The rain began to drizzle as Keira pressed her forehead against the glass window of the grand two story house, filled with worry.

The wall clock in the living room already showed two in the morning. Bagas, her husband, was in Singapore on a business trip and would return tomorrow afternoon. And Bram, her brother-in-law who lived in the east wing room on the ground floor, still hadn’t come home.

“Damn drunkard,” Keira muttered wearily.

Yet behind her annoyance was a sense of pity. Bram, the youngest in the family, always seemed like a lost child. Ever since Bagas allowed him to stay six months ago, “while he looks for a suitable job,” he had said, his life had only spiraled deeper into alcohol.

The patter of rain grew louder. Keira decided to wait in the living room. She turned on a dim lamp and tried to focus on the novel in her lap.

The sudden screech of brakes followed by the loud slam of the iron gate shattered her reverie. Keira’s heart pounded. She hurried to the front door and opened it just as Bram staggered up the porch steps. His clothes were disheveled, and the sharp stench of alcohol and cigarette smoke assaulted her nose.

“Bram? Are you okay?” Keira asked anxiously.

Bram lifted his head. His eyes were red and unfocused. His empty gaze landed on Keira. She was only wearing simple cotton pajamas and a thin robe, her hair tied loosely.

In Bram’s blurred vision, the silhouette of the woman in the doorway appeared as if emerging from mist. The dim light from behind formed a soft aura around her.

“K-Kei…?” he mumbled, his tongue heavy.

Bram stumbled and nearly fell.

“Watch out!”

Keira instinctively lunged forward and caught his swaying arm. Bram’s body weight, almost twice hers, nearly dragged her down with him.

“Come on, I’ll help you.”

With great difficulty, Keira dragged Bram inside the house and locked the door. The cold from his soaked body made her shiver.

“You’re completely drenched, Bram. Let’s get you to your room.”

“House… dark,” Bram slurred, his body tilting to the left.

“Bagas isn’t home yet. It’s just the two of us in the house,” Keira replied, trying to guide him down the corridor to his room.

The words “It’s just the two of us” echoed in the empty space and pierced through Bram’s half drowned consciousness. He paused for a moment, staring at Keira closely.

In his alcohol fueled mind, Keira’s beautiful face, marked by lines of exhaustion, her lips pursed in worry, and her slender neck, distorted into something else. It became the fantasy he had silently harbored, poisoned by envy toward his brother and self loathing.

“You’re… beautiful,” Bram hissed suddenly, his voice hoarse and strange.

Keira froze. “Bram, you’re heavily drunk. Come on, your room is right here.”

But Bram did not move. His previously limp hand suddenly gripped Keira’s arm with shocking strength.

“Bram, you… Ow! It hurts…”

“Shhh…” Bram leaned his face closer. The smell of alcohol made her nauseous.

“Be quiet!”

A primal fear instantly spread through Keira’s entire body.

“Bram, let go! This isn’t funny!”

But Bram was no longer listening. In his eyes, Keira was no longer the kind sister-in-law. She was an object. An outlet for all his failures, feelings of worthlessness, and pent-up rage. The influence of alcohol swept away the last fragile boundaries.

With a sudden, brutal movement, he shoved Keira against the wall near the stairs leading to the second floor. Her back slammed hard into the wall, knocking the breath out of her.

“BRAM!” Keira screamed in panic.

His large hand quickly covered her mouth, pressing hard enough to hurt her jaw. The grip was iron tight. Her scream was muffled into a terrified whimper.

“SHUT UP!” Bram growled, his voice like a predator’s.

“Be quiet, or I’ll hurt you!”

Tears immediately flooded Keira’s eyes. She tried to struggle, pushing Bram’s body with her free hand, but it felt like hitting a wall. Bram was much bigger, much stronger, and fueled by adrenaline and alcoholic brutality.

Still covering her mouth, he began dragging her, not toward his room, but toward the stairs. Keira stumbled, her knee hitting the edge of a step. The pain was sharp, but meaningless compared to the terror engulfing her.

Her mind went blank. This can not be happening. This is a nightmare!

Halfway up the stairs, Bram stopped. His breathing was heavy and hot against Keira’s ear.

“Look,” he whispered roughly, “In this house, it’s just me now.”

His arm wrapped around her body from behind, pressing her against the cold wooden step. The thin robe offered no protection.

Keira felt her pajama top being torn away easily. She tried to scream again, but Bram’s hand covered the lower half of her face, nearly choking her.

“Don’t cry!” Bram snarled.

And Keira’s world shattered...

When Bram stripped away all the clothing covering her body. He sucked on her round, supple breasts one after another without mercy.

Keira’s muffled screams only fueled Bram’s burning lust. With one powerful thrust, his manhood pierced through her resistance.

“Hmmmph!!!” Keira cried out, the sound stifled.

The explosive pain from Bram’s forceful, unlubricated entry tore her apart.

The woman felt every brutal movement as Bram invaded her body and soul. Her vision blurred, fixed on the potted ornamental plant at the top of the stairs that she had bought just last week.

Her body moved in rhythm with Bram’s reckless thrusting, her full, firm breasts swaying along with every violent motion.

“Aaaargh! You bastard! So fucking good!” Bram cursed occasionally as he bit the tip of Keira’s breast.

Keira kept trying to fight back. Her mind detached. She floated above, watching helplessly as a powerless woman was ravaged by her own brother-in-law on the stairs of her own home, without mercy.

Bram muttered filthy words and painful praises, mixing Keira with his wild fantasies and the cheap women in his imagination.

The ordeal felt like a lifetime. Keira stopped struggling. Her body went limp, resigned, and eventually numb. Only silent tears continued to flow.

After what felt like forever, Bram stood up roughly and dragged Keira’s limp body.

“Let’s go to the room,” he ordered curtly, as if dragging an object.

Keira could not walk. Her legs felt like jelly. Bram practically dragged her down the corridor to his room. Once inside the messy room that reeked of alcohol and dirty clothes, he pushed her onto the bed.

“Please…” Keira whispered, her voice hoarse and desperate, her last remnants of courage.

But Bram did not care. For him, this was already done. Alcohol and blind lust guided every move. This time it was faster and more brutal because his intoxication had reached its peak.

Bram yanked Keira’s hips forcefully.

“From behind feels better, my dear sister-in-law,” he whispered while kissing her hair.

“Ah!” Keira’s scream was stifled as Bram’s manhood thrust back inside her with one savage push.

Pla…k! Pla…k! Occasionally Bram slapped her round, firm ass. Every slap made Keira cry out hysterically, and those cries only made Bram thrust faster and deeper.

“Keiraaaaa…. Uuuugh… You biiiiitch!” Bram kept cursing as his cock drove deeper.

Keira closed her eyes. She tried to think of anything else. In her mind, she escaped to another place, to the garden of her childhood, to her wedding day with Bagas, anywhere as long as it was not here, was not in her body that was being destroyed.

Then suddenly, a warm rush flooded inside her womb. The sticky fluid spilled down her thighs and finally soaked the clean bedsheet.

Bram rolled off to the side. His breathing turned into heavy, irregular snoring. Within seconds, he had passed out, sleeping soundly like a baby with a blank expression on his face.

Keira slid off the bed and sat motionless. The cold floor seeped into her bones. She heard Bram’s snoring, the roar of rain outside, and the ticking of the living room wall clock.

Everything seemed normal again...

With tremendous effort, she stood up. Her body felt foreign, painful, and dirty. She looked at the sleeping Bram, the same face she usually saw at dinner, laughing at Bagas’s jokes. Now that face looked like a demon from hell.

Without thinking, she walked out of Bram’s room. Her steps were unsteady. She climbed the stairs, passing the spot where her world had just been destroyed. She entered the master bathroom in the bedroom she shared with Bagas.

She turned on the shower. Hot water poured down heavily. She stepped in, still wearing her torn and dirty clothes. The water was scalding, turning her skin red, but she did not feel it.

She scrubbed her skin until it hurt, hoping to peel away the layer of fear and disgust that clung to her.

But she could not!

She collapsed onto the bathroom floor as the hot water rained down on her shivering body. She wrapped her arms around her knees, and for the first time since it all happened, she let her sobs break free.

Her cries were drowned out by the sound of running water and the patter of rain. There was a quiet sadness in the middle of the luxurious house that had suddenly become a prison.

Downstairs, Bram shifted in his sleep, smiling in his beautiful dream, while on his disheveled collar, the faint smudge of Keira’s lipstick still remained, a silent witness to the night when everything began to change.