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Suddenly, the door opened, and as Paul walked in, she grabbed the bedsheet and covered her shame. He was wearing a perfectly tailored black suit with a red tie. "What do you want?" she asked.

Paul: "Are you finally awake?"

Nancy: "What does it look like? Obviously, I am awake. I wish I were dead, though?"

Paul: "Would you rather die than make love to me?"

"Make love?" Nancy was exasperated. "We didn't make love!" she hissed. "You forced me! I don't know what I've done to offend you or to deserve this!"

"Don't you?" Paul scoffed. He marched over to Nancy and looked down on her. His face was a mask of fury. "Did you forget my warning? I told you what would happen if you appeared in front of me again, so you must have a death wish or something. Otherwise, you would not be here. According to your actions, you are asking to die. You cannot blame me for what happened. I mean, what are you doing sitting on the bed? Are you waiting for me to get you out of bed? Were you hoping for another round? Because, if that is what you want, it can be arranged!"

"Do you think I don't want to go?" Nancy asked meekly. Her face was pale, and she was trembling. I can't walk. I can't even get up…."

"Cut the crap." Paul snorted and said, "You are no virgin!"

Nancy: "I may not be a virgin, but I've never been treated so viciously."

Paul: "If you are so delicate, how did you manage to satisfy so many men at one time?"

Nancy was taken aback by his cruel imagination. He was so full of shit that she did not know what to say.

"Quit playing dumb," Paul continued. "I heard you calling for a servant. Are you really that much of a nymphomaniac that you need the fucking help to service your cunt?!?!"

Nancy gasped. "That is NOT why I called for the servant!" she exclaimed. "I needed help. I can't even stand..."

Paul reached down and tore off the bed sheet that Nancy was using to protect her modesty as she spoke. She closed her legs, and as she covered her breasts with her hands, she began to cry. She could not believe that the torture wasn't over. What else does this brute want to do to me? - she wondered.

Paul smirked and forced her legs apart with his hands, and Nancy was so desperate that she slapped him in the face.

Paul glared at her and said, "Don't be so ungrateful." As he spoke, he looked between her legs, and he took inventory of her wounds. He looked at her wet core. It looked a bit like ground beef, and the sheets around where she was seated were saturated with blood. He had not known how much damage he had done, and he suddenly realized that she was more delicate than he had thought she was. "Can you not stand up?" he asked her. "Tell me the truth."

Nancy: "I don't know why you would ask that question if you aren't going to believe my answer. Please, just go..."

Paul picked Nancy up and said, "I can't leave you like this."

Nancy: "What are you doing? Put me down."

Paul: "Didn't you say you couldn't walk?"

Nancy: "I'm all right. Just put me down!"

Paul: "Are you sure you want me to put you down?"

Nancy: "I'm sure. Put me down!"

Paul laughed and said, "As you wish." His hands fell to his sides, and she landed on her ass a half-second later.

"Paul!" Nancy shrieked, "You bastard!"

"Why am I a Bastard? You told me to put you down, and I did!" Paul knelt beside her and said, "Do what I say if you want to feel better." Then, he carried her to the bathroom without waiting for a reply and put her in the tub.

"If you think you are going to wash me clean and then..." She could not manage to finish her sentence.

"And then what?" Paul asked. Nancy saw him as a predator and pervert, and she was right; he was both of those things and more. Even now, he could barely suppress his desires.

"You know what will happen next," Nancy replied angrily. She turned her back to him, threw her arms around her body, and curled up into a fetal position.

Paul turned the showerhead on and tested the water's temperature with his hand. Once the water was warm enough, he ran it over her body. Then, when she looked up, he adjusted the pressure and blasted her in the face.

"Paul!" Nancy shrieked. "What the fuck?!?!" She felt like she was in Hell.

Paul laughed. Every time he heard her call his name while she was angry or in pain, his arousal increased. Water splashed on his shirt, and he rolled up his sleeves. He seldom bathed the women he slept with. He preferred to bully them. Thus, he was surprised by how horny he had gotten while bathing Nancy. The only thing that kept him from ravaging her right then and there were the bruises and cuts all over her body.

****

There was a knock at the door, and Paul looked up. "Who is it?" he asked.

"Sorry, Sir." It was one of the servants. He said, "Mr. Noah Laurent is looking for Miss Nancy. He said that he sent her some pictures."

Paul frowned. "Tell him that I'm bathing Nancy," he said.

Nancy stared at him in disbelief.

Paul: "What? Do you want him to join us?"

Nancy: "Did you do this on purpose?"

"Wait a minute." Paul called the servant and said, "Ask Noah to send up some clothes for Nancy."

Nancy: "Paul! You mustn't go too far!"

"What?" Paul looked at her, smiled wickedly, and said, "We've done it all. Do you dare deny it? Didn't anyone teach you that it is bad to tell lies?"

Moments later, Noah arrived with the clothes. He handed them to Paul, and when Paul received them, he said, "She was so enthusiastic last night that she can't walk this morning. You are going to really enjoy her when it's your turn."

Nancy was left stunned and speechless.