Certainly, it wasn't what she expected.

s.h.i.+ Fan Hai cradled her head with his right hand. Voice cracking, he muttered under his breath. "Man Rui, you and I are a match made in heaven…" His eyes flickered with self-disgust and mockery. In his mind, he corrected himself, slashed the 'heaven' and replaced it with 'h.e.l.l' but he did not utter it.

"You're mine, and I, yours. Whatever rite or ritual there is in this world to bind us is just a formality. Do you understand what I'm saying?" He stroked the back of her head amorously. His other hand landed at the small of her back, capturing her in an affectionate embrace.

"No." She answered meekly. She was faltering…

'No.' With newfound conviction, she clenched her fists and pulled him away. He did not even budge.

s.h.i.+ Fan Hai held her close. He continued.

"So I'm sorry Man Rui, for what I have to do." His grip tightened. She was pressed against him too firmly that she was held in place without choice nor freedom to break away.

He surged forward while keeping her close to his body. He guided them both towards the bed, gliding, staggering, together.

Teng Man Rui gasped as her heartbeat quickened its pace not from the welcoming of her heart but due to fear and anxiety that was starting to build up. Her face reddened not because she felt warm inside but because she's getting disconcerted from his sudden forceful movements.

"You know better than to scream, milady." He planted a slow indulgent kiss on her cheek. That was it. Tears rolled down her cheeks as she was thrown onto her own bed inside her own room.

"Even if you scream you'll be the one disadvantaged in this situation, Man Rui." He threatened while unbuckling his belt.

The lady gasped and tried to run towards the door.

But for naught. Sensing her movements, the demon moved faster and pounced on her, pinning her down on the bed.

"Fan Hai, please…"

"You're better than this… Let me go… Please…" She pleaded softly as her tears continued to flow. Her nose started getting stuffed and puffed with all the crying. She sniffed as she choked and coughed with her own saliva.

Teng Man Rui was overly, utterly, exceedingly frightened. She was quivering not with delight nor pleasure, but with appalling trepidation as she was still pinned on the bed with his one hand clutching both of hers, and her lower limbs held in place below his strong pair of legs. His other right hand covered her mouth as his own searched and desecrated her body, and on its way exploring, never failing to leave marks of his territory in the form of hickeys.

No matter how much she struggled, it was futile.

Soon the pace quickened. He now used his mouth to silence her while his free hand roamed and groped what shouldn't be touched otherwise without her consent. Her tears intensified. She couldn't do anything.

He whispered in her ear. "Relax, Man Rui, my queen. It won't be as harrowing as the first. I'll take responsibility, I promise. Take your punishment for leaving my side. You should have known the consequence of what you have done."

"Learn your lesson well."

And with those words, he thrust his hard-on inside her repeatedly. The poor lady bit her lower lip as she could only helplessly endure the feat. She was getting weak and hopeless, almost giving up. It's too late now. She couldn't be saved. It's the end.

They rocked for a good few minutes. The lady ceased all the struggling altogether. What could her struggling ever do if it couldn't even push him away?

As they reached their climax, her pupils dilated. No matter how hard she tried not to think of it, yet, Teng Man Rui could feel his unwelcome seed enter her womb. She wanted to vomit out of spite. Yet, what she could do at that moment was bite her lower lip to prevent any sound, any sensation from coming out of her mouth. She was disgusted with herself. She had never felt so dirty. As if it still could, her tears intensified even more. Her face turned the ugly red, drenched in her own sweat and tears.

That fateful afternoon, the demon and the angel merged their bodies unwillingly, forcefully.

Exhausted, s.h.i.+ Fan Hai lied down over his desecration, his queen. He murmured apologetically in her ear. "Hush, Man Rui. I'm sorry. I'm sorry." He stroked her head, and her hair lovingly, with such great contrast as to how ferocious and monstrous he had been a few minutes ago. "I'll take responsibility."

"You are mine."

"Don't ever forget that."

The lady was unmoving, never flinching from his touch – contrary, too, from how it all started. The only movement from her was the continuous flowing of her tears.