What Separates Me and You

Chapter 153 Call Me Master

Josephine’s pupils dilated as she attempted to rise and escape, but a forceful push sent her back onto the couch. She pulled her legs to herself, curling into a ball, resembling a cornered kitten that had tucked its head inwards to hide from what it was afraid of.

“Do you think a mute will make a sound when she’s feeling it?”

“Let’s test it out. I’ve never played with a mute before, so who knows what it will feel like.”

“Goddamn it, man. Women are all the same. What difference is there going to be? At most, it will feel like you’re banging a corpse?”

“But corpses can’t move.”

She involuntarily trembled from terror as she listened to their conversation. Glancing past them, she spotted a knife and fork on the table. Her heart was beating uncontrollably, and her fingers were tightly clenched. One of the men dragged her to him by her legs, and another immediately pinned her hands down. Her struggle appeared feeble and futile against these

men.

“Wow, you really are mute. You don’t even cry out when you’re already like this?”

Someone mercilessly punched her in the gut. Her vision went dark from the pain, and her mouth fell open, releasing a faint sound.

The men were excited by this.

“Damn, she made a sound!” exclaimed one of them, his voice filled with excitement as though. he had made a groundbreaking discovery.

Someone pinched her leg to try and hear her cry out in pain again. She writhed in pain, turned her head, and bit the man’s wrist.

The man hissed in pain and released his grip.

She quickly tried to get to her feet, but someone grabbed her by her hair and shoved her head. back down against the couch. Some began stripping her, and others were eagerly taking off their pants. She bit the tip of her tongue and forced herself not to look. Lewis‘ loathing gaze flashed through her mind, and she felt a stabbing sensation in her heart. Taking a deep breath, she bit down hard on her tongue.

Abruptly, a resounding bang echoed through the air, accompanied by the shattering of glass and the ensuing cries of men in agony.

“Fuck!” cursed one of the men.

his skull. Blood oozed from the

Call Me Master

reacted and charged at the intruder.

room was dimly lit, and the intruder was surrounded. His face remained obscured by the men surrounding him, but she caught sight of a tuxedo that

got a death wish, punk?”

“Don’t move.”

and

“W–Who are you?!”

of his head towards the door,

gun in Seth’s hand. They knew they were no match for him. However, as soon as they stepped

music continued to blare from the speakers, yet the empty private room somehow exuded a profound sense of

looked toward the couch.

was a mess as she stared at him with misty eyes. She would never know how much of a crime

his injured leg behind

his trademark smirk on his face, his gaze lowered to the black tracker around her ankle before he said, “Well, well. You came all the way here

up here because of this. Despite his violent. nature and past instances of

She still

is worthless,” he stated, rising to his feet but promptly flopping back down due to the injury on his leg.

leg and noticed blood seeping from a wound, dying his black

183 Call

she signed.

to feel any pain at all as he was

to leave. She didn’t want to risk

heartless. I just saved you. How could you

turned to look at him. His face appeared pale under the light, likely from blood loss, and his smile seemed weak. She mulled it

her moving hands. Her earnest expression made her

naïve

after you’ve

remained where she was, not daring to approach

the tracker around your ankle?”