I'm Sorry, Darling

It was Yoseph!

I carefully examined the screen, trying to see who the woman in the video was. But the camera was shaking too much, and she only revealed half her face, which was mostly covered by her hair.

All I could confirm was that it wasn't Miranda.

The more I watched, the more familiar she seemed, almost as if the woman bore some resemblance to me. Just as that thought struck, the video ended.

"If only you could always be this obedient…" Yoseph muttered as he pulled out a small brown bottle from the drawer and shut down the computer.

Worried about being discovered, I hurried back to my bedroom, changed into a fresh pair of underwear, and sat on the bed, lost in thought.

Who was the woman in the video whose face wasn't fully shown?

As I replayed the scene in my mind—her being pinned down by Yoseph, driven to the point of losing her senses, and desperately arching her hips—a wave of unprecedented shame washed over me.

Even prostitutes wouldn't act so wantonly when serving clients.

"Sarah, are you awake?" Yoseph's voice called from outside the door.

"I… I'm up!" I quickly left the bedroom. Too embarrassed to look at the tall man only in shorts in front of me, I kept my head down.

I couldn't admit how just moments ago, merely imagining Yoseph forcing himself on me had stirred an overwhelming pleasure deep within me.

"You slept all day. I thought you were sick," he commented.

"N-No, I'm fine. Are you hungry? I can make you some pasta."

"I already ate," Yoseph replied, handing me a glass of milk. "You look like you haven't rested well. Drink this and get some more sleep."

I nodded and downed the milk in one gulp.

Perhaps overstimulated, I soon felt sleepy as I lay in my comfortable bed. My eyelids became heavier.

Just when I was about to fall asleep, I felt a faint heat surge in my body. It was concentrated in my lower abdomen.

With a click, the bedroom door was opened, and then the mattress sank—someone climbed onto the bed.

I shuddered at that. Was it Yoseph?

Right then, I remembered the small brown bottle he had taken out from the drawer. Did he put the drug in the glass of milk?

He wanted to violate me!

I buried my face in the pillow. My whole body was soft like dough. My sweaty body became more sensitive than ever. Every inch of my skin was hot and itchy. The only thing I could hear was my violent heartbeat.

A question kept popping up in my mind, "Should I pretend to sleep?"

But it didn't take long before I stopped feeling conflicted.

The man behind me had taken off the pants of my pajamas…