Chapter 475

Mercer's mouth covered Calla's, silencing her protests. She made soft, muffled sounds as she struggled.

He was a wild animal, driven by a primal rage. Calla felt a surge of panic, her blood pounding in her ears. Her breath came in ragged gasps. Shame and anger warred within her. Could this really be happening to her? Here, of all places?

Just then, she heard the sound of approaching footsteps. The distinct click of heels on the tile was accompanied by the lighter steps of a child.

Desperate to attract attention, Calla pounded on Mercer to break free from his grasp. But he was oblivious and wouldn't even bat an eye if a whole crowd of people entered at this moment. He was certain that whoever came wouldn't interfere with him.

Outside, the woman with the child paused, her ear drawn to the muffled sounds coming from the cubicle.

"Mommy, what's that noise?" A little girl, no more than six or seven, tilted her head and asked.

The woman listened for a moment, then quickly covered her