RESCUED BY THE DON'S BROTHER
"Who are you?" I ask, gawking at this ugly man who looks like the devil himself.
"Your savior."
savior?
I may not remember anything from my past, but one thing is for sure, according to my judgment: this monster-lookalike can't be a savior. And from whom did he supposedly save me?
"And if you are done ogling me, now, on your knees. Time to serve the purpose for which I saved you." I am snapped out of my thoughts by him tearing his shirt and walking closer in a pretty unnerving way.
"Whi...ch is?" I whimper, trying to stand up from the bed and perhaps run for my dear life.
Unfortunately, he grabs me viciously before I can take a step. A loud growl slips from my lips as he slams me back on the bed and hovers atop me. "To please me, little dove." He hoarses, embarking on his evil, dirty mission.
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