"Save me? Ha ha…Who are you asking for help? Asking me? I will only strip you naked and expose your lowly bitchiness! Keep stripping her, take photos!"
With that, a burst of laughter echoed.
Amelia Wilson wanted to resist but was completely powerless; people were holding her from all sides. She glanced at Laura, who wasn't much better than herself, except for not having her clothes stripped, probably almost beaten to death by those people.
Poor Laura, encountering such an artist, suffering like this by her side.
Daylight robbery; where are the police? Where are the roadside champions of justice? Have they all gone to eat dirt?
Amelia Wilson closed her eyes weakly, even the tears were gone, and so were the cries for help.
Just as she thought the tragedy was about to occur, she suddenly felt the hands grasping her body let go.
Immediately after, she heard various ghostly howls and wails of women.
