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So, the only way to escape is to use my head. Two stupid, bumbling guards—they’ll be easy to fool. But the other man seems sharp, cunning. This will only work if he’s out of the picture. It’s hard to force back my smile when the two guards walk in alone. “Ah, look,” the skinny man says. “She shifted. Damn, she’s a looker.” The bald one whistles, long and slow. “Oh, my. She is, isn’t she?” “Can we have fun with her, Vern?” the skinny guy asks. “She looks fun.” His last words are a disgusting mix of lust and laughter.

I close my eyes and try to breathe deeply. I look at them again when I feel Harry's hand on my cheek. His eyes say more than a thousand words; he's comforting me. Suddenly, he signals me to sit on his lap. "That's true, I won't deny it. That woman has a sign on her forehead that says 'I'm the sluttiest slut!'" he says, laughing. "Just imagine, the poor thing is probably afraid that her own friend will screw her boyfriend. Believe me, even I would be on alert because that woman is a whore who doesn't respect anyone with a penis. She's..."

’ Ram stood upping from the driving seat and walked towards the gate of craft. Lakshman released the vacuüm, and the gate opened with the single press on its red-coloured round-shaped switch. Lakshman also followed Ram and came out from the craft for observing the conversation. A very decent personality came out from the dark smoke generated through the fuel combustion. Person existed with a calm nature, wide black eyes, muscular torso, shining forehead, and hands folded in the position of bowing down. ‘Gentleman, who are you?’ The person asked Ram very politely.

A tiny bump was barely visible. “I won’t let him win,” I whispered to the reflection. “I won’t be the weak little slave girl anymore. He thinks I’m dead? Good. Let Helen the Slave die in those woods.” There was a knock on the door frame. I turned to see an older man standing there. He had salt-and-pepper hair and a stern face that softened when he saw me. He radiated power Alpha power but unlike Damian’s aggressive, suffocating aura, this man’s power

"Who is that guy in the shirt and slacks? He’s so tall—and did you see that shot? Unreal!" "When he jumps for a three, he looks like someone straight out of a manga. Totally giving handsome shonen vibes from the old days!" "And he’s not just tall—he’s hot. Anyone get a good look at his face? Seriously, that man’s a ten." "And the way he plays ball in a dress shirt like that? It’s got this ‘gentleman hitman’ energy—refined and ruthless. It shouldn’t work, but it so does." Adora stood off to the side, holding Louis’ jacket, quietly watching.

She asked " I found her,,,I found her " He said " Who??" she asked " My mate,," He dropped the shell and Lind gasped " But,,,she's human. Don't you think this is dangerous?? " He asked " I will check " Lindsay said with a smile and closed her eyes. It is a very dangerous journey for them,, their fate is going to be a sad one. Human and a devil will never exist as mates. " How is it? " Rodolfo asked

“You do not understand your position, or lack thereof. You were a woman in the woods alone, dressed scandalously, and you think you are on the same level as me? You should be on your knees beginning me for mercy or frankly, just on your knees.” The men around me snickered and sneered nodding their heads in agreement. The Creepy Thin Man bent to me and lifted my chin so that I was looking him in the eye. “It has been a long time since I have had someone as pretty as you.” Without breaking his eye contact, he ordered his men, “Leave us, but surround the tent. If she tries to run, she can be the play thing of whomever catches her.”

"You're a funny man, Mr. Howard. I'm sure a celebrity like you can't possibly have children on a whim, can you?" The tall, slender man was leaning against the sofa before her, his arms crossed as he scrutinized her. He was wearing a black suit which accentuated his long legs. Even with his legs crossed elegantly, they still appeared to be longer than most, so much so that a patch of his ankle was exposed underneath his pant leg. Underneath the dim, yellow light, the man's face looked as though he had been chiseled out of marble, and for a split second, Luna could not help being swayed by this man's beauty.

Interrupted the slimy love birds. The woman was about the same height as Ada but with red hair and an almost skeletal figure. The tiny bikini she was wearing left nothing to the imagination. Or question to her intensions. “Ada…” The man looked relieved for a moment before he saw us. He was in his early thirties. No build at all, pretty plain looking and in a cheap set of board shorts. “Who the fuck are they?”

He added proudly, unzipping a black bag that was at the verge of ripping due to being overly filled money. Skinny man nodded slowly, clearly pleased. " Two thousand" Skinny said finally, " We are progressing" " Progressing?" The man questioned in disbelief, " For a whore?" He snorted dismissively. " Two thousand! Anyone else?" Skinny questioned in his cold, dead tone "Anyone else interested?" His icy gaze landed on me, making me feel like his eyes burned holes into my flesh. " Do something! Turn, flirt, stick your damn tongue out. Don't just stand there" He muttered at me provocatively.