Christina's clothes had been stripped clean. She lay desperately on the bed, looking at the ceiling, having given up fighting.

Just then there was a knock at the door.

Christina's nerves were tense. The door was unlocked. If the person who knocked on the door just pushed it in, she would have been exposed.

She sprang up, escaped from his side, and fell to the carpet. The man, not expecting her to do so, frowned and stared at her.

Christina made no effort to hide her dislike for him and immediately picked herself up from the floor. She quickly picked up the sheet next to her and wrapped it around...