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

breath. Drake

Peter stammered, pointing at Debra. “It

that moment, Debra’s wrist was cuffed to the bedpost, her

her chest, purposefully revealing the whip marks on her

died in his throat. Given how things looked, no one would

realized he’d been

so many years. You gotta believe me. It

Drake pulled out a gun and, without hesitation, fired

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

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

outside dared to interfere, and

through the hallway, the malds whispered

in Drake’s arms, happy

down

scared, but

mind. A beast like him rarely cared about anyone. At least for now, he

was clean and empty. There were no

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