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

shaky breath. Drake had

all a misunderstanding.” Peter stammered, pointing

the bedpost, her face streaked with tears. Her clothes

purposefully revealing

died in his throat. Given how things

he’d been set up by

so many years. You

could finish, Drake pulled out a gun and, without

deafening shot echoed in the room, followed by Peter’s scream, filled with

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

to interfere, and no one

through the hallway, the malds whispered among

in Drake’s arms, happy

frowned, glancing down at her.

wasn’t scared,

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

Peter’s, Drake’s room was clean and empty. There were no decorations, no TV, no computer,

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