Chapter 649

Peter’s face loomed closer, his hands tearing at Debra’s blouse.

The ripping sound of fabric seemed to thrill him further as he lifted the whip and lashed it down hard on

her.

Debra screamed in panic. “Help! Somebody, help me.”

Just then, the door burst open. Peter jumped, frantically pulling up his pants.

“Damn, who the hell is ruining the fun?”

He hadn’t even finished his cursing when he spotted a brooding Drake at the door.

“M–Mr. Lowe,” Peter stammered, collapsing to the floor

let out a shaky breath. Drake had arrived just in

stammered, pointing at Debra. “It was her. She came

cuffed to the bedpost, her face streaked with tears. Her clothes were torn

chest, purposefully revealing the whip

in his throat. Given how things looked, no one

suddenly realized he’d been set

you for so many years. You gotta believe

pulled out a gun and, without hesitation,

room, followed by Peter’s scream,

his coat over her shoulders. He then scooped

and no one

Drake carried Debra through the hallway, the malds whispered

Drake’s arms,

down

scared,

meant she had finally earned a place in his mind. A beast like him rarely cared about anyone. At least for now, he

brought her to his bedroom. Unlike Peter’s, Drake’s room was clean and empty. There were no decorations, no TV, no computer, and no

it was

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