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.

Debra let out a shaky breath. Drake had arrived just in time.

"Sir, this is all a misunderstanding," Peter stammered, pointing at Debra. "It was her. She came onto me."

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

her chest, purposefully revealing the whip marks on her

Given how things

he'd been set up

many years. You gotta believe me. It was

Drake pulled out a gun and, without hesitation, fired at Peter's leg. The deafening shot echoed in

shot the handcuff that bound Debra, and threw his coat

interfere, and

Drake carried Debra through the hallway, the

trembled in Drake's arms, happy

frowned, glancing down at

wasn't scared,

meant she had finally earned a place in his mind. A

now, he would not

her.

BUMS

clean and empty. There were no decorations, no TV, no computer,

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