Chapter 24 I Was Set Up
Jessica's consciousness gradually blurred, tears uncontrollably sliding from the corners of her eyes, and she unconsciously tried to explain. She didn't even know what had happened that night, why James wouldn't listen to her. In James's eyes, was she really such a depraved and cheap woman?
Jessica turned her head away in pain, her tear-moistened eyes shimmering, adding even more allure to her emotional face.
"Why crying? Isn't this what you wanted?" James looked at the tears on her face, feeling no pity, only a surge of irritation, wishing he could drag out the man she had been with.
"No, it isn't," Jessica shook her head vigorously, her aggrieved expression making her look even more fragile, further stimulating James's desire.
"Shut up!" James grew more agitated at her pitiful look, flipping Jessica over beneath him. He continued to vent his desire from behind, and as he reached out to grab her soft, round breasts, a strange sense of familiarity suddenly hit him. The image of the woman from that night flashed in James's mind.
"You're such a slut!" James roared in anger as if the whole world trembled with his outburst. He roughly grabbed her wrist, almost dragging her into the bathroom.
Jessica stumbled a few steps, nearly falling, her wrist aching from his grip. The bathroom was spacious, yet it felt cramped because of his presence. The cold tiles against her skin sent a shiver through her. He pinned her in the corner, his tall frame completely overshadowing her, trapping her like a caged beast.
The water gushed loudly, cold droplets spraying onto her face and body, bringing a bone-chilling cold. Jessica hung her head, her wet hair clinging messily to her cheeks, hiding her expression of shame and despair.
"I didn't mean to, James, I..." she tried to explain, but her voice was so weak it was drowned out by the sound of the water. James sneered, closing in on her, his tall frame casting a shadow that enveloped her. He turned on the shower, cold water pouring down from above, drenching her completely. The black lace nightgown clung wetly to her body, outlining her curves but making her look even more pathetic.
James roughly tore off her nightgown, his fingers crudely entering Jessica's body, washing away the semen he had just ejaculated. "Ah," Jessica cried out in pain but didn't dare resist. His actions were rough, filled with undisguised disgust as if she were something filthy that needed to be thoroughly cleaned.
The water splashed between them like a merciless judgment, washing away her dignity and pride. "Do you think I would believe your excuses?" His voice was like thunder, echoing in the small bathroom, deafening.
Jessica flinched, not daring to speak, tears welling up in her eyes, but she fought hard to keep them from falling. "You make me sick!" James flung her hand away in disgust as if he had touched something dirty.
Jessica slid weakly to the floor, the cold tiles making her acutely aware of her situation. "I know I was wrong," she choked out, her voice trembling, on the verge of tears.
"You don't deserve to have my child!" James looked down at her, his eyes cold and merciless, each word like a sharp blade stabbing into her heart.
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