Chapter 192 The Consequences Of Fear Iii

• Mary.
• While we were having dinner, the urge to run away multiplied every second, by four. How could a man be so obscene and shameless? He kept talking about how he was going to position himself to penetrate me and that it would hurt, but I would end up liking the pain, that he was going to make me one of his little sluts. I was feeling nauseous.
• At one point, his phone rang, and he got up to answer it, and his two bodyguards walked away with him. If it had been his wife, I would have been angry. Apparently, his protection was more important than mine. I decided to go to the bathroom to wash my hands that he had touched. I was almost entering the hallway to the bathroom when I found myself lifted in someone's arms. I looked to see who it was and almost fainted after letting out a scream of surprise, thinking it would be the disgusting Russian.