Aoife felt her strength drained from her body, tears wetting her face. She never imagined that one day, a man would take her first time in such a manner.
This was unequivocally a one-sided plunder.
Finn glanced at Aoife’s teary eyes, his heart pounding as if struck by something. He flipped Aoife over completely and, not content with that, covered her eyes with clothing.
The world plunged into darkness. She was already afraid, and now, in the pitch-blackness, she couldn’t sense anything around her. Her body, hypersensitive, felt more pain.
The pain was so intense that she found it difficult to even sob. She wanted to beg Finn not to cover her eyes, to promise she wouldn’t cry, knowing Finn detested her tears because they didn’t match who she really was.
But with her mouth blocked, she couldn’t speak. Aoife’s face was dead pale, and now she understood what it meant to be in unbearable pain, to feel as though her heart and soul were being tormented.
With a muffled groan, she gave up struggling. She resigned herself to the fact that her tears wouldn’t make anyone pity her.
After everything was done, Finn turned Aoife back around, removing the cloth covering her eyes. Seeing her swollen eyes, he felt an unwelcome discomfort. But the thought of Aoife leaving him for another man made his jealousy uncontrollable, leading him to exert his power over her.
Even though they had never been together, the idea of her being with someone else made him feel a pang of jealousy. He felt possessive of her. Now that he had her, he never felt like touching her before, but now an inexplicable instinct warned him that by taking this step, Aoife wouldn’t disappear.
Besides this unclear instinct, his uncontrollable urge stemmed from desire. It was like he had opened Pandora’s box, and all the violence and sin he had suppressed for almost three decades was now unleashed on Aoife.
To be honest, it felt good. In this moment, Aoife was no less than Elisa.
“Pathetic.” Finn muttered, glaring at the lifeless Aoife, but he made no move to untie the tie around her wrists or remove the rag from her mouth.
Finn got out of bed and straightened himself up, adjusting his wrinkled clothes, fastening buttons. He looked impeccable, except for his slightly disheveled hair that added a touch of savagery, making him unrecognizable from the “beast” he had been previously.
From the wardrobe, Finn randomly picked a dress for Aoife to wear, covered her face with a coat, then lifted her up. She didn’t resist, nestling in his arms like a docile rabbit.
As he carried her downstairs, they encountered curious glances along the way. People watched them, intrigued but refraining from interfering.
Finn’s car was parked outside. He unlocked it, opened the door, and placed Aoife in the passenger seat, fastening her seatbelt.
The seatbelt felt like heavy shackles, immobilizing her. Aoife shrank into herself, her eyes vacantly watching the passing scenery outside, her heart torn apart by excruciating pain.
Finn was like a violent intruder, not only ravishing her body but also shredding all the good things she had saved over the past year.
He made her realize that all in all, everything was empty and transient.
Her tears had dried up, and facing a dark, unknown future, she was at a loss. She felt neither alive nor dead, consumed by fear.
Finn watched her, seeing her lifeless expression. Although it made him uncomfortable, he knew there was no turning back. If he had decided to keep Aoife by his side, he had to eliminate all her possible escapes.
“You reminded me that the contract we signed together holds no legal weight.” Finn mused, his gaze fixed on the road ahead.
Aoife’s eyelashes fluttered, lost in her thoughts.
With one hand steering the wheel, Finn pulled out his phone and made a call, instructing, “Arrange a photography team to go to North Bankshire, professionals, male or female. Just make sure they are skilled and discreet.”
Although her mouth was still blocke had by the rag, Aoife could hear. Why would they need a photography team? Fear and confusion clouded her mind, making it impossible to focus on anything else.
Upon arriving in North Bankshire, the photography team Finn had summoned was already waiting. They had set up a scene in the bedroom on the second floor, following the instructions in the text message. Aoife, having acted before, was familiar with these props.
…
Aoife’s consciousness was already hazy when Finn, in front of everyone, began to strip her clothes. She felt a chilling sensation, her mind blank, lost and confused, not knowing where she was.
“Mr. Snearl, shall we start shooting now?” the director asked.
Finn replied, “Be careful.”
Men and women in the room seemed unfazed by the scene, going about their duties mechanically, operating lights and cameras as usual.
The flashing lights pierced Aoife’s eyes, adding to her already intense emotions. With her mouth now free, she gasped for breath in her asphyxiating state.
Finn removed the rag from her mouth, stained with blood.
As she choked on the blood, Aoife pleaded, “Please… Finn, don’t make me do this. Please make them stop. I promise I’ll stay with you, I won’t leave. Please, spare me…”
She tried to appeal to Finn’s humanity, but it was in vain.
Seeing Aoife’s fear-stricken face, Finn’s smile deepened. “But I no longer believe you.” He only believed in his own methods, in his cold-bloodedness and cruelty, as long as he could control Aoife.
Despite her timidity and vulnerability, Aoife cherished her dignity and self-respect above all else. Finn’s threat of exposing her in such a degrading manner was the ultimate blow.
He wasn’t worried that Aoife would take her own life; she had endured poverty and hardship, resilient like a weed with a strong will to live.
Aoife had a strong desire to live.
She would never agree to strip naked in front of so many people, engage in such shameful acts.
With her hands bound, she clenched her fists tightly, pushing against Finn’s sturdy chest, attempting to break free from his grasp. But he was too powerful, effortlessly holding her wrists high over her head.
“Aoife, it’s best for you to be honest and not provoke my anger. I don’t want to hurt you.”
Hurt? She was covered in bruises, blood flowing from her mouth. Weren’t these injuries inflicted by him?