"No...please...don't, let me go..." The girl weakly slapped the huge body pressing on her. Her tears were like broken pearls, falling one by one on the luxurious furniture in the room.

on the carpet.

The girl's voice was so weak and pitiful. The man pressing on her white and tender body didn't seem to hear her. He just did what he wanted to do and vented his most primitive desires.

"Tsk..." There was a sound of clothes being torn apart, and the girl quickly covered herself with her hands, trying not to let her beauty leak out.

A pair of wet glasses looked at the man in front of him like a pleading with tears. He couldn't see anything clearly. The room was pitch black, and the man's rough movements didn't stop at all.

"Ah... let me go... dad... mom... where are you... help me..." The girl kicked her feet randomly, as if this could reduce the fear in her heart.

She cried heartbrokenly, but could not get any pity. The man inside her still went his own way and treated the girl underneath him cruelly.

The girl kept struggling hard and seemed unable to escape.

There is despair, pain, sorrow, and desolation in the girl's beautiful cut eyes...

…

There was a thunderstorm outside the window, and it was supposed to be cold weather, but the temperature inside didn't feel cold.

Soon the room became quiet, leaving only the smell of decay in the room.

The disheveled men and women both had their eyes closed, and the man's heavy breath sprayed on the woman's delicate neck.

It was obvious that both of them seemed to have passed out.

A series of footsteps sounded in the corridor, and a pair of men's hands pushed open the closed door.

A slightly fat middle-aged man walked in. Seeing the mess in the room, you can imagine how many intense things happened here just now.

"Girl, girl, are you in there?" There was a pain in the middle-aged man's eyes. If his daughter was really in there, then everyone would know what happened after seeing such a scene. How could he still

What can be done?

The people who come here are all rich or noble, can I afford to offend them?

The middle-aged man walked inside and saw a strong back pressing against a little girl. The little girl's face was covered by her hair and could not be seen clearly, but when he saw something on the little girl's shoulders, his heart seemed to hit rock bottom.

He gently moved the man's body away, pulled up the sheets on the bed, wrapped them around the girl's body, hugged her, and looked at the little blood stains on the carpet, her heart hurt like never before.

I regret so much that I shouldn't have brought my daughter here.

Everything is your own fault.

…

Not long after the middle-aged man left, the man in the room woke up. He was confused and didn't know what happened. He got up and walked to the bathroom, turned on the water, and the hot water washed away all traces of discomfort.

The man's head still hurt very much, as if he had a high fever. He didn't know where he was. He only knew that he made mechanical movements in his hands based on habitual movements.

My brain seemed to have stopped functioning at this time, and I couldn't think of anything or think about anything.

I soon felt comfortable, so I put on my bathrobe and walked out.

A series of things all look so rigid, as if a person whose brain has stopped functioning only knows how to repeat some mechanical actions.
Chapter completed!