118. Her scar, his pain

The girl's whisper in his ear made the man feel hot instantly, and his handsome face turned red gradually. His heart was slightly hot and dry, and his arms around her waist were even harder.

It's late at night. In the basement of an abandoned wine cellar in the manor of Owl, there was a piercing scream of pain, "Ah! My face! My face!" In the basement, a woman's hand is bound, even though she is struggling to resist it is nothing but futile, with two deep cuts on her face, was bleeding.

Next to her stood several bodyguards in black, some with whips in their hands and some with various instruments of torture.

On the opposite chair, a tall figure was sitting. The man half-closed his eyes and listened to Lisa's scream. His dark and paranoid madness made his paralyzed heart improve for several days.

"What else did you do to her?" The cold voice pressed out.

Like a madman, Lisa roared, "I let my men ravaged her by turn. Hahaha, Ethan! Kim is already