PART 4

Carista went crazy in Elgar's lap, her hips moved to shake the man's core, her moans became louder but very seductive.

“Elgar, I... ah, satisfy me.”

"As you wish baby." Elgar lifted Carista's hips slightly, then shook the woman's core quickly.

Carista's lips were babbling incoherently, her two beautifully hanging breasts were devoured by Elgar, making Carista unable to hold back her desire which was getting bigger and bigger.

Shit! Carista felt like she was being toyed with more than necessary, but she couldn't rebel. Even in the second game, she asked Elgar to play longer, she also acted like a prostitute to get the satisfaction she wanted.

“Carista, you are amazing!” praised Elgar. "Just stay like this until dawn greets us, you really make me not want to let you go."

Damn it! Carista actually wanted to end it all, but for some reason she didn't feel satisfied. I don't know what medicine was mixed into the food and drink he ate. He was sure that something was poisoning his body so he kept charging at Elgar and wouldn't stop.

Carista didn't even realize that her cell phone was ringing several times.

***

Morning greeted Carista as she slept soundly, exhausted after a night-long bedroom battle. Meanwhile, Elgar was already in his office with two assistants and his staff.

"Have you been to the hospital?" Elgar asked, his voice very soft and calm.

"Yes, sir. We've also taken care of Mrs. Angela's funeral. Her body will be cremated this afternoon, and her ashes will be kept in the safe box," one of the assistants replied.

Elgar nodded and sighed deeply. "Keep this a secret from Carista. She mustn't know that her mother has passed away."

"Of course, sir."

"Go now. I need to return to the bedroom and make sure my future wife doesn't go anywhere. Contact my secretary and tell her to cancel all meetings for today."

The assistants and staff hurriedly left the room. Elgar let out a long breath. Early in the morning, he intentionally checked Carista's phone and was quite surprised to hear the news of Angela's passing.

Rather than informing the girl, Elgar chose to keep it a secret because he didn't want Carista to leave him. After this, he would weave a story to make Carista believe that her mother was just fine.

"Good morning," Elgar greeted as Hana and two household servants stood behind him, pushing a trolley with food.

Carista turned, her eyes staring blankly without expression. Her body ached all over, and she felt broken. She had no intention of showing her face to anyone today.

"Please, Miss," Hana said as she served a plate of egg sandwiches.

"Thank you," Carista replied, then took a glass of mineral water and the egg sandwich.

"Wow, this girl seems really hungry," Elgar said, dismissing Hana and the two servants.

Carista paid no attention and devoured everything as if she were starving. Her mood was also not great this morning. She felt something was off but didn't understand what had happened.

"I want to take a shower and go to the hospital—"

"No, Carista! Not now. You can't go anywhere."

Carista's forehead furrowed. "What do you mean? I have to go see my mother." Her hands felt around the nightstand and the entire surface of the bed. "Where's my phone? Dr. Eric must have given an update about my mother."

Carista frantically searched for her phone while Elgar watched her movements in silence. When Carista began to get frustrated, Elgar finally hugged her tightly.

"I told you, you're not going anywhere. You have to stay here. I don't give you permission to leave, and don't even think about escaping from me."

"What do you want, Elgar!" Carista released Elgar's hug somewhat roughly. "You have no right to command and control me."

"I have the right because I'm your future husband, and you've agreed to sell yourself to me," Elgar said firmly, shocking Carista to no end.

"Sell myself?" Carista repeated. "Do you think I'm just your plaything?"

"What else do you think? Do you think I'm tasting your body because I love you?" Elgar laughed sarcastically. "Don't dream too far, Carista. Your body is a substitute for your father's debt and to pay for your mother's medical bills."

Tears fell from Carista's eyes, and Elgar's words were a hurtful and soul-crushing blow. She slumped on the edge of the bed, her body numb, and her ears ringing loudly as if she had been struck repeatedly.

"Sit quietly; I'm going to the office. The servants will bring you food, drinks, and everything you need every morning, noon, afternoon, and evening," Elgar said as he lowered his head slightly, then gently stroked Carista's head.

"Be a beautiful and sweet little bunny for me, my prostitute," Elgar said, then left the room and locked it from the outside.

"Prostitute, sweet little bunny, my body to pay off my father's debt and my mother's medical bills..." Carista muttered painfully. She got up and looked at herself in the mirror.

The girl stared at her face and body while imagining the passionate scenes she had with Elgar the previous night. Her body was covered in red marks from his kisses and bites. Not only that, Carista also saw the same marks on Elgar's neck, the result of her actions.

Carista's legs weakened, and she regretted her actions, but she had no choice but to be the captive of the madman who had trapped her family before and was now slowly trying to kill her as well.

Carista looked towards the window, a faint smile crossed her face when she felt a faint breeze on her skin coming from it.

"I... can still escape, right?"

***

BRUKH!

"Carista!" Taylor exclaimed in surprise. He accidentally bumped into the girl who had just arrived and ran towards Angela's room.

"Taylor, you're here?"

"Carista, I just checked your mother's room, but she's not there."

"What?"

Taylor took a deep breath and held Carista's shoulders to prevent her from resisting. "Listen to me carefully, after this, we'll go to the doctor's room together."

"What's going on, Taylor?! You're scaring me!"

Taylor sighed. "Your mother has passed away, Carista."

The girl froze, her forehead creased, and her whole body started to tremble intensely. "You're lying, Taylor!" Carista grabbed his hand and then ran to Angela's room.

Indeed, the woman was no longer there. Her room was tidy, clean, and there were no traces of Angela left behind.

"Miss Carista," a passing nurse greeted.

"Nurse, where is my mother?" Carista asked.

"Miss, we tried to contact you last night, but you didn't answer. Mrs. Carista's body has been cremated, and her ashes have been taken home," the nurse replied.

"Family? Cremated ashes? Nurse, who were the family members who took my mother?" Carista inquired.

The woman in a white and pink uniform shook her head uncertainly. "You can check it in the forensic department."

Carista's legs weakened, and she sat on the floor. Her head was pounding intensely. Taylor quickly supported her and sat her in a corridor chair.

"I went to the forensic room to check the cause of my mother's death. It was a brain seizure and lack of oxygen. She passed away around 2 AM. Her body was cremated, and her ashes were taken by her family, whom I also don't know," Taylor explained.

"Who? You must have seen their names, right?" Carista asked impatiently, her face turning pale, and her lips grew cold.

"I don't remember, but I read the name on the back. If I'm not mistaken, the name was... Gabriel!" Taylor said.

In an instant, Carista fainted in Taylor's arms. Everything went dark, but her ears could still hear Taylor's voice, even though her body was powerless.

"Elgar Gabriel, did you kill my mother?"