Chapter 86 Accepting Punishment
Cassidy's body felt like it was being torn apart. She cried out in agony, trying to push Easton away, her body writhing to escape his forceful entry.
"Easton, it hurts too much. Please, let me go."
Ever since he caught her trying to escape, he had stopped being gentle. Every time they had sex, it felt like he was trying to pierce through her with his thrusts.
His movements were fast and rough, and Cassidy could only feel the burning pain as Easton's member rubbed against her insides. She wanted to resist, but he ignored her pleas.
Easton thrust his hips forcefully, his large head pushing into her tightly closed entrance.
Cassidy felt like her body was being split open by a sharp blade, the pain forcing a scream from her lips as tears streamed uncontrollably down her face.
Her legs seemed to lose all strength, while Easton, with his strong waist, continued to thrust into her repeatedly.
"It hurts, it hurts so much." Cassidy's voice was hoarse, barely audible, but she kept struggling, her weak fists landing on Easton's body.
Easton ignored Cassidy's physical state, only knowing that she had been rejecting him.
Even though he was already inside her, she still tried to push him away!
As he continued to thrust, he sneered, "This is your punishment. No matter how much it hurts, you have to take it!"
As Easton's thrusts grew faster, Cassidy's body began to respond, becoming wetter, and the pain lessened.
Desire slowly awakened within her, and Cassidy no longer felt as much discomfort, even occasionally letting out soft, seductive moans.
Hearing Cassidy's moans, Easton couldn't help but laugh, his anger seeming to dissipate with each of her sounds.
He suddenly stopped, grabbing Cassidy by the neck, forcing her to look at the mirror.
The mirror faced the bed, reflecting everything happening on it.
Cassidy saw her disheveled self in the mirror, her face flushed from the sex, her body marked with signs of their intimacy.
"Cassidy, look at yourself now."
She turned her head away, not wanting to see, but couldn't move her neck, so she closed her eyes.
Easton wasn't angry, instead, he suddenly lifted her up.
Cassidy was startled, quickly opening her eyes and wrapping her arms around Easton's neck to steady herself.
He carried her to the mirror, making her stand facing it, while he stood behind her, entering her from behind.
Easton cruelly spread Cassidy's legs, making sure she could clearly see in the mirror how he was thrusting into her body.
Cassidy hadn't expected Easton to make her watch them having sex in the mirror. The sight was utterly humiliating, and she felt deeply ashamed.
"Why are you hiding? Cassidy, you should take a good look at yourself now. You're enjoying it."
His voice was like a devil's whisper, and Cassidy couldn't help but cover her ears, but his words still reached her.
"You should be like this, under me, drowning in desire."
"Cassidy, you can't escape from me."
He kept repeating this, as if warning Cassidy to behave, and also reminding himself to keep a tighter grip on her.
Cassidy had no way to refuse Easton, bracing herself for another round of forced sex. But today, her attempt to escape had enraged him, and he had taken her repeatedly—on the bed, on the carpet, in front of the mirror, by the window, and in the bathroom.
Her voice had gone hoarse from screaming, but Easton still wouldn't stop.
Her body couldn't endure such torment. Ever since Easton had brought her back from the small town, Cassidy's nerves had been on edge.
She thought she had found a way to escape today, but she had been caught again and forced into sex repeatedly by Easton.
Her body finally couldn't take it anymore, and she passed out.
Easton thought she was just exhausted and would be fine after a night's rest.
But in the middle of the night, he found Cassidy's body burning with fever.
Worried, he called a doctor to check on her.
"This young lady is just highly stressed and caught a cold, which caused the fever. She just needs to rest and take her medicine on time to recover."
"Really?" Easton frowned, still uneasy.
The doctor nodded quickly, and Easton felt a bit relieved.
But then he noticed the doctor's strange expression, as if there was something else he hadn't said. When Easton pressed him, the doctor hesitated, unsure how to phrase it.
Easton was displeased. "Is there something else?"
"The young lady's vaginal tears are quite severe. She needs to apply medication regularly."
Hearing this, Easton's face turned grim.
He remembered Cassidy's constant cries of pain.
He had thought she was just trying to reject him, but she was genuinely in pain.
"Just apply the medication on time." The doctor handed the ointment to Easton, not daring to say more.
After the doctor left, Easton looked at the unconscious Cassidy. Her face still bore the cuts from the glass shards, which had stopped bleeding but had reopened during their struggle.
Though he had applied medication, Easton didn't look pleased.
He stood by the bed, silent, his thoughts unknown.
After a long while, Easton finally lifted the blanket to apply the medication to Cassidy.
Seeing the marks he had left on her body, Easton felt a pang in his heart.
He didn't want to treat Cassidy this way, but her attempts to leave had truly angered him.
Why did she want to leave him so badly?
He could give her everything she wanted.
The next day, Cassidy hadn't fully woken up, only feeling a cold sensation in her lower body. Forcing her eyes open, she saw someone staring at her, their hand touching her pussy.
Cassidy's expression changed instantly.
She remembered trying to escape yesterday, but after jumping out the window, she was caught by Easton.
To punish her, Easton had forced her into sex repeatedly, and she had passed out from the intense ordeal, now feeling a headache.
This meant she was still in Easton's villa, and the person in the room could only be Easton.
What was he doing to her now?
Her body had reached its limit, but he still wouldn't let her go?
"Easton, you bastard!" Cassidy angrily kicked Easton, her voice hoarse but her tone clear with anger.
Easton, suddenly kicked, looked displeased. He grabbed Cassidy's leg.
His hand was cold, and Cassidy couldn't help but shiver.
He noticed her reaction and scoffed, "With such a weak body, you still think you can escape?"