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."

the bedpost, her face streaked with

hurriedly covered her chest, purposefully revealing the whip marks on

words died in his throat. Given how

he'd been

you for so many years. You gotta believe me. It

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

bed, shot the handcuff that bound Debra, and threw his coat over

one outside dared to interfere, and

carried Debra through the hallway,

Drake's arms, happy about

glancing down at

wasn't scared,

arrival meant she had finally earned a place in his mind. A beast like him

now, he would

her.

BUMS

Drake's room was clean and empty. There were no decorations, no TV, no

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