"Who are you? Stay back, stay back..." An Jingqi's legs gave way as she collapsed onto the floor, her eyes wide with terror as she stared at the man approaching her. In the pitch-black night, his deep, shadowy eyes sent shivers down her spine.

Shen Wenhao stood over her, a cold smirk curling his lips. "What do you think?" he sneered. Before she could react, there was a sharp tearing sound, and An Jingqi felt a sudden chill across her chest.

Panicking, she clutched her chest, flailing her arms wildly. "Don't come any closer!"

With a disdainful snort, Shen Wenhao swiftly yanked up her skirt, tearing off a piece of fabric with a forceful tug. An Jingqi gasped, instinctively trying to close her legs, but a piercing scream echoed through the room.

Straddling her, Shen Wenhao gazed down at her pale, terrified face, his eyes burning with a dark intensity. "I want you to remember this day forever," he growled. Leaning down, he sank his teeth into her collarbone, drawing blood that seeped from the wound.

A searing pain tore through her lower body, and An Jingqi clenched her fists, her eyes blazing with fury. "You bastard!" she spat.

Shen Wenhao's eyes hardened, and he quickened his brutal pace, showing no mercy. A sticky, crimson liquid trickled down, the sight of it horrifying.

"Good," he muttered with a twisted satisfaction, increasing the rhythm of his movements.

An Jingqi's hands clawed desperately at his face, her fear palpable. The excruciating pain felt as though it was ripping her apart. She gripped his hair tightly, her voice trembling as she pleaded, "Let me go, please! I've done nothing to you. Why are you doing this to me? Please, it hurts so much..."

Tears welled up in her eyes, threatening to spill.

"Done nothing to me?" Shen Wenhao's eyes turned icy at her words. "You'll find out soon enough."

His gaze was filled with hatred, and An Jingqi shuddered. Realizing that begging was futile, she swallowed her fear and stared back at him defiantly, her eyes locking onto his.

Over and over, Shen Wenhao continued his relentless assault. In the darkness, his deep, unfeeling eyes remained unchanged. Lying on the cold floor, An Jingqi bit down hard on her lip, her long nails digging into her palms until they drew blood.

The night dragged on relentlessly.

As the first light of dawn painted the sky with a pale hue, Shen Wenhao glanced down at An Jingqi, who lay unconscious and battered. A cold sneer curled his lips as he rose to his feet, his eyes devoid of any warmth. "If I’m miserable," he muttered with a chilling smirk, "you’ll suffer just as much."

He adjusted his tie with a sharp tug, then delivered a callous kick to her limp form before striding toward the door. His conquest was only just beginning.

An Jingqi stirred, her eyelids fluttering open with great effort. The unfamiliar surroundings blurred into focus, and she winced as she tried to move her parched lips. "It hurts…" she whispered hoarsely.

Attempting to sit up, she grimaced in pain, her body protesting every movement. The sight of the wreckage around her sent a wave of terror through her. The crimson stains between her legs were a stark, horrifying reminder of what had transpired.

Shakily, she reached for the torn fabric scattered on the floor, clutching it to her chest to cover herself. With trembling legs, she managed to stand, her eyes darting around the room in confusion. "Where… where am I?" she murmured, her voice barely audible.

Just yesterday, she had only intended to run a quick errand to the supermarket. How had she ended up here? And then… the memories flooded back, and her heart sank. Tears streamed down her face as the weight of it all crashed over her.

Suddenly, the door slammed open with a loud bang. An Jingqi flinched, her eyes widening in fear as several figures loomed in the doorway. She stumbled backward, her voice trembling with panic. "What… what do you want from me?"