Found Obsession

Chapter 123: The Punishment

Rose finally found sleep.

But even as the darkness enveloped her, she felt it-the faint, insistent will to wake up.

Her body refused. Exhaustion weighed her down like chains, her limbs heavy and unresponsive. Her mind begged for relief, too drained from everything: the running, the fighting, the endless driving. Rescuing children from orphanages. Unloading supplies. Organizing, hacking, checking cameras. Saying farewell to Jonathan. Every moment had left her too shattered, too hollow to connect with her own self.

She drifted deeper into the abyss, barely conscious of the sensation of being moved-lifted. Then she felt it. She was being placed onto a soft surface.

Her bed.

That thought alone offered a fleeting comfort, lulling her further. Her breathing steadied, the pull of sleep claiming her inch by inch. But amidst the haze, something crept in-a presence. A whisper at the edge of her awareness.

"Such a gorgeous woman," a voice murmured, low and deliberate, oozing satisfaction. It slithered through her mind like poison.

Rose's brain struggled to process the words, but her body remained unresponsive.

"My wife's been asking what's got me so excited these nights," the voice continued. "If only she knew. Just seeing you, Miss Hansley, has been driving me crazy. And now..." A breath. "I've got my chance. This is perfect."

The faintest pressure on her shoulder jolted her-a hand pulling at the edge of her robe.

"Maybe if I knock you up, your father won't be so harsh on me. Your baby's daddy," the voice sneered. "What do you think, Miss Hansley? You'll have to make it up to me when my family is murdered because you decided to be smart. I'll lose a son, but you can give me one. Excellent genes. More wealth. What a deal, huh?"

The words dripped with venom and a twisted kind of logic. Her stomach churned, but she remained trapped beneath the crushing weight of fatigue.

"It's such a waste for you to belong to one man. Lucky bastard must be our lieutenant general. I saw you kiss him, Miss Hansley. What envy I felt. You got me instantly hard. I can't wait for me to place my cock in those lips of yours."

The hand brushed her hair back, his fingers lingering too long. "Perfect skin. Perfect breasts. Perfect ass. Perfect face. Perfect everything. Just look at you."

A part of Rose screamed, but her body was unresponsive. She felt his fingers on the strap of her camisole, pulling at it.

And then-

A hiss of fury.

The sound of a struggle, ragged breaths and the wet gasp of pain.

"Lucky you I know what to do with rapists," a low, furious voice growled.

The room erupted in chaos for a brief moment-struggles, a grunt of agony-and then the heavy thud of a body hitting the floor. Silence followed, oppressive and sharp.

Rose then felt eyes on her, but a strange sensation of safety.

Rose felt the strap of her camisole being gently rearranged, the blankets pulled up and tucked over her. A light touch ghosted across her cheek, tender and deliberate, as if checking to ensure she was truly fine. The faint sound of something being dragged away followed, heavy and deliberate, fading into the silence.

She stirred faintly, her mind drifting at the edge of awareness, but the warmth of her bed and the weight of her exhaustion anchored her. She snuggled deeper into the pillow, her body finally surrendering to the pull of rest.