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She felt Stark naked under those dark eyes. She couldn't give him the satisfaction of believing she was afraid of him. Furthermore, she smiled cutely, accentuating the faint dimples spotted on her cheeks. Olivia was eighteen, yet her good looks and figure could put her fellow girls into shame. Hair wavy and brown, eyes large and white like that of a puppy, porcelain skin smooth as jade, busty and tiny waist swaying down to a curvy and plump hips. All these were followed with smooth long legs.

Oscar, despite being in a very bad condition, always returned Olivia's gaze with a weak nod, giving her a little hope. One night, no matter how many days had passed, Olivia felt her stomach churn violently. She couldn't take it anymore. She knew this was her chance. "I... I have to go to the toilet," Olivia said, her voice weak and trembling. "I can't hold it anymore." Bella, who was guarding nearby at the time, looked annoyed. "What a bother!" She signalled to one of her henchmen, a small man who looked sleepy. "Untie her, and take her to the toilet. Don't be careless!"