Chapter 170 What Do You Say I Am to You?

Beatrice looked at Mark approaching, struggling to fall off the chair, but her body didn't move an inch.

Mark stopped in front of her, neither hurried nor slow. He crouched down, reached out staf touched her face and back. "What a perfect skin, no wonder your price is so much higher than others. Don't worry, definitely be careful."

Skin?

I will

Beatrice was taken aback, she struggled to open her mouth and stammered, "Wh-what sin Wh-what pr-price..."

After saying these words, she seemed to have exhausted all her strength and instantly collapsed on the ground, unable to move.

Mark listened to her words, as if he thought of something exciting, and his hands couldn't sely but twist uncontrollably.

Suddenly, he leaned in close to Beatrice, smiling ominously with the smell of alcohol on his breath.

"You were sold by someone."

Shocked, Beatrice tried to save herself by gritting her teeth and struggling with all her might. "No! No! Stop! You will leave bruises like this! It ruins the aesthet

He said, and then he stepped on Beatrice's struggling fingers.

Beatrice was in excruciating pain, but she didn't have the strength to screa Finally, she was lifted up by Mark and placed on the long table.

Then he took out a specially made red rope and tied her up on the table.

Once everything was ready.

Mark poured a glass of wine, gently swaying the glass as he looked down at Beatrice from above.

"You look so beautiful. Don't worry, you had taken the medicine, so you wouldn't feel any path. Instead, you would feel very comfortable and enjoy this process. You should thank me for capturing your beauty." threw

a pill

a pill into his own glas

He spoke with ups and downs, and then threw

Sigh...

The pill dissolved upon contact with water.

Mark looked up and took a sip, then closed his eyes and took a deep besch

When he opened his eyes again, there was only madness and restlessness in he n

He hummed a song while putting on protective clothing, his fingertips gliding user the b selecting a sharp surgical knife from a variety of wools.

Beatrice was lying on the table, her limbs tied to the corners of the table, without even th

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strength to struggle.

the knife against her

the sound, Beatrice

I understand, it turns that his inspiration always came like

a girlfriend publicly before. I used to think that he valued his partner, but I didn't expect these so-called muses to be disposable! The cold

was slashed along her

perhaps emitting

slid

skin on Beatrice's

become my most

it slow... You would

began to tremble violently. Apart from fear, there seemed

some voices that didn't belong to

it my

"Ah! So much blood..."

My head hurt!

due to medication, she felt the exhilaration in her body

fell

down, and the desktop had

body seemed to be under the control of another self, giving up

see the door being forcefully pushed

with the figure that

could see clearly, a coat fell onto her, covering her body

coat, Beatrice heard the sound of punches landing on flesh, as well as the sound of bones

knife fell

make a sound before he fell to

limbs were released, and her body was limp as she was lifted horizontally by

the coat covering her face slipped off, and she saw the man holding

Caden.

his mind, with a pale face and no trace of blood, but his

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her hand and touched his face, unconsciously saying, "You came

me..."

in his heart, his whole body turned cold, and his eyes looked down at Mark with a sinister

"Yes,"

a moment before he quickly stepped forward and twisted Mark's already broken arm, slamming him onto

pain in her arm and opened her eyes to see a stranger injecting her with a needle, slowly pushing the medicine into her body. She struggled in panic behind her

"Let go

as the

man

person behind her held her tighter, their hot breath spraying on the side of her face,

It was Caden.

moment, but still resisted being touched by others, muttering

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