Chapter 207
Chapter 207
Sophia tossed and turned in her sleep, her eyelashes fluttering and tears streaming down her face.
A large hand rested on her shoulder.
In the dim light, Sophia's curvaceous figure was particularly enticing.
William stood by the bed, his eyes fixed on Sophia's heaving chest. He reached out and touched her, his tall frame pressing against her. His hand moved downward, stopping just outside her vagina.
The smell of alcohol was overwhelming.
Sophia woke with a start, seeing William's bloodshot eyes. She was terrified, instinctively pushing him away.
A cold laugh echoed in the room.
The next second, Sophia's nightgown was torn off roughly.
William unbuckled his belt with one hand, releasing his erection. Ignoring Sophia's look of resistance, he thrust into her without any foreplay.
Sophia was dry.
The sudden penetration made Sophia curl up in pain. She grabbed William's wrist and pleaded, "It hurts, let me go."
A soft laugh came from above.
William pinned Sophia's hands above her head with one hand, while the other roamed her chest. He began to thrust rapidly.
Kisses rained down like a storm.
The difference in strength between them was immense.
Sophia struggled desperately, but William held her down firmly.
Sensing Sophia's resistance, William bit her lips roughly, thrusting even faster.
Her vagina wasn't fully lubricated, and the violent movements caused Sophia intense pain, making her break out in a cold sweat.
Sophia's face contorted in agony, her pleas drowned out by his forceful kisses.
William's erection swelled inside her, his thrusts relentless and brutal.
Sophia felt waves of pain, her face twisting in torment. "Calm down, don't do this, let me go," she begged.
Her lips free, Sophia quickly pleaded for mercy.
William ignored her, continuing his assault.
Tears fell silently.
Sophia was numb with pain.
She turned her head to look out the window.
It was pitch black outside, and darkness enveloped her vision.
She didn't know when she would see the light again.
William lay on top of Sophia, venting his frustration. After what felt like an eternity, he finally stopped.
After climaxing, William sobered up a bit. He looked at the tear-streaked Sophia and froze.
"This is what you deserve," he said coldly, turning and leaving.
The door slammed shut.
Sophia curled up into a ball, seeking any semblance of warmth.
After a while, the sound of running water came from the bathroom.
Sophia forced herself up and walked to the bathroom door. "Can we talk?"
The door wouldn't open. She had to negotiate.
The door opened, and a naked William stepped out. "Talk about what? You want to leave?"
William advanced, cornering Sophia against the wall. He spread her legs and thrust his fingers inside her.
Sophia screamed, instinctively clamping her legs shut.
William's strength was overwhelming. He held her legs apart, his fingers moving wildly inside her.
Sophia's lips parted, her body trembling, tears falling silently again."You're worse than the women outside," William sneered, stopping his movements. He turned and went back to the bathroom, washing his hands with a look of disgust before heading to the study.
To other women, this would be a blatant humiliation.
Sophia didn't take it to heart. She looked at the red marks on her body, calmly took a shower, and sat on the couch.
The door opened again.
William looked at Sophia's calm face, his expression dark and menacing. "Didn't you get the email?"
"I did."
"And?"
William grabbed Sophia's chin, staring at her face as if trying to find something.
He found nothing.
Sophia's clear eyes were calm and untroubled.
No jealousy, no madness, nothing.
William tightened his grip on her chin. "Your husband is seeing other women, and you don't care?"
He laughed, a cold, bone-chilling sound.
His eyes were dark and cold.
William looked at her like a predator. "No rush, we have plenty of time to play."
His gaze swept over Sophia like a radar.
"As my wife, you need to fulfill your duties. Your technique is terrible. Learn well. Want to leave? Make me happy, and maybe you'll get a chance."
"Do you have to do this?" Sophia asked calmly, looking into William's eyes.
In the following days, they fell into a strange routine.
Every day, the first thing William did when he got home was to pin Sophia down and have his way with her, then leave with a comment about her poor technique.
Sophia tried to resist, tried to communicate, but it was useless.
William acted like an angry child, venting his rage.
One night, William came home as usual. He opened the door and pounced on the bed, ready to undress, but he felt a burning heat.
His hand touched Sophia's forehead.
Sophia's forehead was scorching hot.
William paused, looking closely at Sophia's flushed face and burning body.
"Damn it," he cursed, heading to the kitchen.
When William returned to the bedroom, he had ice and fever medicine.
Sophia, delirious with fever, felt something cool on her forehead.
She moaned in relief, her hand flailing.
When she touched William's hot arm, she instinctively clung to it.
The night grew darker.
The room's temperature rose.
William's throat tightened. He pulled the blanket over Sophia and sat quietly by her side.
Half an hour later, Sophia kicked off the blanket. Sweat soaked her clothes, making her look like she had been pulled from water.
Her silk nightgown clung to her, revealing her curves.
William glanced at her, then picked her up, tearing off her clothes and dressing her in a new gown.
After changing her clothes, William, sweating himself, placed Sophia back on the bed.
"Water," Sophia croaked.
William looked at her indifferently, then brought a glass of water to her lips.
After drinking, Sophia lay back down and fell into a deep sleep.
Her fever had broken. Sophia's lips were slightly parted, her face flushed.
William stared at her for a long moment, then went to the bathroom.
"Do you want to leave? You can't."
Sophia would never leave.
William stroked her cheek, a sinister smile on his lips. "Unless you die."
In her sleep, Sophia felt a chill seep into her back, making her shiver.