Breathing hard and terrified, Regina reached for Paul while begging her mind to wake up.
Regina saw Vulture was forcing her into the life of submission, whipping her with his leather belt while on a high platform she was tied like a goat in a butcher shop, with her hand towards the ceiling and feet a few centimeters above the ground. All of his guests were looking at her hanging naked body, with their cocks out as if waiting for their turn with her.
"No... please no..."
With heavy breathing, parched throat her eyes opened, and with a panicked look on her face, she looked all around herself.
The bedroom was dark with the exception of the moonlight entering from the window. It flooded the room with beaming white light and allowed her to see her fingertips and her nose at the edge of her face.
"Paul..." She called her protector.
