13 Chapter 13: Degeneration

"Feeling unwell? Hmm?" The man's large hand reached out, his fingers delicately trailing over Ivy Jackson's beautiful skin. The touch, as smooth as lamb fat, made the man's deep eyes unconsciously darken...

Could it be that she's been drugged? He still remembered her cool gaze when she was put up as the gambling bet, but now she's turned into a kitten actively seducing him? The man suddenly recalled the way she winced and struggled when the burly man leaned towards her, and abruptly understood the reason behind it all.

"Touch me..." Ivy no longer knew what she was saying or doing. She crawled up and propped herself on the chair, adopting a cat-like position in front of the man. Holding his face, she gently kissed his lips - it seemed that only then she'll feel a little better...

The man smirked ambiguously and whispered, "You don't know how to kiss...hmm..." in a long, drawn-out tone. His gaze lightly falling on Ivy's face, perhaps... In this way, he could get what he desired, it would be much easier.

Her naive kiss roused him to take the initiative and taste her.

Even her naive touch and caress are truly those of an inexperienced girl...

He was truly curious, were there really women like this in the world? So beautiful, yet so innocent.

Her innocence had already stirred his desires and set him aflame.

The car was filled with a quiet yet ambiguous atmosphere, the 'ding-ding' sounds of the handcuffs and shackles continuously echoed to the front seat. The faces of the two men driving were slightly flushed from hearing not only the 'ding-ding' sounds but also the ambiguous sounds of kissing...

Could it be that tonight, the Boss has decided... to do it with this beautiful stranger...?

The man held Ivy's head and kissed her passionately in the corner of the car. His kissing technique was skillful, but the woman's kisses were very naive. However, even the most naive kisses, when influenced by an aphrodisiac and met with a skillful kisser, won't remain naive...

Gradually, she seemed to grasp the technique. Her response got less and less naive and more proactive. This quickly won the man's praise, "My Kitty, you're very good: you learn fast...."

Slowly, the man's kisses moved downwards....

Ivy forgot about the negotiations, about escaping, she was now lost in herself.

Tonight, she was destined to fall in this gambling game...

Orange lights, somber furniture and an ambiguous room.

With a 'bang', the man kicked the door closed, briskly walked to the bed, and threw the woman in his arms onto it. He then stood by the bed, watching her struggle, watching her try to get up.

"I can unlock your shackles, but you'll have to crawl over to me yourself." Opening the box and holding the key in his hand, he gently shook it.

Ivy did not hear anything he said, but still obediently crawled over to him. She crawled to the edge of the bed, reached out for the man's pants, and gradually climbed up. She wanted to hug him, but her handcuffed wrists wouldn't allow it. So she had to kneel and raise her arms, clasping his neck with her arms, then leaning in to kiss his mouth...

Ivy had already started shivering from the intense pain. She felt like she had never experienced such agony in her entire life. Her consciousness was foggy, but she knew she was in pain, whimpering and on the verge of crying.

"I'll help you..." The man said, with a smirk. "Since you're behaving so well, I'll unlock your shackles..." Speaking, the man bent down to unfasten the iron shackles, quickly removed them off Ivy's feet and carelessly threw them to the corner of the room, not even glancing at her raw, chafed ankles.

"Kitty, you've been really good..." The man pushed Ivy onto the bed, leaned over and smelled her appealing scent. With a curved smirk, he asked, "Are you ready for me?"

The only answer to his question was Ivy's painful struggle.

The man leaned down and kissed Ivy's hair, then pressed her lips fiercely with his own, expressing unprecedented passion and intensity... and urgency.

That night, he towered like a king, an emperor, forcefully taking everything from her...and Ivy, she had already completely drowned in his tempest...

Ivy felt as if every bone in her body had been crushed.

Struggling to open her eyes, everything in front of her appeared as foreign as another world.

The room was large, and so was the bed... grey blanket, grey sheets, and her arms were full of bruises and marks.

Ivy tried to move and was shocked to realize that her body was in unbearable pain, especially one part of her body was emitting a burning sensation... All of these were reminding her that something that shouldn't have happened, seems to have taken place!

Where was she? What had happened? Why was she in a strange place? And why... did she seem to remember nothing?

She forced herself to shake her head, only for a few scenes to flash across her mind. Ivy's face instantly paled. What had she done? Had she initiated... had she initiated to seduce that man? She was in most pain at that moment, and he, in her eyes, was like a ferocious beast.

Ivy held her head in agony, almost in tears. Had she really lost her virginity like this?! She discovered that her handcuffs had been unlocked at some point, and so were the shackles...

Struggling to get off the bed, Ivy grabbed a robe to cover her body, but her struggles made her roll off the bed in an ungainly manner.

"Hiss..." The pain in her body caused her to take a sharp breath of air, then she slowly picked herself off the floor, gripped the bed sheet and slowly moved towards the bathroom.

Stumbling into the tub, turning on the shower, Ivy sitting naked in the bathtub with kiss and bruise marks all over her body. Holding her head, she cried.

Why did this happen? Why...she was just on vacation. She just wanted to open up her heart, she wanted to relieve some of her stress and find some happiness. But why did it turn out like this? Almost being gang-raped, inspected by a man, being a gambling bet, and even spending a night with a stranger...

Ivy couldn't accept all of these, she couldn't accept this version of herself!

Biting her arm, tears merged with the water falling from the shower into the tub. She hugged herself and curled up in a corner of the tub. This time... she finally couldn't hold it in and burst into tears.

Even though it hurt, Ivy still cleaned herself thoroughly with trembling hands before she stopped. She had cleaned her body but she couldn't get rid of the marks on it. Standing in front of the mirror, she looked at herself, hating her own body for the first time.

Wrapped in a sheet stained with dried lovemaking traces and even her own virgin blood, Ivy, with her wet hair draped over her back and dripping water, began to venture out.