Vlora squirmed. She pressed against Jonas’ chest, but to no avail. Instead, Jonas pushed her back against the wall.
Jonas’s hand moved up to the row of buttons on the front of her dress. Vlora’s stomach churned and her breathing became labored. Her vision began to blur, but she refused to give in.
Vlora bit down hard on her lower lip. The pain brought her back to consciousness and strength. She fought to keep her eyes open and her hands rose.
No longer trying to push Jonas away, Vlora aimed her long nails at his cheek. She scratched with all her strength and Jonas yelped in pain.
The grip loosened. Vlora ran quickly to the door, grabbed the doorjamb, and pushed it shut.
“Don’t think you can escape, whore!”
Jonas didn’t stand still. He followed Vlora and managed to pull her hand away from the door at the right moment.
“You won’t get away that easy!”
Vlora still tried to reach the door. “Let me go, Jonas!”
Jonas lost his patience. Vlora’s actions and behavior had truly boiled his blood, drowning him in a mixture of anger and lust until his mind was completely gone.
“Silence! You cheap whore!”
Jonas’ rage erupted in shouts and slaps. His hand came down hard on Vlora’s cheek.
A painful grimace was suppressed in Vlora’s throat. Her body stumbled and she quickly steadied herself against the wall.
Jonas continued to rage. He wiped his cheek and found fresh blood. This only fueled his anger. He felt challenged by the surge of emotion and pride.
“Why do you want to escape? Don’t you know that Andreas and I like to share women?”
Vlora took hesitant steps. She couldn’t escape, and all she could do was keep as much distance from Jonas as possible.
“That’s what’s happening now, and it’s your turn to enjoy it, Vlora.”
Vlora shook her head, but Jonas proved his words to be true. He began to undress. Starting with his jacket, which he threw every which way, he didn’t forget to loosen his tie.
“No.”
Jonas sneered. He enjoyed Vlora’s anxious expression and moved closer while he unbuttoned his shirt.
Vlora continued to retreat, hit by a wave of dizziness that made her head heavy. Her eyes could barely see.
“Please, Jonas. Don’t.”
Vlora’s plea only incited Jonas. He ignored her and approached the weakened Vlora directly. She was truly powerless, overcome by dizziness, nausea, and pain. Vlora couldn’t do much, and she took advantage of the situation.
A terrible sound echoed as Jonas pulled at the sleeve of Vlora’s dress. He tore the garment away while forcing a kiss on Vlora’s lips.
Vlora resisted. She turned her face away and Jonas’ angry growl filled her ears.
Jonas didn’t relent. His hands began to explore Vlora’s body, looking for ways to satisfy his desires.
“Stop it, Jonas. Let me go!”
Vlora continued to struggle. Despite her weakening condition and the looming danger, she forced herself to stay conscious. She forced her body not to surrender. She couldn’t give up; she couldn’t despair, because it wasn’t just her life that was at stake.
So, when Jonas kissed her, Vlora opened her mouth. She suppressed the nausea as Jonas crushed his lips against hers, then bit down with all her strength.
Jonas howled in pain in Vlora’s mouth. Still, Vlora didn’t give in; she kept biting until the taste of blood stained her tongue.
The kiss broke at the right moment. Jonas groaned in pain and Vlora ran away.
This was Vlora’s last chance. If she was caught again, her life would undoubtedly end at Jonas’ hands.
Her legs felt heavy, but Vlora persevered. She ran against the ticking clock that made her heart beat fast.
“Don’t you dare escape, you bitch!”
Vlora managed to open the door and sprinted out. She looked around, searching for someone. “Des-Desmon.”
Vlora’s strength was gone. Her voice couldn’t come out. She couldn’t call anyone and all she could do was get as far away as possible.
Vlora went to the stairs. She grabbed the railing, but her steps stopped when a strong hand gripped her shoulder.
The fear increased. Vlora turned and found Jonas, wild and unrestrained. She knew that this time Jonas wouldn’t let her go.
“You won’t escape that easily, bitch!”
Jonas’ hand on Vlora’s shoulder tightened. But Vlora didn’t give up that easily. The only thing on her mind was to free herself from Jonas.
Vlora persevered. She pulled at her body as hard as she could, ignoring everything. She ignored everything, unaware that her foot landed on an unexpected step.
The hem of the robe tore again. This time, however, it wasn’t because Jonas was pulling on it, but because Vlora’s body couldn’t withstand the force of gravity as she struggled against it.
Jonas widened his eyes. Vlora’s body floated away, accompanied by a long scream.
Vlora landed heavily on the stairs. She rolled several times until she lay motionless on the ground.
“Vlora!”
Vlora closed her eyes. The pain hit her body hard. She couldn’t move, only grimaced when a pair of hands touched her.
“Don’t,” Vlora moaned in pain. She tried to shake her head but couldn’t. “Don’t touch me.”
But the hands continued to move over Vlora’s body. Strangely, accompanied by a very familiar voice in Vlora’s ears.
“Darling.”
There was only one person in this world who addressed Vlora with such a tender term. And only one person who touched her with such gentleness.
Vlora tried to open her eyes. Her vision was blurred, but she recognized the face. “Andreas.”
Andreas swallowed. He cradled Vlora’s body carefully, but she still flinched.
“I’m taking you to the hospital, darling. Everything will be fine.”
Vlora couldn’t stand it. Her eyes closed again and the pain struck with terrifying intensity.
Groans turned into screams of agony. Andreas panicked and immediately called for the head servant.
Andreas cradled Vlora’s body. He examined her, looking for any injuries. Suddenly, Vlora clutched at her stomach.
Vlora’s scream turned to cries. “No. Please, God.”
Andreas couldn’t wait. He decided to take Vlora to the hospital. He adjusted Vlora’s position and wanted to lift her. But he froze when he noticed a slow trickle of red fluid flowing from under Vlora’s dress, running down her thigh and then dripping onto the floor.
Blood.
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