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.

against his skull. Blood oozed from the fresh cut on his head, and

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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 seemed oddly familiar. Recognition flashed in her eyes, and she quickly sat up, straightening her

death wish, punk?”

“Don’t move.”

out a gun and held it

“W–Who are you?!”

nudge of his head towards the door,

knew they were no match for him. However, as soon as they stepped outside the room, they found themselves immediately

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

toward

hair was a mess as she stared at him

dragging his injured leg behind him. He sat down

the black tracker around her ankle before he said, “Well, well. You came all the way here to

which also doubled as a listening device. She thought that he must have shown up here because

you.” She still

feet but promptly flopping back down

noticed blood seeping from a wound, dying his black trousers an

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bleeding,” she

pain at all as he was still smiling. “What’s the matter? Are

up, and moved to leave. She didn’t want to risk offending him

so heartless. I just saved you. How could you just

appeared pale under the light, likely from blood loss, and his smile seemed weak. She mulled it over before raising her hands and signing, “I’ll help you tend to your wound, but could you

as he watched her moving hands. Her

so naïve and

after you’ve helped

she was, not daring

the tracker