Prologue

“Sir, don't. Please...” Thea sobbed in fear as she pushed Sebastian's sturdy body again. Yet again, her efforts were completely fruitless.

“They want me to touch you.” Said Sebastian, who had managed to unbutton Alethea's uniform and pull it open until Alethea's stomach was exposed. “They want me to ravish you.” Sebastian continued in Alethea's left ear while the man's right hand rubbed Alethea's belly and continued upward under her bra until the man's big hand reached Alethea's round and firm breasts and squeezed them.

“S-Sir... please... don't...” Alethea pleaded with tears in her eyes. But again Sebastian ignored her request, the man deliberately rubbed and squeezed Alethea's breasts until Alethea could only shake her head in fear and kept trying to push Sebastian's body away.

“They think I've gone numb.” Sebastian whispered this time in the hollow of Alethea's neck. The man kissed and licked the neck with the tip of his tongue which overwhelmed Alethea and made her feel even more frightened. “They want me to fuck you and implant my seed in your womb.” Sebastian played with Alethea's other neck which made Alethea's sobs even louder. The push of Alethea's rebellious hands had no effect on the man at all “I'd be happy to do it. Aren't you paid to do that? To entertain me?” Sebastian said in Alethea's ear and deliberately licked away the girl's tears that were streaming down the side of her face.

“No, sir. Please. I didn't come here for that...” Alethea whispered with the last of her strength as she pushed against Sebastian's broad chest. Alethea felt the pressure on her lower body coming from Sebastian's vital organs. She struggled even more, pushing Sebastian with all her might out of fear.

'No, this can't happen. Sebastian can't rape me. Sebastian can't take my virginity! Alethea screamed to herself. 'I've already lost my self-respect. If I lose my virginity, then I have nothing to be proud of.”

And as if from nowhere, Alethea suddenly felt a surge of strength. With one powerful shove, she managed to push Sebastian away, causing him to stumble and fall to the floor. Before Sebastian could regain his balance, Alethea bolted from his room, running toward the only exit she knew, while Sebastian's laughter echoed mockingly behind her.

Alethea kept running, barefoot, clutching her clothes tightly to cover herself. She reached the villa’s exit, but as she stepped outside, two tall, burly men blocked her path. They grabbed her arms, ignoring her exposed clothing, and easily lifted her off the ground.

Alethea struggled, pleading to be let go. She screamed for help, though she didn’t know who might hear her. But the two men paid no attention to her cries. They carried her to the side of the villa and forced her back into her room. Still writhing in resistance, she was thrown roughly onto the bed before the men left, locking the door from the outside.

Alethea was trapped! She tried opening the door, but it wouldn’t budge. Desperately, she pounded on it with her fists, her cries for help just as loud as the furious banging.

"Anyone, please help me get out of here!" Alethea begged desperately. But deep down, she knew there was no one out there. Not the two hulking guards. Not Pierre. Not even Helen.

Alethea’s body trembled violently as she collapsed weakly onto the cold floor. She sobbed, not just from the pain but from the overwhelming fear.

What Sebastian had done to her moments ago was nothing short of her worst nightmare. If she hadn’t managed to escape, Alethea was certain her body would no longer be her own.

"You’re being paid for this. To entertain me." Those two sentences echoed relentlessly in her mind. So did the memory of Sebastian’s hands on her body and the feeling of his lips against hers. It all left an indelible mark.

Alethea wiped her lips with the back of her hand, hoping to erase the sensation of his mouth and tongue. She also rubbed her chest roughly, trying to scrub away the imprint of Sebastian’s touch.

She cried for what felt like hours until exhaustion finally overtook her, leaving her lying motionless on the cold, hard floor.