Chapter 3 The Sensitive Miss

The man's voice echoed devilishly in her ear: "Oh? Is that so... And what does that have to do with me?" "What are they doing... Is it what we're about to do?!" The hot breath made her hairs stand on end, and the words she uttered filled her with shame and embarrassment. While her body felt weak and relaxed, the sense of fear grew infinitely. The edge of her panties was also found by the man. She could feel the elastic of her panties being hooked by the man. With his soft laughter, her waist relaxed, and her defenses were instantly breached. She wore a short skirt, and she could already imagine what would happen next. She couldn't help but cry out: "Ah—! No! Please stop! I don't want this!" He turned Falcone over, pressing down on her, sniffing lightly at her neck, his lips moving up and down as he spoke, rubbing against her soft and sensitive skin: "Nice scent, you really surprise me..." The man's once cold breath suddenly became heavy and intense. She was almost intoxicated by this scent, but her rationality, awakened by fear, made her resist this intimacy, shielding herself with her hands: "No! Stop it! Let me go... Ah!" But her wrists were grabbed by the man, pulled up and pressed against the headboard. The teeth she had seen before were now nibbling on her collarbone, his breath finally becoming heavy. With enthusiasm, he nibbled on her neck and collarbone before returning to her lips, his agile tongue making her resistance futile: "Not enough, far from enough! My dear Miss! I want you to experience more, remember the feelings I bring you, whether it's pleasure or pain!" The man tore open her shirt, but then paused, as if listening for something. She cautiously opened her eyes, feeling a wave of heat, and a burning sensation swept across her cheek! The extreme pain climbed up her chest, making her almost jump up. This terrifying man was holding a candle from the bedside lamp, dripping wax onto her chest! "Ah...! It hurts so much! Please stop!" "You bastard! Damn bastard!" She struggled to kick the man, but he firmly pressed her legs down. The man admired her appearance with narrowed eyes, whistling lightly, mocking: "You say you don't want it, but your body reacts differently?" "You wanted revenge on the one who betrayed you, but when I help you, you curse me..." More wax dripped onto Falcone's chest, some of it flowing down due to her trembling, causing more pain, as if it were the man's punishment for her. He said with a malicious tone: "You heartless little thing!" She naturally knew that her body was reacting, and her body wouldn't listen! Falcone's eyes were filled with tears, her pleas turning into intermittent sobs, she begged softly: "Please... please stop!" But her pleading only excited the man even more. He skillfully peeled off a piece of wax with his nails, watching as her body shivered with his touch, the red skin becoming even more sensitive due to the burn. He lowered his head and kissed the reddened skin, teasing it with his tongue, soothing the burn, bringing even stronger tingling sensations: "But your body... is clearly inviting me to continue, begging me to play with you fiercely." "Isn't that right? Why are humans so hypocritical?" She couldn't bear it, pushing him away with her hands, blocking his lips: "No! Please let me go! Stop talking... I didn't, ah! I'm not..." "Aren't you human?! Why would you say such things about me! This shouldn't be something that I have to do against your will!" The man didn't answer her, but suddenly stopped. Then her hand was held by the man, brought up to his nose to sniff, and his tongue licked it. Falcone wasn't sure what was happening, she just briefly felt like she was saved, but she didn't understand why the man had such a fascinated expression. The stinging sensation on her fingers made her realize that the spot where the man licked and bit was exactly where she had just scratched. What was he doing? Did he have some perverted fetish?! She wanted to pull her hand back and quickly get away from this dangerous man, but her hand was held tighter by the man: "Hmm, very pure taste. Baby, could it be that you're still..." The man stared at her with deep green eyes, sounding surprised: "You're still a virgin?!" His tone was full of disbelief. Seizing the opportunity, Falcone took back control, fiercely kicking the man's defenseless lower body: "It's my turn to fight back!" Only when he felt the pain did he rush out like a little mouse, jumping under the bed. She estimated the distance to the door and realized that she would be caught by the man again before she could grab the doorknob. There might be other men's accomplices in the corridor, and they wouldn't let her escape. There was only one chance! She decisively chose to escape through the window on her side. She remembered that there were roofs of varying heights outside the window where she could land. Just as she grabbed the curtain, the man's devilish voice sounded again: "If I were you, I wouldn't open the curtain." Falcone immediately turned around, not daring to turn her back to him, warning him: "If you dare to do anything to me again, I will call the police!" "You'll regret it then! You might even lose your job!" Her empty threats made the man laugh again. He stood up and slowly approached her, emitting a dangerous aura: "I didn't expect you to be such a feisty little wildcat. If you're willing to cooperate... I can give you a chance to be my companion." "After all, I quite like you." Falcone didn't believe his words. He must be trying to deceive and play with her. So she raised her small hand and with a "whoosh" opened the curtain: "You're dreaming!" A large swath of moonlight poured in from behind her, and the terrifying and perverted man, bathed in moonlight, suddenly stopped moving! This was her chance! She quickly turned around and opened the window. The huge round moon hung in the night sky. As her field of vision widened, she felt relieved; she could soon escape from this terrifying man! As soon as she stepped one foot out of the window, she heard a roar behind her, a rough voice like that of a wild beast: "I told you... Don't... open! The curtain!... Awoo!!" It was the man's voice, but why did it sound... like the howl of a wolf? She didn't dare to look back, she just wanted to leave here as soon as possible! Falcone only felt a cold wind rushing toward her from behind. What was approaching her so quickly!? She didn't dare to think too much. At this moment, half of her body was already out of the window, with only one leg left to stretch back. Whether it was the heavy breathing or the beast-like roar, it made her heart race with fear. She had to leave here immediately! But the more anxious she was, the more unstable her footing became. Plus, the place she stepped on was originally a slope. In her anxious state, she stepped on empty air and fell down! The feeling of weightlessness as she fell made her scream: "Oh God! Help!!"