Grace's heart pounded so loudly she could hear it in her ears.
She wanted to run, to escape this nightmare before it truly began, but deep down, she knew there was no way out.
Still, she tried to bargain.
"This will be the first and last time, Ross," she said, her voice barely above a whisper.
"Promise me."
Silence.
Then Ross threw his head back and laughed—a loud, mocking sound that filled the entire room.
It wasn't the laughter of amusement but of sheer disbelief, as if she had just told the funniest joke he had ever heard.
When he finally looked back at her, his smirk was sharper than ever.
"You seem to be forgetting something, Grace." His voice was no longer playful; it was edged with something darker, something absolute.
"I make the rules. I own you now. I take you when I want, however I want, wherever I want."
Her stomach twisted violently, but he wasn't done.
