NovelAppOnly one guy was left. Hans was gripping his collar tight. Seeing his buddies had all bolted, he blurted out fearfully, "Hans, what are you doing here?" "Where's Molly?" Hans' voice was seething with rage.
The guy went pale, this was the first time he'd seen Hans lose his cool. "She's in room 3201 downstairs." They were on the top floor where the party was going down. Below were the hotel rooms.
Realizing what was going down, Hans made a beeline for room 3201.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtIn the room.
Molly was tossed onto the bed. She knew she was in deep shit, but she was too weak to fight back, fear coursing through her.
President Jay slapped her face. "You're biting off more than you can chew, standing up to me. You haven't seen half of what | can do. Today, I'll make you understand, until you yield!" His plan was to have his way with her and then blackmail her with the photos so that she would toe the line at the office.
"Don't come any closer.” Molly felt really sick. President Jay was right there, but she felt flush as if she was losing control.
"Such a young thing." President Jay caressed her soft face. The bright dress she was wearing today made her really stand out, pure yet alluring.
Molly's fists clenched tight, her nails digging into her palms, close to breaking skin.
"It's useless. The drug will make you lose control, stop struggling.” President Jay grinned wickedly, like a devil. "As long as you obey me, I'll be gentle. | know it's your first time." "Get lost." Molly was drained. Her voice was laced with disgust, but it came out sounding like she was acting cute. Tears ran down her cheeks as fear engulfed her.
President Jay yanked her dress down. She didn't even have the strength to pull it back up. She didn’t know how she'd ended up like this.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmTears welled up again.
President Jay pulled her dress down to her waist, exposing her skin and the last of her modesty.
“So beautiful.” President Jay was admiring her like a piece of art. He pinned down Molly's hands, so she couldn't move. Tears were streaming, and she cried out in desperation, "Hans, help me." Right then, all she could think of was him. It seemed like he was the only one who could fix everything.
"He's still upstairs. He can't hear you even if you scream." President Jay paused, then slapped her hard. "You slut, always trying to seduce young, handsome guys? You think | can't satisfy you?" "Leave me alone.” Molly wept, feeling too weak to resist. She couldn't break free.
President Jay looked at her teary eyes, his heart aching. "I like girls like you. So cute, so lovable." He was about to rip off her last piece of clothing.
Just then, the door was kicked open. Hans stormed in to see Molly on the bed, hands pinned down, tears streaming, crying out, "Hans." The man standing over her was holding her hands above her head, about to unbuckle his belt. Seeing Hans, he froze. "Hans? What are you doing here?" He backed away in fear.
Hans, consumed with fury, rushed over. He took off his jacket and covered Molly, then kicked President Jay. He grabbed a chair and whacked President Jay with it.
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