I’m a college student who tutors kids on weekends to make a little extra money. My latest employer? A wealthy single dad—charming, polished, and devastatingly handsome. But I never expected that after drinking a cup of coffee his daughter handed me, I’d lose all strength, helplessly watching as he walked toward me step by step. He carried me into his bedroom. No matter how much I begged, he ignored me. In the end, he shattered my innocence completely. My name is Leah White, and I’m a student at Crestwood University studying to become a teacher. On weekends, I tutor kids to make ends meet. One day, someone introduced me to a new tutoring gig. The student’s name was Shannon, and her father wanted me to give her intensive lessons over two full days during the weekend. The Landons are filthy rich, and the pay they were offering was unbelievable. I called the number on the card and spoke to Shannon’s father, Ryan Landon. Ryan was quick to seal the deal—he wired me a hefty deposit right away. When I saw all those zeros in my account, my hands literally shook. This man was generous! Early Saturday morning, a car arrived to pick me up and drove me to the outskirts of town. The Landon mansion was massive, complete with a sprawling yard. It looked like something straight out of a movie about the rich and powerful. The kind of wealth I couldn’t even begin to imagine. Waiting for me at the door was a strikingly handsome middle-aged man. He was tall, with sharp features and a polished demeanor that made him look like he belonged in an expensive magazine ad. “Welcome, Ms. White. I’m Ryan Landon, Shannon’s father,” he said warmly, extending a hand to me. He greeted me with a polite smile, clearly pleased that I’d arrived. As I stepped into the grand, luxurious living room, Shannon came down the spiral staircase. She looked frail and pale, like someone who didn’t get much exercise. I followed her upstairs to her room, and we began the lesson. The room was warm—too warm. Within minutes, I was sweating. I took off my sweater, leaving just a fitted T-shirt underneath. That’s when I heard it—the sound of someone swallowing hard. I glanced up and froze. Ryan was standing behind me, his eyes burning into me. His hand rested casually on the back of my chair. I had no idea how long he’d been standing there, watching me. I felt uncomfortable, but what could I say? “Don’t mind me, Ms. White. Please continue,” he said, pushing his glasses up the bridge of his nose as if nothing was amiss. “You’re an excellent teacher—I’d love to sit in and listen.” He made no move to leave. He was the one paying me, so I had no choice but to force a smile and keep teaching. Shannon was focused on her notes, but I could feel it—Ryan’s eyes, hot and heavy, watching me. Every time I turned around, his gaze seemed to follow my every curve. Finally, I “accidentally” glanced back. Sure enough, his eyes were fixed on the neckline of my T-shirt. “Mr. Landon,” I said firmly, “don’t you have something else to do?” But he just smiled, unbothered. “Well, Ms. White, I am paying you a lot of money. I just want to make sure I’m getting my money’s worth.” The light reflecting off his glasses couldn’t hide the way his eyes roamed over me. I stiffened and grabbed my sweater, pulling it back on despite the heat. “Aren’t you hot, Ms. White? You’re sweating so much—it’s soaking through your shirt,” he said. Then, to my horror, he reached out and touched my cheek. I jerked my head away, glaring. “Mr. Landon, you’re distracting us from our work. Please leave.” He chuckled, brushing his hand against his lips. “You’ve got a bit of a temper, don’t you?” he said, amused. “Alright, I’ll leave.” Finally, he walked out, but he didn’t close the door. It stayed slightly ajar, as if he planned to come back. After he left, I leaned toward Shannon and asked quietly, “Shannon, when is your mom coming home?” We’d agreed I’d spend the weekend at their house to tutor her, and I hadn’t been worried about it before. But now, I was on edge. Shannon’s eyes filled with tears. “My mom passed away,” she said softly. My heart sank. “I’m so sorry, Shannon. I didn’t know,” I said gently. I tried to compose myself and refocus on the lesson, but something felt off. That’s when I heard it—a faint clicking sound. Looking around the room, my eyes landed on a camera mounted on top of Shannon’s wardrobe. The lens followed my movements, its tiny red light blinking as it recorded everything. “Shannon, keep working on your problems,” I said, forcing my voice to stay calm. I walked to the door and yanked it open. Ryan was still there, leaning casually against the wall. “Mr. Landon, what the hell do you think you’re doing?” I demanded.
Ryan turned off his phone screen and straightened up, his face flushed with excitement. “I didn’t do anything,” he said with a smirk. I glared at him, my voice cold. “I saw everything. You’ve been spying on me through the camera in Shannon’s room!” My eyesight is sharp, and I had caught a quick glance at his phone earlier. He wasn’t just watching me—he was zooming in on specific parts of my body! “What’s wrong with checking security footage?” he said, feigning innocence. “Ms. White, why are you so defensive? Unless… you’ve stolen something?” I may come from a poor background, but I still have my dignity. This was a line I refused to cross. I had no interest in “playing along” with his twisted games. “Mr. Landon, I haven’t stolen anything, but I can’t continue teaching Shannon. You’ll need to find someone else,” I said firmly. Ryan’s lips curled into a sly smile. “Ms. White, accusations require proof. Perhaps I should search you, just to make sure you’re not hiding anything under your clothes.” Before I could respond, he stepped closer, trapping me between his arms. “If you touch me, I’ll scream,” I warned, my voice shaking with rage. His eyes narrowed dangerously. “If I’m unhappy with your ‘service,’ Ms. White, I can make sure no one in this town ever hires you to tutor again.” I stared at him, stunned by his audacity. He was actually threatening me, using his wealth and connections to control me. “You know exactly why I don’t want to stay,” I said through clenched teeth. “Your threats won’t work on me. I’ll return every cent you paid me, down to the last dollar.” Without waiting for his response, I turned on my heel and headed back to Shannon’s room to pack my things. Shannon watched me with wide, teary eyes, like she wanted to say something but couldn’t find the words. “Shannon,” I said softly, “if you ever need help with your homework, you can send me a message, and I’ll explain the problems to you.” With my bag in hand, I walked downstairs, determined to leave. But when I reached the front door, my heart sank. The car that had brought me here—and the driver—were gone. I stood frozen, staring out into the darkness. The mansion was isolated, surrounded by nothing but dense forest. There wasn’t a single house or shop in sight. I pulled out my phone and opened the map app, but it couldn’t even locate where I was. The entire screen showed nothing but blank space. Ryan followed me to the door, looking completely unbothered. “Ms. White, this house is in the middle of the mountains. You won’t make it far on your own.” Cold sweat dripped down my back. My hands were clammy as I clenched my phone tightly. “Mr. Landon,” I said, trying to keep my voice steady, “please ask the driver to take me back. I’ll pay for the gas if that’s the issue!” He chuckled, shaking his head. “Money isn’t a problem for me, Ms. White. But I think it’s best if you stay and stick to the plan.” Before I could respond, Shannon came running down the stairs, clutching her workbook. “Ms. White,” she said nervously, “there are bears in these woods. It’s too dangerous for a girl to walk out there alone. You should stay the night. The driver will definitely be here tomorrow to take you home.” I clenched my teeth, furious. But what choice did I have? Ryan had planned this entire situation perfectly. I sighed and nodded, deciding it was best to stay close to Shannon. As long as I stayed by her side, Ryan wouldn’t dare try anything. I followed her back inside. As she closed the door, she shot her father a pleading look. Ryan didn’t say anything, but his behavior became noticeably more restrained afterward. For the next few hours, he didn’t show up, and the camera in Shannon’s room stayed off. Before I knew it, it was nighttime. Shannon yawned a few times, rubbing her eyes. “Ms. White, can we stop here for today? Let’s continue tomorrow,” she said, her voice soft with drowsiness. I was exhausted too. My throat was dry, and my head felt heavy. Reluctantly, I agreed. The Landon mansion had two floors, but strangely, there were no maids or staff in sight. “Where will I be sleeping tonight?” I asked. Shannon gave me a small smile. “The guest room is ready for you, Ms. White. The sheets are brand new.” I hesitated. “Shannon, I’m afraid of the dark. Can I share your room tonight?” Her face fell, and she looked at her single bed nervously. “My bed is really small, Ms. White. I don’t think we’ll both fit.” “I’m also not used to having someone else in my room. I wouldn’t be able to sleep,” she added apologetically. I sighed. “Alright, I’ll manage in the guest room.” The guest room was on the first floor. As soon as I walked in, I grabbed a chair and wedged it under the doorknob. It wasn’t much, but it gave me a small sense of security. I didn’t dare sleep deeply. Instead, I leaned against the wall, drifting in and out of a light doze. At some point, I was startled awake by the sound of distant screams—high-pitched and desperate, like a woman crying out in agony. Mixed with the screams was the deep, guttural roar of a man shouting angrily. For a moment, I thought I was dreaming. But the sounds continued, sending shivers down my spine.
The sound nearly made my heart jump out of my chest. The mansion was eerily quiet at night, surrounded by pitch-black darkness outside. Empty and silent, it felt suffocating. The cries kept coming in waves, faint but persistent. I couldn’t stop myself from worrying about Shannon. Finally, I decided to crack open the door just a little to peek outside. The sound was coming from the living room ahead. I tiptoed down the hallway, careful not to make a sound. When I reached the living room, I found it empty. But on the massive flat-screen TV, an explicit adult film was playing. My face instantly turned red as I realized what I was seeing. In the scene, a woman was being restrained by several men, struggling and crying out in anguish—the same screams I had heard earlier. I spun around to leave, but I slammed straight into a wall of muscle. Ryan was standing right behind me, blocking my way. Before I could step back, he grabbed me by the waist, his hands moving over me as his alcohol-laced breath filled the air. “Can’t sleep, Ms. White?” he asked, his voice low and predatory. I pushed against him, trying desperately to put some distance between us. “I heard strange noises and thought something might be wrong. I just came to check,” I said quickly, using Shannon as a shield. “If there’s nothing wrong, I’ll head back now. I need to be ready to teach Shannon in the morning.” But Ryan didn’t move. Instead, he smirked, clearly amused by my excuse. “Strange noises?” he said, leaning closer. “Ms. White, surely you know exactly what kind of noises those were.” I pretended not to understand, turning my head away to avoid his gaze. “Ms. White,” he said, his grip tightening around my waist, “don’t tell me you don’t have a boyfriend yet?” His voice dropped as he leaned even closer, his lips nearly brushing my neck. “You smell amazing.” “Mr. Landon, behave yourself!” I snapped. “Your daughter is asleep right upstairs!” “And so?” he replied nonchalantly, his tone dripping with arrogance. “Everything in this house—I paid for it. I worked hard to earn it all. On my property, I can do whatever I want.” “Don’t you care that Shannon might find out?” I shot back. “Find out what? That her mother’s gone, and her father gets lonely sometimes? She’s old enough to understand that much,” he said, his voice calm, as if he were discussing the weather. What kind of father talks like that? I was so angry my hands were shaking. Ryan’s eyes shamelessly lingered on my heaving chest, his gaze making my skin crawl. “Ms. White,” he said, his voice a mix of mockery and temptation, “name your price.” “What… are you talking about?” I asked, narrowing my eyes. “You’re a smart girl. Surely you understand,” he said with a crooked smile. “Let’s make a deal: I pay, you stay. Simple as that. A mutually beneficial arrangement.” Anger boiled up inside me. Without thinking, I swung my hand, aiming to slap him across the face. But Ryan caught my wrist mid-air, gripping it tightly. His fingers moved over my skin, sending waves of disgust through me. “Ms. White,” he said with a sly grin, “drop the act. You didn’t come here in those tight, curve-hugging clothes for nothing, did you? You wanted my attention, and now you’ve got it.” I was so furious I couldn’t even speak. Just then, Shannon appeared at the top of the stairs, clutching a stuffed animal. “Dad? Ms. White? What are you doing?” she asked, her voice groggy from sleep. I froze, unsure of how much she had heard or seen. Ryan instinctively let go of my hand and turned to Shannon. “Oh, nothing, sweetheart,” he said, his voice suddenly warm and fatherly. “Ms. White just came down for a glass of water. Go back to bed, okay?” But I didn’t wait for his permission to leave. I ran back to the guest room and locked the door behind me. Before I closed it fully, I caught a glimpse of Shannon still standing at the top of the stairs, staring down at her father with an unreadable expression. Maybe she sensed something was off. Whatever the case, her unexpected appearance had bought me some time. For now, Ryan backed off. I didn’t dare go back to sleep. I turned on every light in the guest room and sat by the window, gripping a dumbbell I had found in the corner. If he tried sneaking in, I was ready to smash it over his head. But the night passed without any further incidents. It seemed Ryan had actually gone to bed. By the time dawn broke, I was utterly exhausted. At some point, I had dozed off at the desk, my head resting on my arms. A sudden knock at the door jolted me awake. I sat up with a start, my heart pounding. I quickly checked myself, relieved to find my clothes still intact.
“Ms. White, are you awake?” It was Shannon calling me for breakfast. I quickly freshened up and followed her to the dining room. Ryan was already there, sitting at the table, engrossed in the financial news. He looked every bit the picture of a polished, successful businessman. If I hadn’t experienced what happened yesterday, I would’ve been fooled by this calm, picture-perfect image of him. Today, however, he seemed different—almost like someone else. He barely acknowledged me, only glancing up briefly to greet me. “Good morning, Ms. White,” he said simply, then returned to sipping his coffee, his eyes glued to the news. Not a single lingering look, not a trace of his usual predatory presence. I sat next to Shannon, who seemed genuinely thrilled to have me there. She kept piling food onto my plate. “Ms. White, you have to try this custard bun! It’s so good.” “Ms. White, these rice rolls are my favorite. Do you like them?” I didn’t know why she was so warm and friendly toward me, but her enthusiasm was contagious. Before I realized it, I’d eaten far more than I usually would. After barely sleeping last night, I was exhausted. “Ms. White, you’ve got such dark circles under your eyes! Did you not sleep well in a new place? Let me make you some coffee. Our Blue Mountain beans are amazing,” she said, already heading toward the kitchen. Coffee sounded good. I’d never had proper, high-quality coffee before—mostly because I couldn’t afford it. Every penny I earned from tutoring went to support my mom. At school, I lived as frugally as possible. Spending 5or5 or 5or6 on a cup of coffee at a café always felt like a luxury I couldn’t justify. So, I didn’t decline. Shannon quickly returned with two cups, one for each of us. The coffee was rich and aromatic, and after just one sip, I felt a little sharper and more awake. After breakfast, Shannon pulled me upstairs to start the lesson. Ryan grabbed his car keys, looking like he was heading out. “Study hard with your teacher,” he said to Shannon before nodding at me and stepping outside. Was it possible he felt guilty after Shannon had caught him last night? Maybe his conscience had finally kicked in. Either way, as long as he stayed away, I didn’t care. Once this lesson was over, I swore I’d never set foot in this mansion again. With Ryan gone, I felt a wave of relief. I threw myself into teaching, finally able to focus. Shannon worked diligently on her essay while I recorded practice questions for her oral exercises. Time flew by—until something strange happened. My eyelids started to feel impossibly heavy. The words on the worksheet began to blur and swirl in front of my eyes. What was happening to me? I tried to shake it off, but the room spun around me. Then, out of the corner of my eye, I saw Shannon suddenly slump forward, her head hitting the desk with a loud thud. “Shannon! Shannon, wake up! Are you okay?” I tried to call out to her, but my voice came out weak, barely above a whisper. She didn’t respond. A wave of panic surged through me, but my body felt like it was weighed down by lead. I couldn’t move. I summoned every ounce of strength I had to stand, but my legs buckled, and I collapsed onto the floor. Help… someone help us… The door creaked open. Ryan’s familiar face appeared in the doorway. He had come back. When he saw the scene in front of him, a slow, sinister smile spread across his face. I was doomed. Ryan stepped inside, shutting the door behind him. He bent down and scooped me up effortlessly. “Ms. White, why are you resting on the floor? Wouldn’t the bed be so much more comfortable?” I wanted to fight him off, to scream, to curse him—but my body wouldn’t obey me. I could only watch helplessly as he carried me into an unfamiliar room. The walls were covered with photos. Photos of Ryan with a woman who bore an eerie resemblance to me. A chill ran down my spine. Before I could process what I was seeing, Ryan laid me down on the bed and pinned me in place, his weight pressing down on me. He leaned in, his lips brushing against my neck. “Ms. White,” he whispered, his voice dripping with mockery, “you’re such a bright student. Surely you’ve heard the phrase ‘all roads lead to the same destination’? You struggled so much yesterday, but look where you are now—right here in my bed.”
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