Chapter 5

"I'm shutting you up so you don't disturb our neighbors in the middle of the night," Megan said.

Initially, I didn't understand what she meant until she walked out the door. I tried to call out her name, only to realize I couldn't make a sound. That was when panic surged through me.

What was the meaning of this? How had I lost my voice? Why had she locked me inside her house?

I kicked one of the pillows off the bed with all my strength, attempting to stop Megan in her tracks.

However, she merely looked at me and scoffed. "Enjoy these three days of despair."

At that moment, I wished I had never heard those words. I closed my eyes, racking my brain over what I'd done wrong to make Megan get back at me in such a twisted manner.

Yet, no matter how long I thought about it, I still couldn't come up with a single clue. In the end, I had no choice but to give up.

I figured I'd tough it out for three days and demand an explanation from her. Unfortunately, I'd underestimated my body's needs.

Merely two hours after Megan left, I felt the urge to urinate. I couldn't imagine how I'd ever have the nerve to face Megan again if I ended up wetting the bed that day. However, this was completely beyond my control.

Every time the minute hand moved, a wave of agony spread through my body. I cried out Megan's name and begged for help. Yet, the only sound in the room was the crisp ticking of the clock.

I panicked, and I was scared out of my wits. I desperately squeezed my legs together, attempting to hold back the urge to pee. The moment my body reached its limit, warmth spread beneath me, and I closed my eyes in total despair.

For three days, I kept pushing myself to my limits. The tightly shut bedroom door finally creaked open on the evening of the third day.

Megan appeared before me in a striking outfit. The cold, aloof air he usually carried as a doctor was nowhere to be seen; all that remained was a sultry, provocative allure.

She didn't seem to be bothered by the filth on the bed, and she sat straight down beside me. Mortified, I turned my head away, but she tilted my chin up and sneered. "How have your past three days been?"

"Why did you do this?" My voice was hoarse, but I could still question her.

Megan reached out and stroked my cheek. "Because I love you."

"You love me, so you imprisoned me and tortured me? Have you lost your mind, Megan?"

Instead of answering me, she rose to her feet, pulled open the storage cabinet, and pulled out a leather whip. Megan raised her hand before bringing it down on me.

A tingling sensation and a hint of pain swept through me, drawing a muffled groan from my throat. I felt myself growing hard under the overwhelming stimulation.

Megan gazed at my crotch coldly and scoffed. "You sure are pathetic. I'm torturing you, yet you still got aroused? I suppose men can never hide their disgusting side, no matter the circumstances."

I writhed in humiliation, desperate to escape her mocking gaze. The more I struggled, the more excited she became, and the faster the whip lashed down.

"Meg… Megan, what on earth are you doing? If you still love Vincent, I can pretend last night never happened."

The moment she heard Vincent's name, she flew into a rage and stomped on my groin. "Don't you dare bring him up! He's a scumbag; a total scumbag!"

The pleasure robbed me of the ability to think. I simply assumed she was still holding a grudge over his betrayal.

I composed myself and looked at her. "He belongs in the past now. From now on, I'll be right here by your side, through thick and thin."

As soon as my confession fell, the leather whip slipped from her hand. Megan nestled against my chest. "Promise? You can't go back on your word."

"I promise."

After hearing my affirmation, she hurriedly pulled the damp blanket off me. After wiping me down with some tissues, she couldn't wait to lose herself in my arms.

Right as I thought she had truly accepted me this time, she pulled away and disappeared before my eyes. The joy in my heart ground to a halt.

I kept reassuring myself that she needed time to heal from the scars Vincent had left behind. And I had all the time in the world.

I would stay by her side for eternity. Having made up my mind, I went out like a light.

…

When I opened my eyes again, the first thing that came into view was the cops.

Drinking in their uniforms, I hurriedly gathered the blanket around myself. That was when I realized the handcuffs and shackles that had bound me were gone, and the urine-soaked bedding had been replaced.

Meanwhile, Megan, who had been tangled up with me, was now wearing a police jacket. Her eyes were red and puffy as she huddled against a female officer.

I shot Megan a bewildered look. "What's going on, Megan? Why are the cops here?"

Megan shrank closer into the female officer's arms, as if she was frightened.

The female officer snapped at me, "Carl Teigen, weren't you the one who broke into Megan's home, threatened her, and forced yourself on her?"