He tilted his head and scrutinized her for a moment, not exposing her facade. "It's all the same. The sensation should be much the same, I suppose."
Luana remained patient, coaxing gently, "The difference is vast. Only two people in love can experience that unique feeling."
Travis leaned in close to her, "Have you experienced it?"
Luana's expression faltered slightly as images of intimacy with Cline flashed through her mind, followed by a sharp, dull ache in her heart.
What would Cline's reaction be if he knew this pervert was harassing her?
Would he be angry, jealous, or...
She fantasized about his myriad emotions in her heart, but a voice deep down told her he wouldn't be.
Seeing her silence, Travis sneered, "You want me to wait until you fall in love with me before we become intimate? That's rather wishful thinking."
He hunted prey solely to satisfy his own desires, with no interest in playing any love games with these women—it was boring and troublesome.
A hint of frustration welled up in Luana, but noticing the lust in his eyes wasn't as intense as before, she mustered her courage and continued to persuade him tenderly, "Mr. Elan, give me three months. Once I fall in love with you, I promise to be with you willingly, alright?"
"No," Travis rejected without hesitation, "Three months is too long. I can't wait that long."
Although he seemed to refuse outright, his words hinted at room for negotiation.
Luana quickly compromised, "How about two months, then?"
Seeing her eyes, which had been dull, light up instantly, Travis couldn't help but pinch her cheek, "I can wait for you for three days."
He had intended to take her by force, but she was right. The experience of forced sex was less than satisfactory, merely a thrill-seeker's pursuit.
However, to play various games, one had to invest some thought.
Might as well let her adjust. It wasn't like he was short on time. Besides, he could use this opportunity to prepare more props.
A woman like Luana, with both brains and beauty, deserved to be tied to the bed and savored slowly—only then would it be more fun, more thrilling.
Luana had been planning for three months, after which she would leave this world, and even if Travis wanted to possess her, he would only face a handful of ashes.
Now that he had drastically reduced the time to three days, it was hard for her to accept.
Just as she was about to say something more, Travis suddenly released her.
Seizing the chance to catch her breath, Luana quickly swallowed the words on the tip of her tongue.
Above all, surviving the night and escaping were her immediate priorities.
"Baby," Travis bent down and planted a hard kiss on her cheek, "I'll leave for today and come back for you in three days."
Luana covered the cheek he had kissed, her heart filled with disgust and nausea.
But in front of Travis, she still managed to suppress these feelings, nodding meekly and obediently.
Seeing her compliance, Travis finally let her go and walked towards the door. Just as he reached it, he suddenly stopped.
"By the way," he turned around, his gaze meaningful as he looked at Luana, "Baby, your good friend's name is Clarissa, right?"
Luana's forced composure instantly darkened.
Travis knew about Clarissa. It seemed he had investigated her situation thoroughly.
The feeling of being completely exposed made Luana extremely uncomfortable.
She asked coldly, "So what?"
Travis's lips curled into a light smile, "Nothing, just reminding you to stay home and wait for me. Don't run around, okay?"
Although Travis didn't directly threaten, Luana understood.
She knew that if she dared to run, he would definitely cause trouble for Clarissa.
The deep sense of helplessness and despair washed over her again, forcing her to unclench her fists.
Expressionlessly, she said, "Don't mess with her. I'll wait for you here."
Travis blew her a kiss, "Good girl."
It was sickening!
Luana shut the door, locked it, and went into the bathroom.
She turned on the faucet, lay in the bathtub, picked up the bath sponge, and scrubbed the places Travis had kissed and touched with all her might.
Until her skin turned red and began to peel, Luana still didn't feel clean enough.
She scrubbed desperately until the feeling of disgust gradually faded, and she calmed down.
Travis threatened her with Clarissa, leaving her no way to escape.
If she didn't come up with a solution soon, she would surely be at his mercy in three days.
Thinking of this, Luana quickly got up, wrapped herself in a towel, returned to her bedroom, and picked up her phone, intending to call the police.
But thinking of Travis's power and methods, she could only grit her teeth and endure.
She herself could afford to fight Travis to the death since her days were numbered.
But Clarissa was different. She was about to get married. She couldn't afford to act impulsively and drag Clarissa into this mess.
Luana stood there, pondering for a long time, and eventually opened her contacts, searching for a number she had previously blocked.