***Trigger Warning:***** This chapter contains themes of abuse, non-consensual situations, and psychological trauma. Reader discretion is strongly advised.
Lily had hoped that after the phone call, the man would treat her with a semblance of respect, perhaps even as a guest in his twisted game.
But she was wrong—completely wrong.
Despite his earlier promise to refrain from touching a single strand of her hair, it quickly became clear that his interpretation of that vow was as flexible as his morals.
He kept his word in the most literal sense, leaving her hair untouched, but every other inch of her body became a canvas for his insatiable lust.
His eyes roamed over her, filled with a mix of desire and dominance, as if she were nothing more than an object to be possessed.
Calvert, reveling in his power, subjected her to a series of degrading encounters, his laughter echoing in the shadows as he commanded his other men to join in.
