Chapter 89 - A splatter of blood
"No wonder the ladies of the nobles in Rhodes always chased," Darren muttered, holding his bruised neck.
After taking a shower, Darren went in and out of the room, only wrapped in a white towel. He walked to the table and sat on a chair. There were already served snacks and drinks, and a thirsty Darren drank quickly.
"Ah ...," he sighs, enjoying the dish.
Darren saw them lying over the place, on the bed and the sofa; some even fell asleep on the floor naked. Darren couldn't hold the sleepy feeling and finally fell asleep. Their eyes opened.
Darren could not hear the whispers of the girls. The faces were satisfied and happy to have found a man with whom to indulge in long-lasting lust. The pleasure of kidnapping a foreign man in that place was like finding a treasure.
