"Got it?" Morgan asked while holding his whip.
"S-Sir." They turned pale.
SMACK!
"Aaarghh." They screamed one by one as Morgan saw how the savage's hands touched his wife's body, which made Morgan's blood boil.
Especially when the man touches his wife's chest, his current favourite.
Jessica's is like a squishy squishy that is soft to the touch and suction.
"How dare you," he growled again.
Morgan went crazy, whipping them and even fighting them one by one until they were almost dead.
Morgan hasn't done another one yet: a woman named Sasha Barlowe, whom he learnt was the cousin of his ex-fiancée.
"You want to know as I do, don't you? Then let's see."
"Flirt with her in front of all her friends and film it all. Send this evidence to her family!" Morgan said.
"No! Morgan, you can't do this to me, no!" Sasha screamed in fear as she saw the large men staring at her with sharp, hungry gazes.
There were about ten people there ready to rotate her.
"No... Don't... Get away from me! Go!" Sasha s
