Shaking her head, she tried not to think about it. She carefully folded her bra and underwear, placing them on a stool nearby. Since she just came out for a meal, she hadn’t expected it to be this late, nor did she plan to stay overnight, so she hadn’t brought any change of clothes. Therefore, both her underwear and outerwear needed to be preserved well, as she would need to wear them later today or tomorrow morning. Finally unable to resist, she looked up at her slightly bloodshot eyes in the bathroom mirror and once more examined the body she once regarded as a treasure, which had now been defiled. Fair, bright, tender, as if it could turn into the water of a swimming pool, soft and delicate; not just the most private and bashful places of a girl, not just the enticing budding breasts and the shameful slit below, but every detail—shoulders, navel, legs, even the elbows and knees—were so delicate and refined, youthful and healthy, seemingly without any wrinkles or blemishes... But as she gazed at herself again and again in the mirror, it felt like she could see filth and dirt within her skin and pores, see the shadow of Lu Jincheng, and even smell Lu Jincheng’s scent. She knew it was just her mind playing tricks, that she could only cast aside this helpless pain and imagination, letting the hot water spray from the shower head wash over her. From the top of her head, to her shoulders, from her breasts, to her buttocks, from her thighs, to her feet, after all it wasn’t home and she was too lazy to bathe meticulously, haphazardly scrubbing her body, the hot water spreading across her skin, as if it could cleanse her more thoroughly, as if it could wash away some troubles and pain, yet also as if it were some magical hypnotic liquid enveloping her... She turned off the water, dried her body with a clean large white towel, and put on the tight-fitting panties again. As if worried about something, she rummaged through the wardrobe and indeed found a set of clean guest silk pajamas, trying them on and finding the size slightly large. But she didn’t want to sleep wearing the bra, which was very uncomfortable; yet nor did she want to sleep naked, always feeling a bit of unsafe panic, so she could only haphazardly change into these slightly oversized pajamas. Then she crawled into the two-meter King-size bed with its snowy soft linens, instantly, the soft, warm embrace of down combined with the adjusted slightly cool room temperature of 22 degrees, making her drowsiness even heavier. Turning off the lights, the room immediately sank into tranquility and darkness, only a crescent moon over Creek Moon Lake, trying hard to shine a trace of night light through the curtains. She covered her head with the quilt, thinking she would fall asleep quickly... but thoughts came continuously in a half-asleep, half-awake state. Of course, she could pretend that nothing had ever happened. But it already happened, everything was already different, isn’t it? She gently hugged her petite body under the pajamas with her small arms, clamping her small breasts tightly, her knees bent up, her long legs clamped tight, as if to eternally bury her private parts inside the muscles on the inside of her thighs. This beautiful little body, does it truly still belong to her? This body she had secretly caressed for pleasure under the covers, which she had sneaked a peek in the mirror and found exceptionally alluring and extraordinarily lovely, the body she thought in the future might be offered to her husband as a treasure, does it truly still belong to her? Thᴇ link to the origɪn of this information rᴇsts ɪn NoveI★Fire.net The door was locked. But if Li Tong had given her room card to Lu Jincheng, he could swipe his way in, couldn’t he? If he came in after the singing party in the middle of the night looking for her... aside from suppressing her shame and pain, covering her little mouth, controlling her humiliating yet muffled cries, obediently letting him violate her once more, using her tender little body to spend the night, what else could she do? Even under his commands and threats, perhaps she might not only have to curl up in lonely helplessness, endure his violation; but she might have to voluntarily spread her legs apart, open her hands, offering all her futilely hidden private parts, inch by inch to his violation; maybe even pose in certain ways, maybe even perform certain actions, just like that night; maybe even have to call out twice ’Brother,’ call out twice ’Master,’ or even call out twice ’Daddy,’ using obscene titles, humble self-references, unbelievable humiliation and torture, to please this man. And the sadder part is, this was no longer her greatest fear. She struggled too, using her little brain, which did not quite understand these things, to think repeatedly. Lu Jincheng, and those wealthy young men who merely came to the base to chase her, were always different... he had done too much with her, too many dealings, too much thought. He spent so much effort to make her famous, planning her packaging in the dark, was it merely to enhance the pleasure when he raped her? The reason she sometimes had such delusions if Lu Jincheng was some sort of expecting "love" for her, was simply no matter how she considered it, she found Mr. Lu’s actions too incomprehensible. If excluding the part where he raped her, it was simply like a selfless and powerful agent packaging her past with an incomprehensible scale, arranging the present, creating the future for her. However, those terrifying photos, that humiliating violation, and whenever she recalled piecing together what Lu Jincheng murmured in an obscene yet threatening tone by her ear that night, ’Be obedient, absolutely obedient, you have to comply, absolutely comply,’ she vaguely guessed something.