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.

turned around and was about to continue when a beer bottle was smashed against his skull. Blood oozed from the fresh cut on his head,

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and charged at the

The private 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

death wish,

“Don’t move.”

and held it against his forehead.

“W–Who are you?!”

lost,” Seth said with a nudge of his head towards the door, ignoring

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

to blare from the speakers, yet the empty private

looked toward the couch.

blouse closed, and her hair was a mess as she stared at him with misty

his injured leg behind him. He sat down beside

the black tracker around her ankle before he said, “Well, well. You came all the way here to look for Lewis, and yet why isn’t

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

still signed

promptly flopping back down due to the injury on

shifted her gaze toward his leg and noticed blood seeping from a wound, dying

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she signed.

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

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

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

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

watched her moving hands.

so naïve

think about it after

was, not daring to approach

you want to remove the tracker around your ankle?” he continued.