Chapter 951


    The man’s gaze hardened into a menacing re as he spotted her waking up. He growled into the


    phone, “She’s up. Gotta go,” and abruptly ended the call, striding towards where Thssa sat tied up.


    Her eyes widened in terror, her body tensing like a deer caught in headlights, panic squeezing her


    heart. She was trapped, unable to do anything but stare defiantly, hoping her gaze would ward him off.


    “I like that look in your eyes, feisty, like a wildcat,” the man sneered, thumbing away a trickle of drool at


    the corner of his mouth with a repulsive smirk as he closed in on Thssa,


    What did he want from her?


    Thssa’s heart shrank into itself as she tried to press further into the chair, wishing she could


    disappear. The man’s intentions were clear, and repulsion twisted her gut as his bulky, greasy face


    loomed closer, his eyes full of a vile hunger that made her skin crawl.


    “Ah, the wilder you get, the more I like it,” the man chuckled, a perverse thrill twisting his features.


    “Tonight, my pretty little wildcat, I’ll show you just how much love you can handle.”


    As he lunged towards her, puckering his lips for a kiss, Thssa felt a mix of horror and revulsion. Her


    skin prickled with cold sweat.


    She tried to scream, but only a muffled sound escaped her throat as she leaned back desperately.


    Bang!


    The chair toppled over with her on it, her head mming against the floor, stars exploding in her vision


    from the pain. The man, with his slimy, plump lips, was left hanging in the air. He had been so close to


    nting that vile kiss, but she had copsed out of his reach, and the taste of victory had turned to ash


    in his mouth.


    The man was unwilling to let the beautiful woman he had in grasp to get away.


    Mr. Brennan had promised a hefty reward if he could break her to the point of taking her own life. The


    prospect of pleasure and profit was too enticing to let slip through his fingers.


    Crouching down, the man eyed Thssa sprawled on the floor, his drool now pooling at the corners of


    his mouth.


    “Lying down for me already? Don’t worry, beauty, I’ming,” he said, crawling towards her like a


    predator closing in on its prey, his eyes gleaming with malice and disgust.


    Thssa’s breath came in ragged gasps as she tried to inch away, but the ropes binding her to the


    chair rendered her helpless. The chair’s frame dug painfully into her skin, but she ignored it, struggling


    for any chance to escape.


    What could she do? How could she get away?


    Her ne had a GPS tracker, but now it was dissolved, useless. Lysander was out of town on


    business; he wouldn’t being to her rescue.


    Desperation wed at her. She pulled at her restraints until the rope bit into her skin, but it held fast,


    unyielding.


    As the man slithered closer, drooling with anticipation, Thssa’s fear turned to numb horror.


    “Sweetheart, don’t bother trying to run. You won’t get far. Tonight, just surrender to the pleasure,” he


    rasped, reaching for her ankle and yanking her towards him with a brutal pull. N?vel(D)rama.Org''s content.


    Thssa screamed in terror, her body trembling uncontrobly. The gag muffled her cries, reducing her


    screams to feeble, desperate whimpers.