The disposable camera was meant to secretly capture his face as evidence for when she finally reported him to the police. The remaining physical proof could be gathered by the authorities later; she wasn’t about to risk her own neck any further than necessary.
And the bag—well, that was a genuine peace offering for Silas. If I show enough affection to buy you gifts, surely you won’t kill me… right?
‘Phew… good thing I didn’t buy the smoke grenades. That would have looked suspicious as hell.’
Her original scheme had been to buy a hundred smoke grenades and throw them continuously all the way to the police station. Three seconds per grenade would have given her five full minutes of cover.
However, uncertain how much of the game’s logic applied to this world, she had decided to test the delivery system with the first aid kit first. Unlike in the game, items didn’t instantly materialize in front of her. That meant purchases arrived as physical packages on the first floor—packages she could never intercept before Silas. Thank God she hadn't ordered a crate of military-grade explosives.
“A gift, huh?”
“A surprise…? You always loved it when I gave you gifts.”
Rachel moved quickly to gaslight him, trying to defuse the sharp suspicion in his eyes.
“Not really my taste.”
“…Oh, come on! You always said you loved my gifts before! Even when it wasn't your style, you cherished them simply because they came from me. That made me so happy. You must really care about me that much!”
She attempted to maneuver her way out of danger once more, but this time Silas wasn't so easily swayed.
“And what did I ever buy for you? Should I check my card history?”
He knew full well that nothing noteworthy would show up. The only reason he brought it up was because he had recently developed a taste for watching her squirm.
“…H-honey, you look exceptionally sexy today.”
Whenever he backed her into a corner with unanswerable questions, Rachel resorted to clumsy seduction to derail his train of thought. Having picked up on her tactic, Silas had begun deliberately provoking her with targeted questions just to orchestrate sex.
They were both fully aware of the game they were playing, yet it worked every single time. Rachel could never fathom why Silas played along, but to her, every distraction was a lifeline.
“Is that so?”
“Can I look forward to tonight?”
“No. Why wait until tonight?”
Silas seized Rachel by the thighs and lifted her onto the desk in one fluid motion. His hands slid down from her waist, tearing off her underwear in a single, rough tug.
The cool air brushed against her exposed skin for only a fraction of a second before he drew out his burning, rigid length and dragged it against her entrance.
“You couldn’t wait until tonight either, could you?”
“Th-that’s not—!”
Looking down at the clear slick already seeping from his head, Silas’s smile darkened. Rachel felt deeply wronged. This was nothing more than her desperate struggle to survive a crisis.
The reason she was practically dripping at the mere sight of his face was entirely his fault. He was so impossibly handsome it made her forget she was trapped in a horror game, and he had been mating with her like a wild beast day in and day out.
“Hahugh…!”
Rachel reflexively clutched Silas’s broad shoulders. Her entire body trembled—a volatile mix of sheer tension and involuntary anticipation—as his blunt tip pressed inward without hesitation. Then, in a single heavy push, he buried himself completely inside her.
“T-to the bed…”
“You’re squeezing me this tight, and you want to move?”
She wanted to at least do this in the bedroom, not perched so precariously on the study desk. But Silas seemed utterly unwilling to wait. Hoisting her higher against the edge, he began to drive his hips forward.
The edge of the desk bit into the undersides of her thighs. She reached out, trying to grip the surface to keep her balance, but she swayed helplessly against the force of his violent thrusts. Expecting to be thrown backward, she felt Silas’s large hand anchor itself against her lower back, holding her steady against him.
Instinctively, Rachel wrapped her legs tightly around his waist and let out a muffled moan.
“Ngh, uhm!”
“Looks like we’ll have to use this desk more often.”
Silas’s breath turned ragged as he accelerated his pace, pounding into her with relentless force. With every heavy thrust, the desk rattled and skidded back against the floorboards. A stack of books tumbled off the edge and hit the ground, but he didn't spare them a glance, driving deeper still. If anything, the chaos seemed to heighten his arousal.
“S-stop…! Ugh!”
“Who was it that tempted me first? Why stop now?”
Silas whispered in a mocking tone, carving deep inside and stirring her core. Her thighs, locked around his hips, trembled uncontrollably.
“Ngh…! No, that’s not what I… Ahhhk!”
His grip tightened around her waist, pulling her flush against his hips as he plunged to his absolute limit, sending a wave of violent pleasure crashing through her.
Rachel clung to his shoulders, her body arching into him. Silas caught her chin, capturing her mouth in a bruising kiss. The moment their lips met, his rough tongue breached her mouth, swallowing her breathless cries. A suffocating heat swept through her body with every movement of his hips.
“If you prefer, I can just carry you to the bedroom like this.”
“Ah, no! Ngh!”
She vividly remembered the last time he had carried her across the house while inside her—she had climaxed so violently that a puddle had formed on the floor.
At the mere suggestion of a repeat performance, Rachel shook her head frantically. Besides, the bedroom was nowhere near this room. She didn't have the stamina to survive the trip, and there was zero guarantee Silas would walk at a gentle pace.
“So loud. You’re going to be writhing and loving every second of it anyway.”
Rachel’s face flushed crimson at his teasing. Her inner walls had clamped down hard around his shaft at the memory of that humiliating mess, practically proving his point. It was no wonder he was sneering at her.
She felt entirely betrayed by her own body. Experience had taught her to beg him to stop only because it occasionally made him finish a little sooner. But the current Silas had no intention of listening to her pleas.
Flipping her around, Silas pressed her chest down against the cool surface of the desk. The cold wood bit into her skin, squishing her breasts against the hard grain. In one swift, unyielding motion, he drove himself back into her from behind.
“Hngh…! So—so deep…!”
The angle sent him immeasurably deeper than before, shattering her train of thought into complete darkness. Her hips buckled under the overwhelming sensation, but Silas, acting as if this were merely the warm-up, locked his hands around her waist and began to thrust with furious intensity.