I'll Teach You, Marianne.

All the way to their destination, Anne didn't speak at all. She was still annoyed at Alan who harassed her in the room a while ago. She preferred to stare at the busy city streets of Tromso rather than having to talk to Alan, who was wrapping his arms possessively around her waist. 

"What happens, Nick? Why is the road so jammed?" Alan protested to Nicholas who was his navigator tonight.

"It looks like there's a big event going on at the art building, sir." The driver from the hotel answered Alan's question. 

Alan raised an eyebrow. "An event at the arts building? But why didn't I hear this kind of information before?" 

Nicholas, who realized Alan's great anger, immediately grabbed his cell phone and tried to find out what caused their trip to be interrupted this time. 

"It's a charity event, sir. There's a group of businessmen who are raising funds for the improvement of sanitation facilities in Africa, sir." Nicholas immediately explained the reason for the delay in their journey to an Indian-style tent that Alan had ordered earlier.

"Imagine it, nothing is truly sincere when it comes to things like this. They must have other interests in holding an event like this," replied Alan curtly. He was already very familiar with these kinds of things. 

"Isn't there another way to get there?" 

"No sir, this is the only way. And actually we have also arrived at your destination, sir, we just need to wait in line to enter that place, sir," replied the driver provided by the hotel courteously. 

Alan took a deep breath, trying to calm himself down so he wouldn't be angry right now. One thing he hated was being stuck in traffic like this. Nicholas, who knew that his master was very upset, could only stay silent. He didn't talk much because he didn't want to make his master's mood worse. 

After being stuck in the car for more than twenty minutes, Alan's patience ran out. He then invited Anne and Nicholas to walk to an inn which was not far from where they were now. Actually, walking was not a problem for Anne. While in London, walking was one of her favorite activities to burn fat every morning with Linda and Paul before the move. However, at the moment, the situation was different, and Anne felt uncomfortable walking. The straps of the g-strings that she wore were very torturous, not to mention the bra straps that feel almost detached after Alan tried to take them off in the car. 

Alan's eyes stared cynically at the art building which had caused him a delay and made him walk. He was very annoyed to see the businessmen who were in the building. 

"It's a charity event, yet it was flocked with so many journalists! Pooh! What a bunch of hypocrites," said Alan quietly, commenting on the businessmen who were in the art building. 

Nicholas, who was dragging the suitcase containing their clothes, smiled at his master's words. 

"That's the place, sir, it's really near the art building," Nicholas said excitedly, pointing at the complex of Indian-style tents in front of them. 

"Why is it so crowded, Nick? Didn't you tell me this place was very quiet before?" asked Alan curtly when he saw the number of cars that were lining up near the Indian-style tents.

"According to the information I got, this place is always quiet from the hustle and bustle, sir, I'm sure that after the event in this building is over, everything will return to the way it was, sir," Nicholas answered quickly. He really hoped that what he said it really happened. Because he didn't know at all that there would be a crowd like this.

Alan did not respond to Nicholas' words again. He felt that what Nicholas said made sense. His anger faded a little because he saw many people were walking just like them from the main road because they were stuck in the same traffic jam. 

When many other female tourists protested for walking, Anne was silent. She didn't give any reaction. She was lost in her own thoughts trying to find a way to escape from Alan. Although the opportunity to escape was very slim, but Anne did not want to waste it, she wanted to keep trying and hope to be free from Alan tonight. 

"Welcome to the North Tromso tour camp! This place is specifically for all of you who want to get a different sensation of sleeping under a sky full of Aurora. One of the natural phenomena that is very beautiful and extraordinary," said a middle-aged woman to the tourists who were about to enter the camp area.

"You all don't have to worry. Indeed, the theme area is currently being filled with many people because of the charity activities organized by entrepreneurs in Tromso, but after the event is over, this place will be quiet again, so that your comfort will not be disturbed," she added, trying to explain what actually happened. 

Alan and the group, who were standing at the back of the crowd of tourists, could hear all the words of the middle-aged woman who was their tour guide. Even though the people who were attending the charity event had not yet left, but he was already very excited. Suddenly Alan wrapped his arms around Anne's waist, as she stood there beside him, and almost made Anne, who was lost in her own thoughts, almost scream. 

"Are you daydreaming?"

Anne shook her head quickly. "N-no, I'm not daydreaming."

"Really? Are you thinking about our activities later in the tent, Anne?" Alan asked, quietly teasing Anne.

Anne's cheeks heated up hearing Alan's words. Even though she already knew what Alan was talking about, but she still felt nervous when she was reminded of it again. "Don't talk nonsense."

Alan chuckled at the words of Anne who was tightly wrapped in his arms. "Don't be shy, Anne. We are husband and wife now. And as husband and wife, we ​​must be honest with each other during sex, so that we both get a fair share of satisfaction. I don't want to be satisfied alone when we reach the top. I want you to also feel what I feel, and believe me, I will make you feel much greater pleasure than this afternoon when you experience that orgasm this afternoon." 

  Anne closed her eyes upon hearing Alan's words. Being reminded of what happened earlier that afternoon made her hate her husband even more. 

"Be patient, Anne. Let's just wait for the right time. You will be able to escape this crazy monster.." Anne spoke to herself as she closed her eyes expectantly.