She knelt before him in the most humiliating position.
As she looked up, there was his lofty and emotionless face, his slightly narrowed eyes carrying a hint of cold cruelty.
She suddenly thought of that starry moonlit night, his gentle smile then was so beautiful, like an ephemeral bloom.
Her trembling little hand slowly reached up, lightly tugging at the zipper of his trousers.
Tears fell desperately like broken pearls.
She kept telling herself to be strong, to endure...
"Unwilling?"
He suddenly grabbed her hand and forcefully pushed her away.
She fell powerlessly onto the cold floor.
A cold gloom shadowed his face... He reached for a towel and threw it over her, covering her half-naked body.
He sat deeply on the sofa, smoking one cigarette after another.
The thin white smoke, like his irritated mood, loomed over his face.
A bodyguard walked in from outside.
