Yasmin’s brain had a significant, but silent, meltdown as he stripped her naked, lifting each limb as if she were a doll, removing her clothes with quick efficiency. The only thing left on her was her glasses, and she suspected it was so she could watch everything that he did to her. She screamed and cried, she pleaded and threatened, but none of it came out.

When he was finished and she was laying sprawled out completely naked, unable to move or cover herself, he stepped back to look his fill.

He took his time, his gaze travelling up and down her body.

Yasmin wanted to curl up and hide, to deprive him of the sight he so dearly seemed to want. She hated him more than she thought it was possible to hate another human. She wanted him dead, but first she wanted him to suffer for stripping away her dignity and stealing her ability to fight back.

At her first opportunity, she was going to find a big, sharp knife and gut her tormentor.

He crawled onto the bed, climbing over top of her, pressing himself into her soft, naked flesh. She could do nothing but watch.

This was it. He was going to do what he’d always intended. He was going to rape her.

Except he didn’t.

He took her jaw in his hand and held her face up to his.

“I control everything, küçük olan,” he said, his voice low and intense as he called her ‘little one’. “Including you. Never forget.” He was right. She would never forget; it was the worst moment of her life. He continued, “I would rather have a willing woman in my bed, but with you, I’ll take whatever I can get. Remember this moment. Remember what happens when you defy me.”

Yasmin wanted to nod, wanted to tell him she understood. That she would remember. But she couldn’t do anything except stare up at him.

He kissed the tip of her nose. “I’ll take that as a yes.”

He climbed off her, then gripped her under her armpits, hauling her off the bed and into his arms. Carrying her into the washroom, he held her as he turned on the shower, running the water until it was steaming.

A cruel smile touched his lips. “Since you were unable to shower on your own.”

He pushed her into the shower, holding her under the spray.

Panic set in hard as the water went into her mouth and up her nose. She thought what he did to her on the bed was the worst thing that had ever happened to her, but she was wrong. This was worse. So much worse. She was slowly drowning.