I'll Teach You, Marianne.

Chapter 367 - I Hate You, You Monster!

Anne woke up from her sleep because her throat was dry after crying almost all night. She didn't change position much during her sleep as her whole body ached.

"Jack...sorry, I'm sorry..." Anne sobbed softly when she managed to remember what happened to her last night. Luckily, Alan had removed his hand from Anne's body, so Anne was able to get out of bed without any trouble.

Enduring the stinging pain, Anne walked to the bathroom. The first thing she wanted to do was clean her body from the remains of Alan's touches last night. Her eyes were filled with tears again when she saw the blood stains on the bed she had just left.. Her chest felt tight again. To keep her voice from being heard, she bit her lip hard. She didn't want to wake the evil monster who was still sleeping. The bathroom which was only a few steps away felt so far away for Anne who walked like a snail.

"God...help me, lift this pain a little," said Anne softly, the blanket covering her body made her steps even slower.

After staying silent for a long time, Anne finally had some strength. She then let go of the blanket that had been covering her body as she realized that the blanket made her unable to walk quickly. After a lot of struggle, she arrived at the bathroom. She immediately locked the door from the inside and walked towards the large mirror in front of the sink. Her lips trembled when she saw her reflection in the mirror.

Her already swollen eyes popped on her ashen face, not to mention the few love bites Alan had made on her skin. Anne closed her eyes with tears flowing freely as she touched her chest which was full of purplish red marks. Every love bite that was created on her skin was painful to the touch.

"Y-you're evil, Alan, you're evil. I hate you so much ..."

Those words came out of Anne's pale lips as she stood under the shower. She deliberately took a shower to wash away every trace that Alan left on her body. She burst into tears again when she remembered the stupidity she had done last night. It was a great stupidity that carried her away and fell in Alan's touches. Although initially it was Alan who started it, she did not deny her very fatal mistake because she thought Alan was Jack. That was why she finally let Alan touch her.

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"Jack, sob, I'm sorry.. I should be able to tell the difference between you and that crazy guy boo hoo.... I'm sorry, Jack, forgive my stupidity."

Anne's loud cries were covered by the sound of water trickled on the floor. Since last night, Anne had refrained from shouting Jack's name like now.

Only once did Anne say Jack's name, just before Alan did it. She mentioned Jack's name as she was carried away by the atmosphere. She was lost in her longing for Jack and continued to think that Alan was Jack until finally her awareness came when they were done. Regardless of the cold floor, Anne sat with the shower still running cold water. Even as her body started to shiver, she didn't care. She was determined to leave where she is now when all the signs Alan had made disappeared.

The first thing Alan did when he opened his eyes was to look for Anne, in a state not yet fully aware Alan finally realized that Anne was not beside him after he did not find the body of the woman he managed to possess last night.

"Anne!!!" Alan hissed spontaneously, without wearing his clothes Alan immediately jumped on the bed to check the door. He almost fell when his feet got wrapped in the blanket that Anne had left on the floor.

"Blanket, she's still here. Yes, I'm sure she's still in the villa," Alan said softly as he tightly gripped the blanket he had just lifted off the floor.

Alan's eagle eyes glanced at the tightly closed bathroom, he was sure that Anne was in the bathroom. Because last night before going to bed, Alan had gone to the bathroom for a while and didn't close the bathroom door properly. After making sure that Anne was still in his territory, Alan grabbed his sleeping pajama which was on the chair.

"No, junior no, you already got a special gift last night. This morning you have to calm down and don't torture me. My woman is still tired so don't be too ambitious. Give her some time to adjust. You still have plenty of opportunities to satisfy yourself again, junior," said Jack slowly at his manhood, which had hardened again and was seen poking under the pajamas that Jack was wearing.

Feeling thirsty, Jack then walked to his refrigerator. "She hasn't even drink yet."

In one turn, the bottle cap that was already in his hand was opened. Alan then gulped the cold water in the glass bottle in one straight shot. In addition to quenching his thirst, Alan also tried to calm his burning desire.

"You bastard," said Alan, chuckling, staring at his groin which was not as hard as before. He then chose to wear his boxer shorts to make sure his junior remained obedient to him.

After feeling comfortable Alan then walked towards the bathroom door. From the time he got up until he put on his boxers, it had taken about ten minutes and Anne had not come out of the bathroom yet. Anxiety began to overcome his mind. .

Knock

Knock

Knock

"Open the door, Anne! I know you're in there! Come on, open the door, there's nothing you can do alone in the bathroom, Anne," Alan said loudly after knocking on the bathroom door three times.

Alan was stunned when he didn't hear an answer from inside. He took a deep breath trying to calm himself down, because he knew who was in the bathroom at the moment. Alan was not afraid of Anne doing bad things to herself, because there were no sharp objects in the bathroom. Even if she had the strength of Hercules, it didn't necessarily able to destroy the thick glass of the bathroom wall, because Alan had installed a special glass that couldn't be destroyed with a kick or an ordinary bullet. But Alan's patience slowly ran out when he realized that Anne had already spent more than 20 minutes.

Knock

Knock

Knock

"Anne, open the door now!!! Don't make me angry, Anne, you'll regret it if you make me angry," rebuked Alan who started to worry, because he didn't hear any sound from inside the bathroom.

Alan was running out of patience. Without hesitation, he walked to the nightstand and grabbed a gun that was hidden in one corner of the nightstand.

Bang!

In one shot, the door handle that was instantly crushed. Alan kicked the bathroom door open with his foot, and the door swung open immediately.

"Anne!!!" Alan shouted loudly when he found the figure he had been looking for more than twenty minutes.

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