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Season 3

Episode 37

(I will be responsible for you)

Emily woke up, feeling dizzy and groggy. She lay on the bed, in a daze for a while, before she steadied her breathing, trying to clear her mind.    
She could not help looking around and wondering where she was.    

"Emily, you are awake!" A soft, familiar voice came from her right side, startling her. Suddenly, she became aware, as her heart rose and fell inside her chest.    

Emily fought the disorientation and sat up quickly, and the soft quilt that was covering her slid down from her shoulder. Before she knew it, she was surprised to find herself completely nude.  

'What the hell happened to me?' she wondered.    

Emily's hands scrambled frantically to cover her body with the quilt. 

Then she looked to the side to see Jack, who was standing near the bed.    

Jack was buttoning his shirt, slowly and methodically, as he stood in a relaxed upright posture. He cast a meaningful look at Emily, with all his masculine charms.    

Emily, however, did not find any of it attractive. Instead, at that moment, she felt a wave of unprecedented panic.  

"What happened?" she asked in a trembling voice.    

Jack noticed the apparent panic in her eyes. His heart ached simply because she was repulsed by him.    
He buttoned the last button, bent over to pick up the clothes scattered on the ground, and then he walked towards Emily. "Just now... Have you forgotten what happened just now?" he asked.    

"Just now?" Emily tried to recall what had happened before she lost her consciousness. The only thing she could remember was drinking coffee at the cafĂ©, but everything that followed right after that was just a blur. Anxious, beads of sweat appeared on her forehead. "You used hallucinogenic agents at me and took me to this place, right? Jack, what the hell is going on? What do you want from me?" she shouted at him.  

Jack handed Emily's clothes to her, which took her by fear and surprise, as she moved backwards, remaining on high alert. The light in Jack's eyes dimmed with sorrow. Without any explanation. he just burst out laughing. "What do I want from you? I have gotten what I wanted from you,"  he said, with a brazen-faced expression.    

"It can't be true! I don't believe it…" Emily muttered and refused to believe his words.  

Jack sat beside her, then he reached out to pinch her delicate chin, forcing her to face him. 

"Nothing is impossible. Do you think I wouldn't be aroused by a woman lying naked in my bed?   

Especially, if that woman was the love of my life,"  he said.    

Feeling repulsed, Emily shoved his hand away, as she bit her lips hard and then said, "You are a shameless pig."    

"If I was not shameless, would I be able to have you here?" he asked. 

Suddenly, as the agitation within him grew, he continued, "As a matter of fact, Jacob is more shameless than I am. Otherwise, he would not have stolen your heart from me on purpose."  

"Jacob is nothing like you!" Emily immediately defended Jacob.    

"Are you sure?" he asked. Jack raised his voice, expressing great jealousy, but he immediately controlled his emotions, as he lowered his voice and said, "Emily, I love you. I can give you everything that Jacob has given you, and I can do all the things he has done for you..."    

Jack pleaded guilty of his past sins. 

However, as the old saying went— a fault confessed is half redressed. 

Why was she reluctant to give him a chance to correct his mistakes?    

It was not fair to him at all.    

"At least, he has never forced himself on me, but you did. Tell me, what the hell have you done to me?" Emily asked in an icy cold tone. 

 "I have done all I have ever wanted to do,"  Jack said, with an expressionless face, as he spaced the words for emphasis. "I do not regret it at all,"  he said.    

"Get out! Get out of here! Get out!" 

Emily yelled, as she could no longer restrain her anger. She picked up the pillow and threw it at Jack.    

Jack caught it with his hand and sniggered. Her hatred and impolite behavior did not anger him. He just put down her clothes on the bedside table and said in a soft voice, "Calm yourself down. I'll come back to you later."  

After saying that, he turned to open the door and went out, following her wishes.    

When Jack left the room, Emily sat back in horror, feeling utterly deflated, like a balloon, which was punctured by someone with a pin.    

Muddled as her thoughts were, she could not tell whether what he had said was true or not. However, just the mere thought of his claims, swam up in her thoughts and a breath of despair escaped her lips.    
'I… Is any of it true? Did Jack really?    
Even if I hypnotize myself and tell myself that he didn't touch me, will I really believe it from the bottom of my heart? The answer is NO.  

Why... Why would he do this to me? It's all my fault.    

I am very much to blame. If I hadn't insisted on seeing him, none of this would have happened. Why am I so foolish? I've already put my head in the noose.'    

With each passing thought, Emily's mood and spirit dwindled away. 

Grimacing, Emily resented Jack, but she resented herself even more. In despair, she pulled the quilt towards her and buried her face in it, then she whimpered like a wounded animal, frigid tears trickling across her face.  

Mentally traumatised, her body ached with a chill that was more from terror and sadness, and she could scarcely breathe. After her eyes had run dry, she leant forward and heaved, vomiting copiously on the floor, almost spilling her guts out.    

Jack stood outside the door, listening to the sound of vomiting inside, and his heart ached for Emily. He bit his thin lips nervously, concerned for the woman inside the room. Jack almost pushed the door open and rushed in, but, he fought off his impulse and stood still. 

Instead, he took a cigarette out of his pocket and lit it up.  

In truth, apart from kissing her uncontrollably, Jack did not dare to go beyond that. Emily, being the simple-minded girl that she was, fell from his deceptions, believing his words without careful consideration.    

A few hours ago, when he saw Emily lying naked under the quilt in his bed, every fibre of his being begged him to sleep with her.    

However, he somehow controlled his desires. He didn't want to take advantage of her perilous state. He had no intentions of making her hate him more than she already did. 

Jack planned to tell her the truth, but only when the timing would best suit his machinations.  

Jack lied to Emily in order to provoke a conflict between her and Jacob, consequently, letting her realize that Jacob didn't love her as much as she thought.    

Jack waited for a long time at the door, before he twisted the knob and went in.    

When Jack came in, Emily was already dressed. Her face was frozen, and her eyes were still bloodshot and tear-soaked.    

Without even looking at Jack, she proceeded to walk towards the door.    

Before she knew it, Jack put his hand in front of her and stopped her. "Emily, we need to talk,"  he said.  

"I don't want to see your face!" Emily replied.    

"Now that I have slept with you, I will take responsibility for my actions,"  Jack promised.    

Emily was nauseated by his shamelessness and arrogance. She drew her hand back and delivered a strong, open handed smack on his face. "Jack, you make me sick! Don't you ever come near me again!" she screamed.    

Jack's heartache rose to a crescendo and the pain burst out from his chest in a vicious shout of anguish. However, he swallowed his pride and said, "Well, we don't have to talk about it right now. I just wanted to ask you, when you go back, what will you say to Jacob?"  

Emily's eyes reddened again, and she shouted at him, "Shut up! It's none of your business!"    

Jack seemed to have ignored her words, as he continued, "We both know that the thing Jacob hates the most is betrayal, be it mental or physical. If he finds out that you slept with me, do you think he will still love you?"    

"I said, it's none of your business! Get out of my sight!" she yelled. The very sight of his face, repulsed Emily. She shoved Jack aside, just to rid herself of the suffocating situation she was in.  

Jack disregarded her wishes. He reached out his hands and held Emily in his arms. He begged, "Emily, don't go back, please? I can protect you."    

Emily didn't expect Jack to be brazen enough to say something like that. She yelled, "You must be dreaming! Let go of me! I want to get out of here! Now!"    

"But I don't want you to leave,"  he insisted. Jack forced her to sit down on the sofa. He looked into her eyes, but Emily turned away and struggled to leave. He felt helpless, so he resorted to threats. "If you insist on leaving, I can guarantee that Jacob will receive our intimate photos, the second you walk out of this door,"  he said.  

"You…" Emily was driven mad with rage, as her face contorted with fury and shock. She wanted to curse Jack, but she could not think of any words that could express her hatred towards him.    

"You don't believe me, do you?" he asked. Jack took out his cell phone from his pocket and turned the screen directly to Emily so that she could see the picture.    

In the picture, Emily was lying on the bed with Jack, with her eyes closed. Although the picture was not obscene, her naked shoulders and Jack's naked upper body portrayed a dubious relationship between them. Any other person who would see that picture, would surely let their libidinous imagination run wild. 

Emily was so shocked by the picture. Horror dragged a scream up her throat, but she kept her teeth clamped tightly and it emerged as a groan. Emily trembled, her breath coming in hitching gasps. "Jack, what the hell do you want from me? Just tell me!" she pleaded.

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