Red dots littered her body and with her pubic region hurting, Tina just couldn't walk properly.
"What am I going to do now? Who would have thought that this why Rose called me to the hotel. I've been stained and I don't have anyone to turn to." Cried Tina. Poor girl, betrayed by her own family.
She wondered on aimlessly, with no place in mind. Not too far away was a car with a man as beautiful as the sun seated in it. He was more feminine than any man out there as his looks could rival most socialites out there. He was none other than Bulat Davis, the youngest son to the Davises.
"Say, isn't the lass we saw entering the room where elder brother went to recuperate?" he asked no one in particular with a smirk hanging off his face. Bulat was known as a smiling devil. To the outside world, he was kind and generous. Only a few knew that he was a cold blooded human being. Seeing Tina somehow invoked a certain emotion in his heart.
