Chapter 4 Christian's Intentions

Moon, who had just come out of the bathroom, panicked when she saw Christian sitting on a chair near the window, staring at her with a cold smile. She screamed in fear, "Why are you in my house? Get out right now!"

Christian only smiled wider, his eyes flashing with a look that made Moon feel even more cornered. "Don't worry! Right now, it's just the two of us. Shouldn't we spend a night full of love?" he replied in a tone that made Moon feel even more threatened.

"If you don't leave, I'll scream!" Moon warned.

Christian seemed unfazed. "Go ahead! They're all having fun, listening to music and dancing. No one will hear you scream," he answered calmly.

With growing fear, Moon tried to run to the door. But when she tried to open it, she found it was already locked. "Open the door! Open it!" she screamed, pounding on the door desperately.

Christian stood up from his chair and approached, showing the key in his hand. "The key is right here. As long as you obey me and give me the answer I want, I'll set you free!" he said in a controlling tone. "It's been two days, and I'm still waiting for your answer!"

Moon stared at him with teary eyes, struggling to hold back her tears. "I still refuse. I will never be your woman. If that ever happens, I'd rather die," she said firmly, though her voice trembled.

Christian stepped closer, his eyes trailing over Moon's body in a way that made her extremely uncomfortable. "Underneath those clothes..." he paused, his gaze freezing her blood. "Lies a beautiful body."

"You... were watching me shower?" Moon asked, almost unable to believe it.

"Your door wasn't closed. I saw everything. And I've made my decision. Whether you refuse or not, I will still make you mine," Christian said with a sly smile before stepping forward and grabbing her waist.

"Let me go!" Moon screamed.

Christian quickly kissed her roughly. Moon struggled, pushing him with all her strength, but Christian was stronger. He pulled her and pushed her onto the bed, continuing his aggressive kiss.

"Stop!" Moon screamed, trying to fight him off. Her hand frantically searched the bedside table, looking for something to defend herself. She grabbed a glass and smashed it against Christian's head.

The sound of shattering glass echoed, and Christian froze, touching his bleeding head. But as Moon tried to turn and crawl away, her attempt to escape was futile.

Christian swiftly grabbed her again, pinning her down. "Still trying to run?" he mocked, showing his phone screen. The screen displayed a recording of the village residents gathered together, unaware of the lurking danger.

Moon's eyes widened in panic.

"Look at their smiles. Would you really let them lose their homes in their old age? My men are watching them. With one command, they'll be dead," Christian threatened, making Moon feel even more trapped.

Tears streamed down Moon's face. "You're a monster. We only wanted to live peacefully here, but you came and destroyed our hope," she sobbed in despair.

Christian smirked coldly, as if enjoying her suffering. "If you accept me, they can continue living here happily. You don't need to sacrifice your life. Isn't that a great deal?" he said while unbuttoning his shirt, making his intentions crystal clear.

Moon felt even more cornered, her tears falling uncontrollably. "Please, let us go. Please... I beg you. Don't hurt them!" she pleaded with a trembling voice.

Christian approached Moon with a calm but menacing expression. "Fine. I won't hurt them, as long as you give me what I want," he said, flipping her onto her back and bringing his lips close to her face. "And besides, they can stay in this village as long as they want." With those words, he kissed Moon again, this time more aggressively and demandingly.

Moon still struggled with the last of her strength, but Christian remained in control. With rough movements, he tore her clothes one by one, making her feel even more humiliated and powerless. He then stripped off his own clothes, making his intentions even clearer.

"Ahh! No!" Moon's wretched cries filled the air as she fought with everything she had. Fear and helplessness consumed her.

Christian grew even wilder, his hands roaming her body roughly, making her terror grow unbearable.

His cruel touch made Moon feel like she was drowning in fear. She screamed and cried in agony, but no one could hear her over the loud music outside. The deafening sound masked her desperation, making her feel even more isolated and helpless.

Christian reveled in his ruthless game, his cold smile widening as he watched Moon sob beneath him. She still tried to resist, pushing and twisting away, but his strength was overwhelming. She felt trapped, like a bird ensnared in a hunter's trap.

Christian continued his actions with chilling patience, savoring every moment with the woman he had long desired. He studied every expression of helplessness on Moon's face as she lay beneath him, completely powerless.

The suffocating silence of the night was only broken by their heavy breaths. But that stillness was interrupted by footsteps outside the room. Christian quickly covered Moon's mouth, signaling her to stay silent. He turned off the bedside lamp, leaving the room dimly lit by the faint moonlight.

A shadow appeared in front of the door, and a woman's voice called from outside, "Moon, are you asleep? We're waiting for you."

A wave of fear and despair washed over Moon. She wanted to scream for help, but Christian's strong hand muffled her voice.

Moon struggled, but it was useless. Christian was too strong. He leaned down, whispering a chilling threat in her ear, "If she finds out what's happening, she and the villagers will die tonight. Do you want to see this celebration turn into a funeral?"

Hearing his threat, an icy chill spread through Moon's entire body.

She could do nothing but stare at the man above her in terror and despair. Christian loosened his grip on her mouth, but his threat had been enough to keep her silent. She gazed at him with tear-filled eyes, her tears falling endlessly down her cheeks.

"Don't do anything foolish. After tonight, they can all live here peacefully without any trouble," Christian said coldly.

Outside, the woman continued calling for Moon, unaware of the horror unfolding behind the door.

That voice, which should have been a source of hope, now only served as a tragic backdrop to the suffering Moon endured. She could only stare blankly at the shadow beneath the door, completely and utterly hopeless.

Would a man like Christian, arrogant, cruel, and psychopathic, truly keep his promise after claiming her?