WARNING: THIS CHAPTER DEALS WITH VIOLENCE AND ABUSE. PLEASE READ AT YOUR OWN RISK OR SKIP TO THE DOTTED LINES
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In the middle of a hotel room, the blankets lay in disarray. Pieces of china were scattered on the floor while household items were flung across the room. The whole place looked as if a storm had blown by. There was an odor of old cigarettes and sex in the air. The smell was so strong that it would make anyone nauseous upon entering the room. If there was any blood, then it would have looked like a murder scene.
"Ahhh!"
Yoona groaned as she felt the hitman's cock ram harder into her. Her hands clutched the remaining bedsheet, trying to get some sort of comfort. But the man was merciless and not listening to her plea. He continued to thrust in her, not paying attention to her comfort.
