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... mbered and outpowered.
Fang Yue was terrified.
She finally understood the taste of being isolated, helpless, and repressed by violence.
Xiang Huai tied her hands and feet with the belt of a hotel bathrobe, making Fang Yue like fish on a cutting board.
She writhed, wailing incessantly.
Xu Xingluo placed her phone aside and yanked Fang Yue’s hair, slapping her face twice with a smack.
Unsatisfied, she slapped her hard across the face again.
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