she could react, he clamped the cuffs on her wrists and she began to struggle, fear making her movements wild and desperate.

He spun her around and shoved her roughly against the wall, her chest slamming into the hard surface.

"Please, stop!" she screamed, but it was like he couldn't even hear her.

His eyes were fixed on the hem of her skirt, and nothing else seemed to matter to him. He forced her into a vulnerable position, his grip unrelenting despite her obvious discomfort as he pulled her clothes off her body.

Her body exposed and helpless, she trembled with tears blurring her vision as fear tightened around her chest.

He moved behind her, cold and calculated, making sure the camera caught every moment. The sound of his zipper sent a new wave of panic through her and she fought against her restraints, desperation clawing at her throat.

"Don't, please I beg you!" she continued to beg.

Adrenaline rushed through her veins and her struggles multiplies as she felt the cold air on her naked buTT.

Suddenly, he spread her legs apart and thrusted deep inside her from behind, ignoring her trembling pleas. She felt the muscle of her vagina tearing, stretching to his size.

Her head spun, she had ever felt this kind of pain before.

He was very rough, moving in and out of her. She kept begging him to stop, her voice breaking as her legs throbbed with discomfort. A warm wetness ran down her thighs, and a chill of dread spread through her.

It was her blood.

She felt violated to the core, overwhelmed by shame and anguish.

Jake was lost in his own world, a sense of pride flashed through him being the first man to taste her. He kept thrusting deeper, groaning in pleasure while gripping her butt.

His groans were disgusting to her ears, his hands were on her while hers were cuffed.

"Fvck," he moaned, enjoying the tightness of her pu$$y around his c0ck.

Lillian was no longer begging. The deed was done already, only crying from being helpless and vulnerable to him. She hated how her body was beginning to respond to his touch.

His movements grew rougher and she felt her emotions heightening.

"Say fvck me," he demanded, spanking her hard and she cried out. She shook her head, refusing to obey him.

Without a word, he pulled out and spun her around before he shoved her roughly against the cold wall. His hand closed tightly around her neck, cutting off her breath, his eyes burning with dark fury.

"You're testing my patience, huh?" he hissed with menace in his voice.

She struggled to breathe, fear rising as the tight grip left her gasping. Her hands were locked, making her helpless and the cruel silence between them stretched.

"Say it," he demanded again, his voice sharp as a blade.

Her throat tightened, words caught somewhere between terror and pain. His grip squeezed even tighter, his anger feeding on her silence. He was on the edge of snapping her head off her body.

The fleeting glimpse of the satisfactory pleasure he felt when he thrusted his cock inside her, how she tightened her pvssy around his c0ck made his grip loosen slowly.

She collapsed coughing violently while clutching at her throat as fresh tears spilled down her cheeks.

"Say it," he repeated.

Her voice barely rose above a whisper, trembling and broken, "F... f-fvck m..me,"

A twisted smile that curled on his lips sent a shiver down her spine. Then, he moved her to the table, bending her forward until her face pressed against the hard surface.

She cried out, the pain sharp and overwhelming as he continued from where he had stopped.

Jake's anger and frustration of the day drove him on relentlessly, crushing any flicker of resistance she had left.

When it finally ended, he cum on her butt, giving her a light spank moved away from her.

She curled up on the cold floor, every muscle trembling. Her body felt like a stranger's, betraying her with its reactions.

The terror of what had happened sank deep into her bones. He was a rapist.

Her eyes stayed fixed on him as he returned to his seat, lighting a cigarette with casual ease as if nothing had happened.

The smoke curled around him and she hated how calm he seemed. When she glared at him, burning with silent fury and pain, he caught her gaze and smirked, as if her helplessness amused him.

"You're have a tight pu$$y, puta" he said with a cruel grin. "Exactly how I like it," he left his words unfiltered.

The words cut through her like knives. A wave of disgust and humiliation washing over her.

"Just kill me," she whispered desperately, closing her eyes to allow her tears fall freely before opening then to meet his cold stare.

He flicked the cigarette into the ashtray, nonchalantly and moved closer. He crouched down in front of her, his eyes roaming over her body with twisted hunger. They lingered on her bare breasts, her skin flushed and tender. His hand brushed against her pink n!pple, tweaking it with his fingers cold and demanding, sending a fresh wave of revulsion through her.

They looked so delicious and he was tempted to suck the life out of it. But he paused, as if fighting with himself before he pulled his hands away and uncuffed her wrists.

She hurriedly gathered her clothes, trembling as she wrapped herself up the best she could. Her skin still burned where he had touched her.

Jake left her side and casually strolled towards the camera, Lilian's heart broken when she saw this.

"Clean the bloodstains before you go back to your room," he commanded without looking at her, put his clothes on, kept the camera inside his pocket and headed to the door. He unlocked it and left.

Lilian's legs shook violently as she got dressed, each movement sending sharp pains between her legs. She stared down at the blood stains on the floor that came out of her, her heart sinking deeper.