I'll Teach You, Marianne.

It was three in the morning, yet Anne still couldn't close her eyes. She kept thinking of ways to escape from the Clarke family residence. Plus she suddenly felt very hungry, because she hadn't eaten anything since lunch in the afternoon. 

"Damn you, Alan Knight! Why did you have to show up in my life again?" Anne cursed in annoyance, as she clutched her stomach which had been rumbling for the past hour. 

Because she could not bear her hunger, Anne then ventured out of the room and looked for some food in the kitchen. Even though the Clarke family residence was very large, Anne, who had lived in that place for more than 4 days, had already begun to memorize the place and knew where the kitchen was located. She carefully stepped to the first floor and hoped that no one would see her looking for food in the early hours of the morning like this, but Anne's hope was just in vain. The reason was that right now on the sofa at the bottom of the stairs, a man was seen sitting alone in the dark with a bottle of liquor. Even though the 1st floor was quite dark, but because of the little lighting from a few lamps on the bar table, Anne could finally recognize the man, which was none other than Alan.

Anne immediately covered her mouth with her hand to keep her voice from being heard, as she almost screamed at the sight of Alan in front of her. 

"Who is that?!!" Alan shouted loudly, as his sharp ears managed to hear Anne's footsteps..

Thump! 

Thump!

Thump!

Anne chose to remain silent. She was frozen in the dark on the steps. Anne had no other way to go, she was stuck now because she was already in the middle of the stairs. 

"Answer quickly or I'll shoot you," Alan added again, reaching for a gun that was in a small place on the sofa where he was currently sitting. 

Hearing the threat from Alan, Anne became even more afraid, especially since she had seen the gun that Alan was now holding. Cornered, all she could do was surrender. With her limp legs, Anne sat on the steps while hiding her face with her hands. 

A smile appeared on Alan's face when he saw who was interrupting his drinking time. He slowly put his gun in a flower vase that was right next to the stairs.

"What are you doing this late, dear?" Alan asked quietly, crouching in front of Anne, who was still sitting scared. 

"No, don't touch me," said Anne quickly when she felt Alan's hand trying to caress her head. 

Alan, who was a little drunk, immediately gripped Anne's hand tightly. "You're mine, I'm free to do anything to you. Don't forget that baby."

"You're drunk, Alan, you better sleep. I-I'll also have to go back to my room," said Anne quietly, trying to speak to Alan, even though her whole body felt very weak at this time. 

"I just had a little drink, my dear, so I'm still sober. What were you doing last night? Are you trying to find my room? Did you miss me?" 

"N-no, I just..."

Slap! 

"Ouch!!!"

Anne screamed loudly as Alan landed a slap on her buttocks as he lifted her.

"Bad girl, you provoked me. You know how much I want you," Alan whispered softly into Anne's ear when he had managed to pull her up. 

The heat from Alan's breath that hit the skin of her neck made Anne shiver. Her fear was even greater at the moment. 

"Alan, let me go... I beg you," said Anne in a hoarse voice as she held back tears as Alan started squeezing his ass.

"Fuck, the smell of her body makes me instantly excited." Alan said to himself. His body reacted immediately and wanted Anne back right now. Moreover, hearing the sound of Anne's sobs, Alan's passion immediately peaked. 

"Alan... please..."

"Hush don't cry," said Alan quickly as he pushed Anne's body away from him. Alan's hands gripped Anne's shoulders tightly at the moment. 

"Le-let me go, I beg you," said Anne again in a more pitiful voice, hoping to be freed by Alan.

However, Anne's expectations did not match reality, due to the fact that Alan wanted her more and more. 

"How could I let you go dear, you don't know how crazy I have been these past few days because of you. So tonight I won't..."

"I'm on my period, Alan, y-you can't do that!!" Alan's words. 

Thump!

"Come not how bi..."

Alan could not finish his words when he managed to feel the sanitary napkin that Anne was wearing. Meanwhile, Anne immediately went limp when Alan's hand was suddenly in her female area again. She silently cursed her choice of nightgown, which made it easy for Alan to touch her private area. 

As he was about to pull his hand from under Anne's nightgown, Alan noticed Anne's trembling body. His smile, which had disappeared when he found out that Anne was having her period, now returned to his face. He suddenly had an idea to satisfy himself with Anne in another way.

"Arghh, please stop it, Alan!" Anne screamed loudly when Alan again squeezed her ass, but this time, Alan didn't do it from under his nightgown but went straight through the underwear she was wearing, so that Alan's strong hand directly touched Anne's sensitive skin. 

"You're still so sensitive, baby, just like when I first touched you," Alan said softly, his voice heavy and full of lust now. 

Anne tried to get away from Alan, she didn't want to be consumed by the monster again. Therefore, with all her might, she tried to escape from Alan's arms. Without thinking, Anne immediately stepped on Alan's feet with all her might.

"Aargghh!" Alan screamed quite loudly because the force that Anne gave when she stepped on his foot was really great, so it hurt a lot. 

Because he felt pain in his foot, his arms, which was wrapped around her body, finally loosened. Anne, who had been expecting it, didn't waste her chance. Without thinking, Anne immediately ran from Alan up the stairs quickly and ran as hard as she could to her bedroom. During the run, Anne did not look back at all. She used all her strength to return to the room. 

Alan, who managed to relieve the pain in his legs, just smiled when he saw Anne running so fast from him. "No matter how far you run, I will still be able to catch you, dear. From the moment you set foot in Luxembourg, you were destined to be mine, Marianne."

Thump!

Alan's heart suddenly felt sick, as well as the head. It felt like there were hundreds of needles poking his head from various sides at this time. Because he didn't want to fall on the stairs, he decided to hurry down the stairs and sat on the floor, leaning on the sofa right beside the stairs. 

"What happened? Ah .. my head hurts so bad," Alan said softly while holding his head. 

Continued