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."

cuffed to the bedpost, her face streaked

hurriedly covered her chest, purposefully revealing the whip marks

how things looked, no one

he'd been set up by

years. You gotta believe

at Peter's leg. The deafening shot echoed in the room, followed by Peter's scream, filled with agonizing

handcuff that bound Debra, and threw his coat over her shoulders. He then scooped her

to interfere, and no one

the hallway,

Drake's arms, happy

frowned, glancing down at

scared, but

arrival meant she had finally earned a place in his

for now, he would

her.

BUMS

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

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