You Should Not Be Here.

Allicia was used to spending most of the time alone in the mansion, she casually left the door open while she was in the only available room that she used. She looked for a towel and threw it on the bed. Her clothes were wet already and since she was staying until the rain was over, she decided to pull off the clothes.

She removed her skirt first and then her shirt. She picked up the clothes and carefully spread them on the armrest of a wooden chair in the room. She turned around to pick up to towel to clean her slightly wet body when her eyes met with his.

The man stood at the entrance of the room, his figure made the entrance appear smaller than it should be, and a sharp glint flashed through his dark orbs as he down stared at the girl.

Allicia stood frozen at the same spot, the humming stopped and the pressure from the man's intense gaze made it a bit difficult to breathe.

Who was this man and where did he come from?! These were the questions that filled her head.

She only looked at him briefly before she subconsciously looked down and took a step back. Seeing that she was only in her pink unsightly braziers and her panties, she flushed beetroot. She was inches away from the towel on the bed but the man's overbearing countenance made her feel immobile. She was simply too shocked to do anything.

The man was astounded by the sight before him. Seeing the half-naked girl made blood rush into his head and his blood boiled. He clenched his fist and let out a low deep growl which escaped from his throat. He seemingly was resisting the immoral pictures that were messing with his head. The girl before him, although with a lack of adequate maturity, her body was slightly rounded and perfect.

The man narrowed his eyes, the more he looked at her, his head was flooded with ambiguous pictures, and his eyes blurred with lust. Even if he wanted to look away, he just couldn't help it. Perhaps, because he had been immobile for such a long time, his body appeared to be out of his control, his body moved faster than his mind.

Before he knew what was happening, he took a step closer to the girl. Allicia felt his overbearing aura closing in on her and she sulked in a cold breath. She knew he was coming closer to her, she drew in a cautious breath and took a shaky step back. But, the man would not stop moving closer to her. His countenance was so thick that it felt like a mountain pressing down on her frail shoulders threatening to break her.

"What… what are you doing?" She stuttered with a breathless whisper.

The man did not answer her immediately, he stopped in front of her and raised his hand, his fingertips tapped her collarbone slightly while he looked down at her.

Allicia felt her heart stop for a split second when his cold fingertips touched her, her body trembled slightly. It felt as though a bolt of electric current zapped through her body. Her spine straightened and her heart was thumping crazily. This was the closest that she had been to the opposite sex, it felt stuffy as he invaded her space. She was deprived of the gush of fresh air as all she could breathe in was his scent. It almost choked her.

Her slight reaction missed the man's eyes. All that he could think about was the flames that were scourging within him.

"You should not be here," the man said.

His Adam's apple bobbled as he spoke, his deep voice fell on her ears and she looked up involuntarily.

She should have come back. She knew this in her head, and she was afraid of what was to come.

The man did not give her enough time to react before he grabbed her, toppled her and pressed her under him. He impatiently ignored her mental rejection and the pleading in her innocent misty eyes.

That moment, the man took her most harshly way ever, and without mercy, he stole her innocence. Biting her lips and holding back her tears, she squirmed under him, pain spread across her body as she gripped the sheets tightly. She regretted returning to the mansion and hated meeting the man more. Her hatred for him ran deep to her core.

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The rain fell all the way until dawn. Exhausted, Allicia peered open her eyes. A short painful groan escaped her lips the instant she tried to sit up. She bit her lip and rolled her eyes to stop the tears that were gathered in her eyes from dropping. She looked around until her eyes fell on her tattered underwear which lay carelessly on the ground where it was tossed by the man.

Allicia looked at the man who was still sleeping as though nothing happened, bitterness welled in her throat. She immediately pulled her eyes away from him. She finally understood the meaning of the first rule she was given when she came to work in the mansion. A monster lived in the mansion!

Painfully, she got up from the bed, she grabbed the torn pieces of her underwear and kept them in a bag that she usually carried. She took a small knife she hid in the bag and walked towards the bed. She had no intention to hurt anyone and she simply cut off the part of the sheet that was tainted by her innocence and the representation of the shameful activity that took place between her and the man.

She hid the piece of cloth in her bag and also wore her skirt and shirt. She braced herself up again and began walking away. At the entrance of the room, she cast one last look at the sleeping man before looking away. Her eyes remained peaceful as they used to be but there was only a hollow of what they used to be.