Wrong Bed, Wrong Don: Marked by a Villain

"Come over to the bed," the inebriated stranger ordered Jessica in a gruff voice. She was completely drunk and began to stagger towards the bed, still holding a glass of whiskey. The young girl was unaware of what she was doing, nor was she conscious of her environment. She had been drugged by her so-called friends out of envy. Jessica finally got to the bed and stood in front of the man, mumbling incoherently. The stranger grabbed the cup, placing it haphazardly on a squared table beside the bed. It was odd that she could only see his chest and the remaining part of his body; his face was obscured. He didn't waste much time getting Jessica undressed, and she didn't appear to object. His hands stretched out to her panties as he effortlessly took off her skimpy gown, revealing her naked breasts. She was entirely exposed in front of him as she basked in the pleasure of his touch. She felt chills go down her spine as he toyed with her breasts and let his fingers work their magic over her body. She had never experienced this feeling as a virgin; it was thrilling, and she wanted him to continue. He hastily unbuttoned his shirt and pushed her firmly onto the bed. She could not see his face because of the alcohol's influence on her vision, but she did notice a large birthmark near his left arm. Jessica could already feel the stranger's hardness as he pressed his mouth into hers after frantically pulling out of his pants. __________________________________________________________________________________________________________ "Miss, miss, can you hear me?" she heard a masculine voice asking her. Jessica opened her eyes a little, but the brightness of the room compelled her to quickly close them. She was partially awake and could hear noises, but was too exhausted to check. She flipped to the other side of the bed, causing the blanket covering her to fall away. She felt naked, but because she was in what she believed was her room, she didn't bother to pull up the blanket. She suddenly realized someone was lying beside her, when her hands unexpectedly brushed a thick, wet substance on the bed. Immediately, she sprang up from the bed and the blanket fell off, revealing her nakedness to police officers, detectives, and medical practitioners, including journalists already taking pictures and trying to force their way into the room. Fortunately, the security guards at the entrance were violently shoving them outside. "What's happening? This is definitely not my room," she whispered in uncertainty, still in disbelief and oblivious to her nakedness. Jessica's gown was thrown on the bed by a female police officer, who gave her instructions to put it on. She realized she was nude at that point and quickly pulled the blanket over her chest. Her eyes were already starting to become moist, as fear gripped her. She looked at her hands and screamed loudly on seeing that they were covered with blood. She slowly moved her head in fright, gasping for breath as she took a glance at the side of the bed. The sight of a lifeless man, covered in his own blood, lying next to her, left her frightened. She screamed nonstop as she leaped out of the bed, her body partially covered by the blanket. However, she was ultimately unable to flee because of the thick blanket and fell to the ground. Her face was suddenly dripping with uncontrollable tears, her body shaking involuntarily while on the floor. She curled into a fetal position and wrapped her arms around her legs, her nose crinkled. The poor thing was in shock; her lips trembled, and she was unable to communicate with the police officer who had already begun his interrogation. Jessica needed to talk to Molly, Evelyn, and Courtney because she was perplexed and had many questions. Last night, they had persuaded her to go with them to this dreadful club. She was utterly unable to recall anything from the night before because of her total mental blankness. The last thing she could recall was dancing with her friends on the dance floor. She was unable to recall having s*x with a man or entering this room with him. At this point, it would be better if she just died. She inwardly prayed for the ground to swallow her. "Can you tell us what happened last night?" Mr. Harrison, one of the police officers, who seemed to be the one in charge, questioned Jessica after tapping her shoulder three times. Jessica immediately yelled at the top of her lungs, "I really don't know, officer, I don't remember coming here, I don't even know this man," and it was clear that she was genuinely terrified. "I'm sorry, but you are being held on suspicion of murder and will be coming with us." If only she had continued to follow her parents' instructions, if only she hadn't let her friends' convictions influence her, if only she hadn't been curious about what it's like to be a bad girl, if only she hadn't been desperate to know what it felt like to get wasted in a club. Her life would not have been in such a complete mess. She had just turned eighteen a few days ago, and this was her first visit to a club. Her parents would definitely be disappointed with her. She could already imagine them comparing her with her elder sister Jane, who was in her final year of college. Jane was still a virgin and had never stayed outside late, not to mention going to a club. Without giving Jessica a break, the female police officer handcuffed her after she had worn her clothes in the restroom. Jessica's feet were wobbly, but the officer's stern prodding forced her forward. She was accompanied by some police officers as they went outside the room. Her face was being exposed to a flashlight by several photographers, taking pictures continuously. She could hear journalists asking her questions, but how was she supposed to explain herself? Her mind was made up not to respond to their questions. At the same time, it felt like if she did talk, the world would see that she was innocent. "What did the young man do to you? Why did you kill him? Were you r***d? Was it self-defense?" Jessica was being questioned by a lady of average height. She had short black hair and seemed to be the same age as her sister Jane. The woman kept trying to go closer to Jessica, but the police kept pushing her away. "I didn't kill him, and I'm innocent. I don't even know who he is." While some of the hot tears dripped down her neck and soaked some of her clothing, others cascaded down her cheeks and into her lips. Because her hands were handcuffed behind her back, she was unable to wipe them off. Just as they came out of the hotel, she was frightened by the size of the crowd already gathered outside. Most of them had their phones out and were recording as they kept on calling her a murderer and a prostitute. She was about to go into the police van, when she spotted her mum amid the crowd. Jane and her father were standing next to her. They all looked disappointed; it was clearly written on their faces. She attempted to dash to them, but was immediately held back by some police officers. "Mum, I didn't kill anyone. Please," Jessica pleaded, struggling to run towards her mum. People around turned to look harshly at her mum. They also started to take pictures as well. Her mother had no option but to leave the vicinity. "I disown you, Jessica, die for all I care." Her father shouted in pain and anger. His fist was clenched as he glared at her with his already narrowed eyes. He left immediately without taking one last look at his daughter. She was hurt and all alone; nobody was going to come to her rescue. Her best friend Mike was on a business trip in China and would return in six months or even longer. She couldn't imagine herself rotting in jail for a crime she knew nothing about. Because Jessica's body was already frail and making her feel rather dizzy, she gave up on struggling with the police. She was shoved roughly into the van. The other officers got into the car and they took off. Just as they were about to approach the gate, about ten posh black cars swarmed in at full speed, bringing the police van to an abrupt halt. The enraged crowd dashed hastily to the cars, full of excitement. They were interested in finding out what was about to happen. A tall, energetic young man with dark hair descended from one of the automobiles. From the cashmere suit he was wearing to the Rolex watch on his wrist and his sparkling shoes, it was obvious that he was well off. However, a black face mask made it impossible for anyone to recognize him. As he moved toward the police van, the scene was filled with loud murmurs from the crowd. The instant he showed Mr. Harrison something no one else could see, the officer became terrified. Unexpectedly, he ordered that Jessica be released. While he continued speaking with the other police officers, his voice was trembling. He was seized by fear, which was visibly written all over his face. Some even saw how his body shook while standing before the stranger.