Chapter 232

"Ah!" Dakota screamed as the man tore her dress. “No! Please stop!” she yelled. But the two men only grew more excited. They had never encountered such beauty before and intended to seize the opportunity.

They exchanged glances, then untied the rope binding Dakota. She tried to escape, but they were ready. One man grabbed her hands; the other forced her legs down onto the bed.

"No! Please stop!" she cried, struggling desperately, her face pale.

"Hey beautiful," one said, "don't waste your energy. We'll make sure you enjoy this." Their smiles widened as they anticipated having their way with her.

"No Don't" Dakota trembled, tears streaming down her face.

"Harry, let me go first! I love corrupting virtuous women! The more she cries, the more I lose control!"

"Albert, hurry up! I can barely contain myself!"

"Hehe, okay!"

Dakota's fear, far from eliciting pity, only fueled their excitement. They reveled in watching women cry. Harry held her hands while Albert pinned her legs, preparing to tear the remnants of her dress.

"Stop! I'll give you anything! Please let me go!" she begged desperately, crying.

"Ruin her! Hurry up!" Madison hissed, her resentment evident. She eagerly awaited Dakota's violation.

Dakota's despair deepened at Madison's cruel command. Tears flowed freely. Albert's eyes burned with lust as he reached for her chest.

Just then, a loud crash erupted from the door, startling everyone. "What was that?"

They all turned to see the wooden door shattered. Dust billowed, revealing a figure emerging from the debris.

"Who's there?" Harry and Albert shouted, narrowing their eyes.

Two flashes of cold silver—needles—were their reply. With incredible speed, the needles pierced their necks, severing major arteries. The men groaned and collapsed.

"What are you doing?" Madison snarled. There was no response.

"Get up! Don't pretend to be dead! I paid you to ruin her!" she roared, veins bulging on her forehead.

"No need to shout. They're dead."

A cold voice echoed from the doorway. A man entered, the sunlight illuminating him. Madison's eyes narrowed, then widened in horror as she recognized him.

"Cameron! What are you doing here?"

He ignored her. Seeing Dakota huddled on the bed, sobbing and clutching her chest, he glared at Madison, his murderous intent unmistakable.

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